The Bad Poetry Page Dedicated to Death and Evilness

The Bad Poetry Page Dedicated to Darkness and Death

While I was on vacation I received a lot of poems that didn't seem to fit anywhere in our little categories... so I made a new one, dedicated to the dark dreary world of death and evilness...

The Lord of The Flies

by Hector

bow down, decay to your king
the messenger of death has spread his wings
blood has been spilt on this night so black
darkness calls the zombie to attack

the filth, the rot, the stench of decay
is given to lovers, perverse hearts of grey
there's a feeding frenzy in beelzebubs lair
he smiles at his kingdom and the gluttony there

all his children loved and despised 
sick and dead,on swarm the flies
in the land of mutilation and decay
putrescence bows to the lord of 
flush this crap away

A Lover's Lament/Corpses

by Candi

Folded white linen, hidden in green
left to decay when he left the scene.
A broken white flower covered with red,
left on the ground—it lies still and dead.
Still as black marble, white as new snow,
she lies in the ground—six fathoms below.

Walking corpses think and speak
with gangrene brains that slowly leak.
Rotting flowers flow and sway,
while barren trees wear life’s decay.
A scent of flowers, sench of death—
each gasp of life is death’s used breath.

Two Magnetic Poems

by Triscuit

stare into my pounding needs
as they scream for your drunkin love
as you beat my bloody breast

for a moment
I felt death crushing me
like a black power
who did not ask
yet did take my love
and still I ache
as I cry out to the one above

Death is a Lady

by Omouse

Death is a Lady
With eyes
that hypnotize
a feather touch
that makes the soul yearn
for what he is afraid of
the silent face of Death
pure beauty of darkness
the soul that gazes upon the lady
overcomes his fear
and draws the knife slowly
across his wrists

Early Morning

by Omouse

The blood lay upon her hands
as think as the blood upon her mind
But it wasn't her fault
the smell of death quickly overwhelmed her
she had done nothing wrong
they had come and gone
and only after
could she summon her feet to move
but he was dead
and his blood lay upon her hands
his life ebbed from a shell
the sun began to rise over the hill
and yet it set for her
and would never rise for him
she watched the achingly slow
blood red sun in the sky
she heard the Sirens call
and picked up what had taken his life
and pulled the trigger.

Poetry Darkness

by Scottscelt

Here I am,
   all alone
 Running in the darkness.
 No one to help me. 
 Screaming through the darkness.
 I hear nothing. 
 But the echos of my 
   screams.
 I start to see people.
 While I ask for help,
 They look at me strangely.
 I close my eyes, 
 and I see darkness.
 I open my eyes 
 and see the same thing

Dracula's Fate

by brian

Whisper softly or
he shall hear.
Step lightly or
he shall strike.
Bare the cross or
feel his pleasure.
Die swiftly or live
forever.

Revenge

by Chanone Sanders

Blackness lingers all around, silence shatters glass.
Helplessness is all you feel, Death is at my side.
Orders given, orders taken.  Work accomplished now.
Your life is empty, so are you.
Evil is my mind.  Death is in yours too.
Revenge, sweet revenge.

Ode to the Sadist: a

by Phillip de Sade

I kill and I hate
A shining knife on white skin
Red blood dribbles down

Ode to the Sadist: a

by Phillip de Sade

A Bloody Cleaver
Lodged firmly in cold flesh,
Shines in the morn' sun.

Splat! That damn deer.

by Luminous beings are we

Driving the road 
With a giant truck load
Nobody steering! 
And the music blaring

Careening from side to side
Wondering where my vodka chose to hide
The commies lost the damn cold war
I just want to hurt them even more

I drive with my eyes closed
Trying to stare at my nose
When, with a start!
A deer jumps with a-

Slamming the pedal
Try to avoid
But a shudder is heard
And a splat is felt

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