Dark Poetry Quotes

Do you remember the sight we saw, my soul,that soft summer morninground a turning in the path,the disgusting carcass on a bed scattered with stones,its legs in the air like a woman in needburning its wedding poisonslike a fountain with its rhythmic sobs,I could hear it clearly flowing with a long murmuring sound,but I touch my body in vain to find the wound.I am the vampire of my own heart,one of the great outcasts condemned to eternal laughterwho can no longer smile.Am I dead?I must be dead.

~ Charles Baudelaire

And all we feared inside the night / shows true in morning's biased light.

~ Garth Von Buchholz

Maybe tranquility is the dirt under my nails. I know it's there but I never feel like digging it out.

~ Casey Renee Kiser

With a ring around the rosaryAnd a pocket full of crossesAshes to ashesThey'll all fall down

~ Matthew Fitzpatrick

You do not see the painting in the attic The maggots on skin that tear. The beauty is a trick. Narcissus - promise naught but air...'' ~ Dorian Gray

~ Stella Coulson

Linear’s defeated form The intangible reality rise.'' ~ Wanderer

~ Stella Coulson

Darling, even raindrops try to wipe my teardrops but your thoughts haul out more tears from my liquid eyes and then teardrops replace raindrops...

~ Abhishek Rath

She is the light,at the end of this endless tunnel.

~ Vivid Darkness

No misery ever so beautiful than the one this mind creates.

~ Vivid Darkness

You burn like a candleinside my soul,showing me a waythrough this darkness.

~ Vivid Darkness

Amidst a crowd of strangers,I still remain unknownto myself.

~ Vivid Darkness

I look up upon a sparsely starred abyssHaving wandered to this street cornerIn the middle of the nightWatching the cars and people go byWonderingIf this deep, black nothingnessIs the sum total of being human.

~ Justin Wetch

What a cruel irony it is, that we get to choose our thoughts but not our feelings.

~ Justin Wetch

Pressure knocks at my doorA clock ticks and demands its dueThe lava burns from the floorBut not in a game like it used to.So little time to figure it all outSo many distractions to prevent successI’m in a dark forest with no path or routeBut this internal fire knows no rest.

~ Justin Wetch

Real life is just another stage.Just another stage where I have to look and actLike I have everything put together;everything neat, perfect, and in order,when in reality I’m slowly dying,Slowly decaying, screaming and clawing,at this little box I’ve been put into, Trying desperately to escape.

~ Justin Wetch

Sleepless nightsSpent looking at the ceilingSearching in those etched patternsFor some sort of adhesiveTo glue together the broken piecesOf a soul crushedBy the weight of the fact thatLife is profoundly sad.

~ Justin Wetch

I wish I could see butterflies burst from cocoonsWithout tempering my amazementKnowing all beauty eventually dies.

~ Justin Wetch