Best Morbid Poems
Morbid Curiosity
By Dalene Deale-Rowe
Here’s a morbid thought,
But I thought it all the same
If I had died yesterday,
Who to my funeral would have came
Ironically the thought was sparked
By an episode of friends
Which brought to life curiosity
About presence when life ends
Do we get to see
And do we even care
For how do we truly know
With whom true friendship we share
I hope I leave a mark
On every person I touch
Who really knows
The measure of how much
Morbid angel
With that crooked gothic grin
Smearing licorice lipstick
On the licentious lips of sin
Morbid angel
Whimpering salacious sighs
Snagging the souls of men
In your fishnet thighs
Morbid angel
In sable studded noir
Matching spiked collars
With your high heel scars
Morbid angel
Black lace over ashen skin
You’re late for school again
Much to your parent’s chagrin
As old Facebook friends
pass, when is it considered
right to unfriend them?
I can't stop these fecking images
I can't top the excitement they bring
I don't go looking for them
It's all the god danged TV sings
It's all that's on (I gotta watch)
It's all that's wrong (I'm gonna watch)
It's all we see (not gonna stop)
It's all we need (who's gonna stop?)
Dead is dead unless you're undead
Reality is more real than life
Nasty little beyotches clogging up the waves
Crafty little men selling you your life
It's all that's on (I gotta watch)
It's all that's wrong (I'm gonna watch)
It's all we see (not gonna stop)
It's all we need (who's gonna stop?)
Why do some people
Find self-destruction
So romantic? Why do
I run to embrace death
When I am so terrified
Of it? Just a moment's
Contemplation of the
Stark realm obliviate is
Paralyzing, yet there
Lies imperforate peace
With contemplation of
Its dour welcome, to
Bury my face deep in
Its bosom ... dark,
Warm, soft, peaceful
Desuetude ... ruination.
While I lay here
Staring my fate
Square into obscurity
Left with nothing but promises
Of forgotten grandeur
Leaving behind epic depths
Of visions
Illusions
Confusions, beyond credibility
A string of events one could not forsee
Refusal to uphold unrealistic
And idealistic states of abstraction
Thus bringing us lucid and coherent
Understandings of the truth
Perhaps revealing consummate contentment
No more resentments
Of past discontentment
These vast extents of torments
Preventing one from ascending
Into unending bliss
Where the unmerciful bind you
Overextending
Subdued
Morbid fascination (mine) as covid-19 pandemic...
foments rampant monopoly on bedlam
Wreaking ball (his stick) havoc (think ostensible
civil war scale not seen since Vietnam),
whereby microorganisms jamb
*****sapiens immunity system
complements of gook
resembling green eggs and ham
necessitating Doctor Seuss
to stoke bram
bullying cat in the hat
on a hot tin roof damn
senseless cant be understood
Matthew Scott Harris argot sham
bulls (red dilly), and sallies forth
with neither reason only rhyming flimflam.
All Joe King aside - at any rate,
yours truly, (a generic garden variety reprobate),
not hell bent to receive nasty hate
male courtesy vexatious reader to berate,
cuz unwelcome chide and chime
prompts gnome mad tick versifier
to test (ease silly) to provoke ye to fulminate.
Humanity now fishtails helter skelter
across oblate spheroid courtesy coronavirus
global pandemonium unleashed
expletive maniacal tsunami
(think) metaphorical groundswell
primates hurry scurry to and fro,
hither and yon frenziedly
pell-mell housing random erratic
discombobulated, bobble headed
(simulating) quasi Brownian movements
at warp speed embarked
upon impossible mission.
Here I paraphrase (er... rather plagiarize)
President John F. Kennedy,
whereby he delivered on January 20, 1961
his inaugural address in which he announced
"we shall pay any price, bear any burden,
meet any hardship, support any friend,
oppose any foe to assure the survival
and success of liberty."
Though the then USSR
(Union of Soviet Socialist Republics),
now identified as
union of Soviet socialist republics
helped cook who nurse (and ratchet)
state of political hostility
existed between Soviet bloc countries
and US-led Western powers
from 1945 to 1990.
Our present crisis I aim(ed) to show touché
(pardon mum oddest tee) culinary poetic entree,
how bajillions of people mercilessly
unfairly subjected to influenza like agony
exhibiting following symptoms:
cough, fever, tiredness, difficulty breathing
(severe cases), yet
many met their untimely demise
with prompt care, nonetheless minimal delay
ferried them to awaiting quay
where Charon doth ferry
dead souls across Rivers Styx and Acheron
resignedly where forced to abandon treasures they
must relinquish all trapping he/she did parlay.
Rub-a-dub-dub
Three blind mice in a tub
The Phoenix, First lady and Prodigal son
See how they run
See how they run
WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO ME?
You have betrayed me.
I WILL NOT PLAY YOUR GAME!
With this pain I'm driven insane.
Sometimes I think that losing you was my greatest fear,
Then I embrace the darkness with a crimson tear.
All through the night my body is getting colder.
The cuts on my wrists are sinking deeper.
My morning only arrives so I can get a hold of her.
(Turn away as the loneliness feeds on my soul...)
Whoa-ah-oh.
LET'S GO!
I am cursed with awkward shyness.
I express our love through the setting silence.
With these Morbid Eyes I leave the past behind me.
WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO ME?
You have betrayed me.
I WILL NOT PLAY YOUR GAME!
With this pain I'm driven insane.
WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME?
Warmness has forsaken me.
Just when I thought that seeing you in my was all that mattered,
You walk out and hopes and dreams are shattered.
Every night we're getting closer.
False feelings of love through the burning ember.
Dawn will arrive and I'll get a hold of her.
(Turn away as the loneliness feeds on my soul...)
Whoa-ah-oh.
LET'S GO!
I am cursed with awkward shyness.
I express our love through the setting silence.
With these Morbid Eyes I leave the past behind me.
DON'T TALK ABOUT WHAT SHE'S DONE TO ME!
I fear she might hear you.
LONELY HEARTS AND BROKEN FAME!
Just a kiss of emotional shame.
MISTAKEN LOVE FOR APATHY!
I will always care, she's who I've chosen.
I will always be there, my feelings have yet to be proven.
Whoa-ah-oh.
LET'S GO!
I am cursed with awkward shyness.
I express our love through the setting silence.
With these Morbid Eyes I leave the past behind me.
THIS IS LOVE'S CURSE!
WITH MY MORBID EYES I LEAVE IT BEHIND ME!
I LEAVE YOU BEHIND...
"I Guess Mama warned that there'd be days like this,"
but what she had failed to mention was,
Its really just some deep abyss.
Swirling,
Black,
Devoid of any bliss.
Just a Cyst,
Never letting you forget,
Everything that you have missed.
The Devils kiss,(or dead mans hand)
"Ill tell you a story children,"
If you promise not to cry,
For this is my tradigic tale,
A Modern Lullaby.
About a girl so unhappy,
She just really longed to die.
But its ok Baby,
No need to shed no tears,
She wont be missed by anyone,
there's no one that thought her dear.
"Cause' in this life there are no fairytales,"
No "Happily Ever After"
There are:
No Dukes,
OR Dwarfs,
Or talking Mirrors,
there's no one to come and save you.
Now eat your apple,Deary,
Cause' the woodsmans on his way,
with nary a fairygod parent to come stand and block his way.
Cause' last I heard your prince got lost,
while riding in the wood,
but its ok,
at Grandma's house,
He met some new girl..with a hood.
"You Need your rest now Sleeping Beauty,"
For the clock is striking 12,
And No dream can last forever,
Like the prophecy fore-told.
Cause mice cant pull a carriage,
And all step-parents are right,
And shoe's made out of glass...
Come On!
"You really thought they'd last the night?!?"
"So go ahead and dream someday,"
your prince will surly come,
While I'll stay awake in the real world,
and know such thoughts are dumb.
Written by-Erin Anderson
A kiss by day
Death by night
Love taken in fright
Morbid kisses
death bed wishes
black roses at my reception
Knife and gun
Blood and more
Love breeds suicide
Now we all just wish
never to hurt again
yet we pass the blade along
Followed by the morbid kisses
the slice
the gash
the blood
the flow
the flush
the rush
the endorphins
spreading
throughout
the body
(sensual shock
to the brain)
the alcohol
the bandage
the cover-up
the revealing
the lie
the emotional
scar
the return
the hack
the gouge
the dig
the deeper wound
the blood pouring
the blood shooting
out like a fire hydrant
the flush like the
falls of Niagara
the larger rush than
before
the explosion of
endorphins
the ****** of the
mind
the bliss
the alcohol
the bandage
the cover-up
the need for
more
the absence of
emotional
pain (blacked out
by the physical
each time you slam
the wound against a
table)
the lighting of the
cigarette
the twisting of the
burning flame into the
skin
the searing
the fresh new pain
undeniable & beautiful
losing the virginity
all over again
the wonder
the echoes of
destruction ripping up
the arm or the leg
(wherever the burn
occured)
the sensual explosion
the annihilation of the
emotions
the blanking of the slate
the smile
within
the analgesic ointment of
choice
the bandage
the cover-up
the painkiller popped to
curb the leftover burn
the bliss
the fall
the lay back in the bed
the control over one’s
life
no longer needing anyone
to listen
no longer needing to
feel vulnerable
no longer abiding by
the norm that doesn’t care
anyway.
Do not grip me so soon mother earth
I have not seen all of your treasures
Your tears will soak my brow as I fall to your skin
Many mystical nights are ahead
And I have yet to dance under your light
Bad luck could hit hard…
It’s difficult to catch a flash of glory…
Unfortunately, we end up with the wrong side of the coin
It’s tricky to snatch eternal glee…
I wish I could increase your motivation and prove your significance
But I have none that I own – you made a big impact on me believe it or not
I want to grant you success…or I’ll let God work His magic
I have the passion to accomplish my jubilant goals – I just got to be energized…
Be strengthened and have self-reliance
I prey upon confidence…
I pray for your dreams to fall into place…
I have no choice, but to find my way out of this labyrinth…
OUT OF THIS MESS…
Suffocating me in harsh distress…
Dissatisfaction could shatter your hope
We are fading… we’re fragments
Escalating ferociously…
It’s almost impossible to remain at ease during these hard times…
Fortunately, we have a chance to be on the right side of the coin
The most difficult part of living is…
Dealing with the outrageous crimes
Bad luck
Is totally a morbid result in life’s situations…
I believe that you could endure
The catastrophe that burnt up your
Last drop of courage…
What a tragedy you turned out to be…
Your morbid luck drained out your bliss
And inflated you with squalid misery…
Your morbid luck dragged you
Into the abyss………
It's a sudden rush for me, the ultimate high.
That my poetry is metaphorically like a Samurai.
The punctuations are deadly as my steel blades.
Death and poetry become a medley, so be afraid!
Like an acrobat, my sentences dance across the page.
My couplet's trained for combat, and my words are filled with rage.
I slice and dice spinning my blazing Katana!
It's not nice when winning can bite like a piranha.
I'm addicted to the push of my writing pen;
And I've been convicted of every past and present sin!
As I purge myself of every sin through my poetry;
I can't guarantee it won't happen again so accept an early apology!
So as the last couplet comes to a close, feel my energy.
I leave bodies to discompose, and their burial is my poetry!