by Virginia Mitchell |
Categories:
death, life, loss, love, time,
A wall holds a bright white clock,
Five minutes tick to breach the span.
Time is relative only to breathing,
While immortality strives to live.
I rise from the depths of pain,
In fragrant mist of triumph.
The room unfolds behind me,
Where flesh obliges morbid death.
In parting, I reap one last glance,
To those that begrudge my leaving.
I bend to wipe their cheeks from tears,
As their souls churn in saddened anguish.
My spirit trembles between sorrow and joy,
Being pulled by love from earth and heaven.
Then, the time is marked upon the doctor’s chart,
Releasing me to my glorious eternal departure.
by Katherine Livingstone |
Categories:
life, lost love, love, passion,
Molten rings of fire,
Encrusted spikes of hate.
Devil-haunted liar,
You'll pay at any rate.
Deceiving, horrid monster,
Crumbling burnt-out rain.
All the tales will cost her,
Never mind the pain.
Living the dying acid heat,
Crushing the putrid dove.
The smoldering heart will never beat,
If you toss away the love.
Crippled hope and crippled sin,
Entwined by that wicked lie.
Your shame besieging morbid grin,
As you watch the poor girl cry.
by Emile Pinet |
Categories:
10th grade, 9th grade, angst, anxiety, feelings, hurt, lost love,
Youthful days of wine and roses
are illusions, tethered to hope.
For shards of broken promises
oft clip the wings of fledgling hearts.
When trickling tears begin to flow,
they swell the tides of self-pity.
And you entertain multitudes
of disparaging emotions.
Taking a moment, you reflect
upon the innocence of youth.
And the intimate, sexual
side of love that stirs libidos.
You recall first falling in love;
and how remarkable it felt.
And yet, it didn't last forever,
that feeling soon abandoned you.
You felt love slip through your fingers
like cascading grains of loose sand.
And watched happiness morph into
a morbid melancholy mood.
by Shelby Wood |
Categories:
hope, life, loss, love
Falling deep,
Hard and strong.
Can’t stop from falling,
In love with your gaze,
And I won’t realize it,
Until I’m hit hard in the face,
A horrible reminder of this morbid place.
Can’t stop time,
And can’t turn it back,
Can’t change your place,
In a world made of class.
My heart shatters,
Like glass,
When you aren’t around,
And yet you don’t notice,
Until the day,
I’m gone for good.
Invisible,
Not there for you to admire.
And now you’re the one falling,
And falling,
Until you’re hit in the face,
And realize you’ve made your biggest,
Mistake.
by Travis Scott |
Categories:
Deep inside twisted dreams
past subconcious psychosis
far away from what life means
She creates hypnosis
and the wind carries her voice
as she cries tears of brimstone
If I had one wish or choice
It's this dark angel alone
This demon of fantasy
Is my one sick morbid love
Her lipstick is blood from me
and God comdems her from above
Her eyes are blacker than coal
Her moan sends chills down my spine
and her cold hands pierce my soul
as our skin and flesh entwine
My eyes open and she's not there
just the thought of a memory
or a dream thinner than air
she isn't real, not for me
by Red Fiery |
Categories:
allegory, art, black african american, computer-internet, dedicationheart, fear, heart,
The morbid fear
in my heart
Was restless with
an unfathomable future
haunting my accursed life
Three years of slavery
alone in the dark
Shattered hope,
Shattered aspirations
A broken palace . .
Now that you are here
I fear nothing more than death
I pray for our union
A permanent HEAVEN
My faith returns
When I hear your words
The verse now travells
to my heart through the
Wireless device
I am lost in your arms
I imagine your hands caressing my lips
I am caught in
those love making acts
Sensuous and mesmerising . .
Tranquil and tantalizing
I pray that we meet
I pray
I pray
I pray
I pray
by A.E. Rivenbark |
Categories:
dark, gothic, love, lust,
This morbid fascination
My unending procrastination
I hold out for everything
And come up with nothing
My nightshade heart
Plays it’s part
A special place
Not made of arterial lace
Or venous denim or integumentary leather
Made to endure every weather
I hold our for a dark heart like mine
One made not to sparkle, not to shine
To a dark heart, these battle scars are fine
To a dark heart, I will be thine.
by Johnny Sumler |
Categories:
dark, depression,
I know I am the middle age of gray
And on this day I will forget to pray
For light is only bright until it fades
There is a tale of darkness in the way
I love the sun that sets upon the day
And sincere souls I meet along the way
Yet I have dealt with sin of many trades
To bargain with the painful price to pay
It seems to me the birds will never say
I can not fly the firmament and play
Tempted by morbid mortal minds of maids
I find myself in dwellings to decay
For Sue knows me and she will always say
Inside myself there is a price to pay
So Sue inside committed life that fades
There is a tale of darkness in the way
by Donn Ronquillo |
Categories:
business, dark, inspirational, life, lost love, love, political, visionary, war,
preying on the weak,
lingering on moments of threats.
malignant with conditions;
troubled impositions,
impossible corrections,
dire solutions.
hidden web of agendas,
more than a fast pace phase.
lying behind masks,
random rat race.
morbid and cruel;
with vague and serious intent,
never really content,
collaborating underhandedness,
with no elaborate weakness,
creeping shiftiness,
just to make a statement,
some sort of scandalous entertainment.
like a ploy of trained murder,
hot to the very extent of malice!
by Dominique Baptie |
Categories:
appreciation, beauty, earth, environment, faith, feelings,
My skin has become like a ripe fruit
sauteed in the sunlight,
living...
breathing...
skin.
The spirit within has crossed over
a kind of warm frosted paradigm
as the breath therein,
taints the breath without love.
For what is breath without love?
My dear...
it is only fear,
that morbid, bitter word,
a state of mind behind what may seem despondent at first.
But fear not, dear
love is the sunlight that gives life to the skin,
the skin that hosts the spirit within,
living...
breathing...
skin.
Go out into the light and breathe...
thank your God's for the breath that you freely receive.
For all of love is but dead flesh
if not for the breath that's given free.
by Johnny Sumler |
Categories:
depressionlife,
Will life inside this bottle rescue me,
From sorrow, shame, and Sin's seductive crown?
Though her river's release and relax me,
I dare to dream a day that I would drown.
Problems are puzzles, piece apart from peace,
And waterfalls of wine weaves worries wind...
Away as lust of her I love to lease,
Consuming happiness...a short-lived friend.
Shall moderation of my life concur,
Music without mourning my morbid health?
For days on days I drink thine depths of her,
And gray to grey I grow unguarded wealth.
To I my eye shall lie and I will eye,
Her rivers, never sober, never dry.
by Serge Lyrewing |
Categories:
allegory, emotions, feelings, love, metaphor, paradise, passion,
Your Paradise is not for me,
will I get in?
Say am I clean
to show my feeling in short term,
am I in love?
Oh, yes, I am.
I love you so and I'm afraid
it is too late, it is too late
to say, it's dream or it is not.
Emotions, passion - they are brought
with morbid reason; and my soul
is crying following your call
like butterfly that flies to light
I'm like a soldier waiting fight
I welcome you I missed advice
I enter in your Paradise.
by Johnny Sumler |
Categories:
imaginationheart, heart, love,
I think I know of why the caged man sings,
Ballads beyond a broken heart of blue,
In chains of love singing to free his wings,
From hour to hour hymns heard by heavens hue.
Blue skies above him teased his teary eyes,
Worn out watching the wind with weary ways,
Inside of blue himself; through love he cries,
Escaping hell through hymns dost his heart prays.
Deceived by life, he sings intimate death,
Though morbid blue, he breathes ballads that bless,
A love that never loved his precious breath,
Inside of flesh, enslaved by chains of flesh.
Forsaken by feelings that wish to fly,
So long a song unsung searching the sky.
by Brittany Moon |
Categories:
angst, confusion, death, depression, life, loss, love, mystery, sad, teenlife, dark, dark, life,
For my life that is not beyond repair,
I flee to a place where I become lost,
But am thankful to it.
I cannot be found,
Nor do I want to be found.
I slip away willingly
Into the dark hidden comfort of obscurity
To the point of where I am almost
Consumed by a dark force similar to death.
Death is easy, but life is hard,
So I tend to keep to myself
As so on one knows i'm gone.
The Death of my life Drains my Soul as
I Bleed from my Heart, pouring out into
The Deep Beyond of the Universe.
The dark hidden comfort acting as
A blanket of safety, even if it sounds morbid.
by Nirode Ray |
Categories:
lost love, love,
I see you walk down
the road by the side
the thin river flows,
the wind caresses willows
brewing with green and glow.
You are holding her hands
with love, sweet and tender,
to be frank I got a jolt, at first,
a sniper- shot from a distance
cold and lethal.
I see you again
holding each other tight
bouncing boobs rubbing,
kissing lips with warmth of caterpillars
transforming into butterflies,
a bliss of a heavenly moment
for both of you, I recognized.
Love doesn't have to be
between a man and a woman,
a girl and a guy,I realize.
Love is timeless, love is unbound
between two persons, peerless,
floating in the stratosphere
far above the morbid ground.
by Raja Nosherwan |
Categories:
devotion, family, happiness, husband, love, passion, philosophy, romance, time, heart, heart, love,
The Two States of Love.
Yes, hidden is the partial tale,
from a heart that awakens not,
may love enthrall uprooted plants,
but, not a man that love forgot.
As we all are born -a yesterday,
again will be, when today shall tread,
and so carry on with this delay,
until a lover's sweet words be said.
And morbid if my heart does turn,
a place with spiral toxic cold,
where tears do crowed the rivulets,
would the wet air my sighing hold;
So if sorrow such on my behalf,
does tear apart, a haunted chest,
Still, her name would be my epitaph,
And her love the ever staying guest.
R.N.Khan, © 2012
by Sotto Poet |
Categories:
analogy, anxiety, tree,
The special scarlet of a scheme orchid.
I'm teetering on the verge of a smirk.
You won't hear it when the dimout torpid
The special scarlet of a scheme orchid.
A last leaf's fall is too loud and morbid
A written, unmailed love note in black ink.
The special scarlet of a scheme orchid.
I'm teetering on the verge of a smirk.
Written: February 23, 2023
by Serge Lyrewing |
Categories:
emotions, fear, feelings, heart, love, night, passion,
When you are out of boredom
Your lips are sweet and warm,
You are my lass on bottom
of life; you're in good form.
I know that you are hiding
the tremor of your heart,
Are you in love? You're finding
your great lie for my part.
Sweet angel of my passion,
The idol of my tears,
I look for your deception
in throat of night in fear.
And you fell down like wonder
like star from wounded sky,
Your embrace is like thunder,
Oh, you will have to lie.
You're child of the caprice
You're pain of morbid soul,
Surprise me, you are faceless
for me, give me a call.
Again you're out of boredom
And you are in good form,
You're lass of mine on bottom,
Your lying lips are warm.
by Kayleigheen Joy |
Categories:
beauty, boyfriend, confusion, dark, depression, loss, mother, pain, sad, suicide, love, me, i love you,
Sometimes I feel like falling,
Or drowning in the rain,
Sometimes I feel like cutting,
To see her face again.
The Shadows of a darker mind,
Twist, confuse and lie,
I never did understand why she had to die,
I see her face in haunting dreams,
Or looking back at me,
She seems to root me to the ground,
When all I want is to flee.
Her morbid beauty chases me,
Like vulchers around meat,
Her stone cold ear upon my chest,
To cocxe my finel beat,
Amogst this all is one smart ray,
A dimond in the mist,
That hold me close to take away,
The razor at my wrist,
The dark and light confuse my brain,
There never ending war,
Mother I love you and always will,
But James I love you more.
by Kenneth Fordham |
Categories:
fantasy, girlfriend-boyfriend, lost love, sad, visionary, love,
I watch the clouds slowly drifting,
The stars far behind,
I feel myself wishing,
As the wind rustles the pine.
A true love awaits,
But where to be found,
Heartache castrates,
A love so profound.
Dubious remorse dwells,
In a broken heart of thunder,
Lightening augments,
Morbid thoughts of wonder.
Where is the love,
Profoundly empty heart,
Languor in solitude,
As limpid water currents part.
by Serge Lyrewing |
Categories:
emotions, feelings, hurt, missing, poets, sad love, solitude,
Oh, I was slowly getting mad
near door of someone who I wish for,
And spring day was becoming bad
and dark, my thirst was done a bit more.
I wept, with passion I was tired
And being grim I hid my crying,
And I could see my doubled mind
It was so morbid ***** and lying.
It penetrated in my soul
that's already insane and quiet
It flooded spring, it made a fall
with soundless wave that's black and wild.
Spring day was getting dark and bad,
Over the grave my heart was chilling,
And I was slowly getting mad,
I thought about her without feeling.
P.S. This is my translation of poem by Alexander Blok.
by Ernest Badounts |
Categories:
absence
Starry Night
The night is saturated with love's perfect reign,
Calling all lovers to dine,
The sumptuous mystery of the night.
Oh Universe! Bright Universe!
Express thy deep essential bliss,
Flow like the rivers golden,
Play on the whimsical stars.
The crickets keep the starry night alive,
The nightingale breaks the morbid silence.
We (as two lovers) keep searching
for the best in ourselves;
While the stars pour their love on us,
Expanding the magnetic beautiful.
As we levitate with our kisses and blend with the starry night.
-Ernest Badounts
by Garnett Fireline |
Categories:
deep, desire, thanks,
You've never destroyed me
I have constantly enjoyed you
off and on for many years
through Joy and tears
through bravity and fear
Decadence,
Beautiful dark angel
On the edge of a strangle
Yet I marvel I'm back
I'm not so dead after all
A morbid caress, to you I call
Decadence,
Who could not love you?
In your finest hour
blooming and growing
like a wildflower
I am obsessed by your power
You have had on me many years
Decadence
Do not slow down
As I grow older
Excess is better
Than all moderation provides
I'd rather live than slowly die
by Shelley Moore |
Categories:
bereavement, death,
Fallen petals from a funeral wreath,
freshly dug-earth,
and a hint of rot…
linger in the graveyard air
and mingle with the living scents
of the spring breeze—
of lilac and honeysuckle,
and the more elusive smell
of memories and of prayers
They are present here,
as she sits beside his grave
Recalling with eerie detail
the lines of his face, the love in his eyes
And wonders with morbid thoughts
how those features have transformed now
As she contemplates
what lay beneath the earth’s crust
and what similar fate awaits her,
there comes a new smell among
the stones and moss—
An overwhelming smell of fear.
by James Inman |
Categories:
dark, love,
She's a whisper, a gentle breeze
a soft and sturdy canopy
that wordless watches over me
her tender touch is all I need
to release the beast, set him free
and calm this rage inside of me
when black is all my heart can be
she is the only one I need
The droplets slowly crying down,
dripping , hollow, beyond my frown
my morbid soul scratching around
the ancient soil and wanton ground,
crazed in search I've finally found
a glow, through my mind's battleground,
this light of love that shines profound,
radiates from your heart, unbound
02/14/2022