Dark Poetry - Poems about Dark Poetry

Whispers in the Soil

Moonlight weeps on rusted stone,
Where once I danced, I crawl alone.
Roots with hands now draw me near,
Feeding on my deepest fear.

My shadow speaks in shattered rhyme.
A ghost who bleeds through endless time.

Deprived of your love

Like a raging river barreling toward an arid basin,  
sediment collects inside a hardening heart.  
Weighing heavy, eyelids flutter over drowning maculas;  
all that can be seen are murky riptides.  
Vision cuts out.  
Frantically flaring arms desperately try to skim the surface,  
dragged deeper into an unknown chasm. 

Devil's Muse

I sold my soul, no soulmate remains,
Just ashes and echoes of celestial chains.
I slipped through the cracks of the devil’s gate,
Now I’m the storm you’ll learn to hate.

Bad ideas bloom like roses with thorns,
I’ll rewrite the cosmos, watch it burn and transform.
Oh oh oh, the devil’s gone missing?
Oh oh oh, the demons are hissing.
Oh oh

Nocturne of Wounds

A pallid night, a void's umbral reign,
Emptiness, a phantom, claimed the lane.
A dirge of noir, a melancholic strain,
Echoes, sepulchral, whispered in the rain.
The phantasmal memory, a haunting pain,
The keloid scars, where shadows still remain.

A thunderous hush, a silence stark and deep,
The vise of anguish, where dark tendrils creep.
A preternatural dread, secrets to keep,
The cerulean sky,

A Street Clown Named Dennis

has he got 
the balls 
to juggle? 

doesn’t he 
have 
balloons? 

only a knife 
and a photo 
of his mother

not meeting 
their gaze
only walking by,
fixed eyes on 
the horizon

he walks down the block party
where mothers
hold children in fear

and Dennis is in a trance 
dancing toward
the uncertain nothing to leave

toward another town 
start anew 
parties in

The Beast

I found the monster in the mirror, fleshed stitched with the fear of guilt, a puppet bound by veins. With whispers of rot beneath each breath. 

I fed it well, fed it lies, fed it fear, greased its tongue with my own deceit. Till the shadows spoke in cadence with my voice and I knew

Virtual Wasteland

Behind a screen, they hid their faces…
Cruelty unleashed, leaving internal damage,
They sneered as she crumbled, a spectacle for them, 
Their laughter echoed, as her world began to fall. 


Anonymously, they hid behind the pixels, 
A poison ring, horrifying scene indeed.
“She deserved it, I hope she’s dead”
Are we not allowed to make mistakes?
Her soul, once vibrant,

Summon Me I'll shall Appear

I am the darkness that falls in to your dreams 
The nightmare that last longer throughout the night
The catcher of fear to lock-up the soul
A snatcher of spirit through a night invitation ceremony 
The only red light in the alley of doom
I was feared by many more still counting 
I'm only summoned by the strongest

Whisper

I always heard a whisper
It whispers to me
"Hide"
But today,
It whispered
"Run"

ARE WE DEAD OR ALIVE

Beneath the velvet shroud of night, 
where shadows weep,
I weave a melody of sorrow, 
secrets I must keep.

No malice meant, no cruel design, 
just longing's sting,
To paint your smile on moonlit clouds, 
a song my heart would sing.

In every sigh, a nocturne's grace, 
a cosmic ballet spun,
Where pain and beauty waltz as one, 
by whispers

Break Up

Respectfully, I'm about to be disrespectful because my feelings are hurt, being treated like dirt, and stepped on for the last time
It's okay because I know how to turn dirt into soil and plant growth, flowers from the lessons learned
Your savagery won't be used for your advantage this time
On a heartbreak, heartache, heart attack tour

Fatalist

~he knows; has been warned he's self-destructing, yet turns the other cheek. why?~

Dark Poetry- the Fiercest Black Beast That a Knight Once Slew

The Fiercest Black Beast That A Knight Once Slew
Dark poetry

Sharp blade penetrated black blood flowed about
Mighty hairy black beast groaned then vomit let out
In a flash I kicked it in the vulnerable spot
Enraged, with all my power gave it another shot
Plunged my silver dagger in to bleed it more
Thinking of those it killed, vowed I

Fragile Sleep

In a fragile sleep, I lie
the threads of dreams come
And untie my soul for this mortal flesh 
of bone and mind. 

I drift in deep indigo seas, fading to aquamarine 
form deeper seas of I have been shown 
a land where dreams fly & nightmares roam

a doorway to realms unseen but only dreamed 
in past

Just Maybe

I build an imagination from your love, sweetheart
Maybe two days from today I'll be in for a sick bay
Struggling to get my breath sustain me at least a day,
To see you again.

Just maybe an hour to that last breath 
You will disown me with a rapturous vivace
And see me as a side voice
Never to hold

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