Most Liked Dark Poetry Poems (2,488)

drinking
from the darkness
numbing to the brain
eating into the depths
tearing to the flesh within

a monster creeps
black heart to hell
turning the stones over
in the graveyard
of life

a rotten apple
to the very core
bestowing misery
with all its grief
decaying feelings

in screams
i plead mercy
you played
me the demons
dragged along
in your foolish game


casting a spell
of darkness
ore me
showing hell
in all its fire

in the burning remains
i reach for the torch
in the softest
of moonlight

shines
a white blanket
finding comfort
knowing

you no longer
posses
this auld
heart o mine

Dark knight of Ashen light

Guardian of darkness,
Mount of dragon,
King of dungeon,
House of royal.

Fierce and loyal,
Blood lust warrior,
Messenger of death,
Bane of the holy angels.

Devourer of a thousand demons,
Black magic are nothing to him,
Grandmaster Ashshashin,
Second in command for the hosts of hades!

He battles for the sight of blood,
He lives for the killing of a thousand more,
Might and anger is his ultimate strength,
Nothing can stand in His way,so they say. . . .

i have been bitten
in the deepest chambers
cold black
frosted ice
cracks begin
showing

watch were you are skating
oh but i am not depressed
in fact the very opposite
raging mad
like a red rag to a bull

a bird shit on my nest
blowing the main fuse
like a flash of lightning
heartless burning
deep inside

beyond my wildest belief
to have the balls
cold as steel
i shake your hand

tainted my little paradise
drawing the past
latest conquest
a place dear to me
were i grew up

laughter and happiness echos
in the mind beautiful
i have no words
to say
cutting

in blue cold steel
on the blades edge
on thin ice
breaking up

i say forward
driving it in
the dagger opening
a deep wound
in the heart

Let not the shadows of shame write my name.

Let not my lack of effort be the chains

that bind me in my pains.

Yet who among me will deny that is what

exactly I have arranged.

I have nothing now, No God, no love, no life,

no friend my heart cannot mend.

Many will say get up and walk thou sluggard!!

No time to waste, tis time to make haste to build again.

Life and love will not wait for those who

sit idle hoping for the sun to shine upon a darkened soul.

Yes, truly I have dug my own hole

I have made it the comfort zone for my weary bones.

I have surrendered to an evil I have come to

embrace and always known.

I have betrayed many but mostly myself

Those who reached out to me are gone and have just

faded away into the mist of forgetfulness.

Yea, truly the God who introduced himself to me

the night of my doubts and fears who sent his angels

to rescue me from my hopeless state

has now sealed my fate.

I have become lazy and complacent angry and sad

My emotional health is equally bad.

There is however, something I see in common with others

though my story is my own, I hear similar cries among

my sisters and brothers.

Some subtle and unique others loud with tears

on their cheeks.

Yet, who am I to help when so many seem to be selective

of the hand who reaches to feed them?

Am I equally shallow? To consider a maiden with much on her

plate looked unto me and considered my fate.

She offered all she had within her capacity I returned of

her kindness with audacity, criticism and ungratefulness.

I hope one day when it matters most when someone new

ever comes my way and offers me their hand I hope to be

brave enough to extend mine without biting theirs or

offering sand.

All my days I have taken for granted those who helped me on

my path and in return over my selfish, foolish pride

offered my wrath. I have used diplomacy and manipulation to a

science. I have allowed others do the same to me now I am

trusting in no one nor believing always discerning truth.

What I do know that many have tried to tell me is my way of

doing things has led me to poverty. So tell me what is the

better way?

Doom and gloom, sadness and depression settle around me like a heavy fog, squeezing the life out of me. Anything good is being forced out and ever more and more I feel like an empty toothpaste tube, nothing left inside.

So here I stand like an old derelict building, deserted by even the rats, waiting for the wrecker’s ball to forge it’s way through my walls. My life crashing around me, scattered pieces at my feet.

I can make out patterns, tell what some of these pieces had been and where they had fitted into my life. Too late, too late these pieces make sense.

As I watch, drops of rain disturb the dusty ground, forming rivulets. The realisation hits me, it is I causing this rain, it is the tears of my sorrow.

Enter the eye
within its breath
As the dragon sleeps
Crawling under
the skin

razor blades
of flaming scars
cuts in pain
In the darkest shadows

Wings curtains falling
Iron casting
cold steel
Melting
Lies within
the soul

The most horrifying
of all monsters
Dead soulless
Weeping
Teardrops lurking
Addiction of need
In darkness

Awaiting life's fate
Distorted emotions
Cold scales
Numb within pain
Twisted in its agony
Screeching nightmares
Black velvet feelings
Unheard voices

The dammed
Living dead
Swallowing shadows
Digging deeper
Whispering inwardly
Dying heartaches

Darkening thoughts within
Falling heavy
on the shoulders
Clouds the sky dark
Lightning force
Crash in pain
Colourless agony

In thundering roars
At the keepers gate
To the deepest dungeon
Falling emotions
The dragon breathes
Burning hot flames

Black teardrops
Scorching the very ground
Burning hurt
On which he roams
A sacrifice
In black ash


Only he sleeps
Twisting and turning
In hot pain
Buried in turmoil
In the deep
Awakens this
nightmare beast

In hell
With all its fury
Roaring out
A voiceless flame
Black burns
Serpent
Of pain

Forced into womanhood at 12
betrayed by those you trusted
abused daily mentally and physically
forced to sleep in the animal shed
Your escape was short-lived
being captured and returned
to your tormentors

In the mountains
the cruel knife passed
on your innocent face
No, Aisha
that is not cold water
in your nose
It is your blood
your nose is gone
and so are your ears

Your tormentors have gone away
and left you alone to die
But you refused to lay down
and die
With your defiant spirit
you crawled down the mountain
to those who cared
and protected you
and helped you to a new life
away from the evil unjust system
you inherited by birth

What was your crime
to be dealt such cruelty?

You thought you had the answers
and went ahead and judged,
but faith I have deep in myself-
my point I did not budge.
With acid tongue
you hid from me-
You saw no forest
from the trees.
How simply did I
tell the truth,
profusely you
did lie.
I do not understand the reason.
I cannot even imagine why.
What might have been a super start,
You unraveled and tore apart.
I've no ill will,this tale is done.
You're back to where you've just begun.

And the Son of Morning became the Darkest of Angels
In the fall from grace, despair was the place
That became the realm, that would be 'helmed'
By the daemon of temptation, sapping all elation
From they who bargained for a piece of eternity
Only to succumb to the Aeons of agony

…And the formless-ones shall ascend
Emanating darkness
‘Vaccuous’ prisms of hunger
Supping on the souls of the spiritless
Imbibing from the chalice of shame
.
To fill the coffers of suffering
The empty-ones tempt the 'lamenters'
Their 'wailings', a chorale
Sweet with the tones of despair
They reap the echoes
.
Wander not into the shadows
Or find the fiends of gloom
Restless and patient servants of misery
Hunting the prize of sorrow
Anchor thy spirit in divine light, lest you see no 'morrow.