Dark Death Poems - Poems about Dark Death

Not once did I blink, Afraid your gaze would fade at twilight’s brink, Drowning silent in your soundless sea, Begging the world to let me be, Even if death walks next to me. No past to flee, No future to believe, Only you — a shadow near, Clutching time in a crystal tear. I won’t let go of your hand, Though skies might break and...

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I am so unhappy. More than when I wanted to suicide. I recently had a puppy. Life was really is do or die He did nothing, not even an ID. poor little dog lucky little dog in and out like a In beloved memory ambition is a pointed point. one in six maybe one...

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the jungle is dark the panther colored in black anxious to attack ...

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I sit alone where the gravestones moan    And wicked winds wail wild Where willows weep and shifting shadows creep    And the dark is deep and defiled Ghostly sighs where the lantern light dies    Death spoke my name in a sable rain With a voice both grave and grim Tapped his bone on the cold gravestone As a...

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She appeared like a shadow in silk, On 57th Street, Where men lose themselves Trying to impress ghosts. Victoria — that was her name. She smiled not with warmth, But with calculation. And I, foolish in my hunger for love, Mistook her gaze for fate. She asked if the Rolls-Royce was mine. I told her it belonged to my boss. She changed. The voice that once danced...

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With bloody hands, rusty hair and a dammed soul I walked out ,stepping on the rotten meat As my lungs struggled to breathe down the fragrance of the crime that I had committed Blue and white lights flashed my eyes And a bullet pierced through my cranium Punishing me for the crimes I had not committed, My lips...

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She lost her keys. Vanessa was frantic, pacing, but I closed my eyes— and saw. "They’re in the garden, beneath the jasmine," I said. She blinked. “How did you know?” I said nothing. But I’ve always known— when she lies, when she leaves, when another man’s scent follows her home. I dream it first, then watch it unfold. Before thunder, I feel it in my spine. Before love dies, I mourn it in...

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The Reaper I know, You respect no one. When you decide to take one home, Age, color, accomplishments mean nothing to you In your court. You harvest every soul At your most convenience. In life's prime and low, you strike hard Without any consideration. You cause unexplained weeping And a void that will never be filled. You take when you want, Without...

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They birthed me in a house of screams, Where shadows stitched my fevered dreams— No lullaby, no gentle womb, Just rusted chains and cradle's tomb. A mother’s voice? A serpent's hiss. A father's touch? A clenched, cold fist. Each lull was laced with sharpened lies, Each smile a mask, each hug a vice. I suckled rage from...

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Standing on a rusted platform, I look towards the looming, tarnished steel clock, Ticking away my final moments of existence. Oceanic eyes swell with liquid salinity As a hollowing whistle booms in the close distance. The scent of petrol mingles with midnight paranoia. Placing a shaking hand upon my vibrating chest, I can detect the trembling of a trepidatious heart, Whilst the monstrous...

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A couple soon to be said newly wed, yet swiftly snuck behind the family’s back to swear the vow inside th’old shack, quick forgot’n, buried a secret dread; A reek awaftin’ out a country shed left long and fast behind by Spring-heeled Jack, the stench o’ rot stinkin’ from a sack discovers a soiled corpse ‘n’a mangled head; Well…, they ‘was a...

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Moon blooms like petals through a bulb, The skies within her break as glass. Most times she holds cup partway dark — Moon blooms like petals through a bulb, Only close, and open ~then some~ — The shadow of her going as Moon blooms like petals through a bulb The skies within her break as glass....

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The darkest hour comes with pain that's insane, Excruciating, unrelenting pain. The sobbing and gasping are so abrupt. The heart is broken; the body gives up. The darkest hour tries to take control, Searching through the suffering for the soul. Disillusioning evil tells a lie. “Death will set you free, so let yourself die.” Numbness begins to smother the feeling. The chaos of your...

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The whooshing of threadbare curtains cuts through deadening silence, while shadows on the wall toy with a hermit's sanity. The graze of unseen, jagged fingernails scrapes against sweaty flesh, injecting poison into subcutaneous tissue, unwieldily setting the stage. A heaviness of humid, stale air presses down on compressed lungs, as maniacal laughter bounces off cracked ceilings. Buzzing flies circle, swooping down just to...

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“Fear of death is fear of surrender to Infinity.” ~ Adi Da Samraj In my fevered state, I sought the godforsaken sounds of the gossamer strings of the harp. It was hours of grave thoughts before I would awaken to the ghostly groaning of my mind’s steep scarp. Grief-stricken, I lie staring through closed eyes listening to the beat of my heart...

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