Last Commented Dark Poetry Poems (2,493)

Woman,
it is 3 AM
where are you?

Do you know
what it is like
stretched across a bed

alone at 3 AM
waiting for you
staring at the moon?

The clock ticks,
the moon rolls
over rooftops and disappears...

I drive to look for you,
nothing but closed signs
in windows with faceless mannequins...

Red lights and stop signs,
basket people about,
still no you...

So, I text you and no reply,
I drove back home
to greet the god of wine...

A bottle later,
still no you...

I don’t trust myself with you. I am afraid of what I’ll become.
Half of me love you and the other half hates how I allow you to hurt me. I bow to one who pretends to be dominant.
Your feeble life and meaningless existence was my entire universe,
the epicenter of my being.
How easy I could of slain this villain who tortured me,
be drenched in the blood of the one who made sins off my soul.
But by love’s mercy you still breathe air.
I imagine you think me not a monster but a fool to be toyed with.
But I’m not the one pretending to be a child of god.
I’ll give you time to collect happiness and when you gather the most precious of them in this self-centered life of yours,
I’ll take them away. One by one I’ll break them.
Fragile are things of this world you so dearly cherish.
They say revenge is worth suffering for and “oh how I’ve suffered.
But this is not about revenge,
only you will know how this story ends.

By Ivory Petals

Molded by our parents,molded by societies. Blunt and to the point,spoken words of ones owne version. Do not cuss,do not be so tactless,I do not like the way you talk. Should I take you by the hand and coddle,sugar coat my point and spare your feelings. When you are crule,should I not point it out? Should I make it less then what it is just to spare your feelings? Condemned by my peers for the way I am, leaving a caring person hidden in a swamp of pain. I am not evel, you that reject me. Just because you don't like the way I talk, are you not blinded to the damage you cause to my soul, leaving a hollow shell of a caring person behind, to cry for the longing to be loved,excepted, dieing a death slower then life. Are you not all murders of the soul, bigots of your own self righteousness.

our love was strong.. like that of a flame.... it twas love at first sight.. didnt even know her name.. we laughed we sang... and held our sorrows in each others hands... looked towards the future and made bright plans.... then the rain came... and faded the flame... made our sparks die out.... ive tried so many times to relight the fire... but everytime i try... my heart screams and shouts.... the flame wont rekindle... the fire wont ignite... im forced to walk alone...in the darkness of night... without the faintest moonlight.... - Lucas C. Hooks

When we were children we where taught nursery rhymes,
And they use to make us happy. Rhymes like London Bridge
And Ring-A-Ring-A-Rosie - these all sound innocent to children.
These rhymes had a more sinister theme, for example, the
Rhyme London Bridge Is Falling Down, was actually a fact back
In the 19th century in London, where the bridge on the river
Thames was slowly sinking at a rapid rate into the water, making
It unsafe to handle people and traffic. It was at the verge of
Collapse. Thus the rhyme London Bridge Is Falling Down,
Meant that if it were to collapse, people would drown and die.
Another rhyme goes back to the plague of London, where people
Wore face masks to prevent catching the black plague that
Was brought about by the growth of the rat population. When
People caught this disease they would hang wreaths of posies
On the doors of the sick people, and that later produced the rhyme
Ring-A-Ring-A-Rosie, referring to the black plague of London.
'They all fall down', meant that they died from the disease as there
Was no known antidote at that time. In the end the fire in a
Bakery in Pudding Lane caused the destruction of the plague
And pestilence, and London and it's people were eventually
Saved. Yes, these events created nursery rhymes that children
Have heard through the ages and have loved to read for fun.
They will never know the sinister side of these nursery rhymes.

Sunshine so bright, flowers so colourful, your eyes like dynamite
walking hand in hand knowing well that you could be my cyanide.
But still I enjoy the supsense of not knowing how you will love me
as I told you that I have been hurt so many times by thee.

I carry on ignoring the little so well know signs of my intuition
when we turn into well known establishment somewhere down south in Britain.
Your colours are changing slowy into that of a Chameleon
acting like a bird of paradise at first then more like a stallion.

You are not my type! after all you had offered me this afternoon
I excuse myself and make my way out through the back of the saloon
Once outside I take a deep breath and can finally break free
cleansing myself of your pompous behaviour in the nearby sea.

On the wall the picture hangs
The gentile figure
Standing
Or sitting there projected painted figure
Orchatrated pose
Minimal

The picture is central placed
The solo
Pose the crying kid
He or she free from neglect
Or torment
In flickted

The isolated myth that the cring kid posses
In many house this sole figure has been placed
The stories of tradgady that have
Happened
House burning
Disaster strike
The houses property the sole survivor
The crying kid

Into the silvery moon beans stepped
a damsel most comely, hair spun like gold
shiny dagger at her waist kept clasped
towards her victims she was so ice-cold

She enticed them into her dark world
there to seduce and send them insane
captivated them as round she swirled
once they were caught, their souls she would constrain

Bending them to her hot fiery passions
by love alone she could hold them spellbound
in her arms there were no earthly frictions
her lithe body kept their love newfound

Come to me, love me she sang with rapture
now your soul , I will hunt down and capture

I travelled a thousand and one miles without a break
just to came and say....Hi!......to you!
When I arrived all you were for me but another take
in my ever thirsty hunger for a love do.

I looked at you with my dark mysterious eyes
ripped your heart very slowly trice.
Left your soul less able to ever again to tell lies
and your frail and used up carcass for the mice.

THEN...

You were reborn without a soul and warm hearth
and floated helplessly between heaven and earth;
until the time came you transformed into another mold
never ever be released again to a human hold.

All is done now and I packed all into my saddle bags,
mounted them on to my new horse with all country flags.

Riding slowly away from rugged mountain terrain which was, for so long my home,
Mixed nostalgia setting in but I am finally free to roam.

My horse leading me on to a steady path along thorny hedges and trees
Accompanying us now are just the squirrels, birds and bees.

We will feed of the the land and the ground will be our bed,
tranquility setting in at sunset on this long ride ahead

Now darkness is breaking in and my horse and I settle down for the night
the wind is blowing a gentle breeze around the now roaring fire's bright.

I made my bed in the undergrowth and fall asleep under the sky of infinity stars
peacefully I hibernate without surrounding concrete towers or any noises of cars.