Best Morbid Poems

As old Facebook friends
pass, when is it considered  
right to unfriend them?...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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Why do some people

          Find self-destruction

So romantic? Why do

          I run to embrace death

When I am so terrified

         ...

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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...

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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...

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"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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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