Macabre Poetry

I posted a poem last night that gave me this idea. www.abovetopsecret.com... I think this will make for some interesting reading if some of the great writers here will join in and add to the thread. Here is my first one...

Bones


Midnight waltz beneath the moon
corpses dancing moan and swoon
putrid flesh hangs off the bone
swirling round to hellish tone
once lovely in her tattered gown
now just a skeleton dancing 'round
maggots feasted til was clean
to give the bones a lovely sheen
stay in a night or perhaps by chance
you come upon the macabre dance
where you become the dancers slave
waltzed alas into your grave...



[edit on 26-5-2009 by Greenize]

That was pretty damn good too.
I think we got a natural born poet here.

broken spirit, once beheld,
the open gates, of waiting hell,
falling fast, was all the rave,
deaths disciple, a willing slave,
broken thorough, and torn asunder,
anxious souls, for the demon's plunder,
tearing open, buried tombs,
feasting madly, on open wounds,
driven by, some primal lust,
ashes to ashes, and dust to dust,
howling laughter, from the night,
screeching spirits, full of fright,
"for chaos reigns and panic numbs,
when something wicked this way comes"






[edit on 2/6/2009 by reticledc]

reply to post by reticledc


Yep, that was awesome!! Thank you for adding it! I do love to read poetry and I think we all forget that there is a dark side to everthing!

reply to post by Greenize


Thank you.
Imitation is often the sincerest form of flattery.
I like your work.

reply to post by reticledc


Thank you, I very much appreciate your kind remarks! You are very talented as well and I like your work too!!!!

I didn't do it

Stab and carve
slice and dice
shot him once
stabbed him twice
bloody hands
deafening scream
awaken from a deadly dream
I didn't do it, I'm his wife
but there on the floor
lays the bloody knife
I didn't do it
what have I done
in my hand
the smoking gun
Someone shake me
If you dare
help me out
of this bloody nightmare

too little, too late, not in time,
too far gone, to save mankind,
little else, consoles the rage,
vengeance now, a new found age,
all we had, to do was try,
death reigns now, as children cry,
the bodies lay, in the street,
nothing merely, more than meat,
and why have, we suffered fate,
apathy rules, to little too late.

reply to post by reticledc


Great yet again! Star! I couldn't come up with anything tonight...my brain is tired! lol

reply to post by Greenize


Brain is tired, spirit numb,
fallen ill, you have the dumb,
speaking clearly, not work does,
not for really, just because,
sense not making, just marmalade,
grasshoppers, chocolate, & lemonade,



In all seriousness though, I have had the interest in expressing some of my more dark emotions as of late.
With all the crap going on in the world, it seems and easy outlet.


[edit on 5/6/2009 by reticledc]

reply to post by reticledc





Dark dank and dreary
mind is in a rut
oh no wait a minute
my head was up my butt!

reply to post by Greenize


The butt you say, surely you're kidding,
or are you just covered, in chocolate pudding,

reply to post by reticledc


Ewwwwwwwwww


These times do tend to bring out a different side...luckily it is only in words !

i dream as, if never to awaken,
in this world, of the god forsaken,
blood and gore, feasting on flesh,
zombies of rage, relentless in death,
twisting and turning, tearing at limbs,
gorging their terrors, of the most evil of whims,
all humans are gone, save for a few,
those are none other, than me and you.

reply to post by reticledc


That was great!! I loved it! Would suck to be us though!!

Looks like I found this one too late. I've enjoyed the story so far though.

*Cannibal Chorus*

A deep inhale, your fragrant death
Erotic visions of our blood feast
Savoring your flesh on my tongue
Your life melts into me, nourishing.


(lol, I love this stuff.....more later when I'm not in the office )