The Dark World Contest #1

Personally, I think truly excellent dark poems are difficult to come by. As a pretty morbid and a dark person they are my favorite kind. I am holding this contest and anything regarding deep sadness/darkness/death/depression/horror is welcome in this category.

Rules:
1) One poem per person
2) The poem must be an original piece
3) Poems must be in January 30th
4) Poem has to be at least 15 lines but no more than 45
5) The theme MUST be relevant to the dark requirements.

So nothing happy people haha! Rhyming is also not necessary.

I'll have the results in on January 31st!

The prizes will be:
1st place: "Bleeding Crimson Rain" by Midnight Sun

2nd place: "Cannabalism {Double Hava Rima}" by xTheEcstasyofSuicidex

3rd place : "Underneath the Mortal Ground" by My Decadent

4th place: "Like Unto a Leopard" by Holy Hellcat

5th place: "Broken Doll" by Grotesque Angel

And actually, all have the possibility of being added to my favorites. I'm really excited for this contest and cannot wait to read your work!

Are we allowed to enter old poems? Or do they have to be new?
~Midnight Sun

Either is fine!

Another question....can it be on abuse? Not sure if mine will or not but I'm kinda leaning that way. Take your time in letting me know. Thanks! :)
~Midnight Sun

When people say 'horror' I immediately think of one poem I've written. Although I have many dark and sad poems, I always think of one. So, I hope you enjoy.
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Cannabalism {Double Ottava Rima}

Swimming around, everywhere, blood sets, displaced,
((Chunks)), indescribable matter on the ground,
With a difficult decision you are faced.
Push harder, deeper, more, let your heart resound.
Decide your fate quickly, enjoy the taste.
Listen gently to your screams fall to the ground.
Piece by piece, taste by taste, you'll eat your flesh,
Falling deep within a sleep; your final rest.

Feast upon flesh, so delicate and great,
Breaking skin by teeth - smell the smell so strong,
Cannibalism is your scrumptious fate.
Blood dripping down your face; this can't be wrong,
Looking up at victims with utter hate
For their flesh in your mouth is where it belongs.
Lying around you are skin and broken bones,
Laugh as you break the flesh; hear their final moan.

xTheEcstasyOfSuicidex

-shivers- that poem always freaks me. o.o

Title: Another day in Hell
By: Mark
Genre: Dark/Depression

My world consists of lies
friends self centered and egoistic
life has turned upside down
I am only being realistic

the time passes like seconds
no time to bloom
living in another's footsteps
Another day of eternal Doom

crying out loud won't ever help
people just passing by
my tears dried out
looking forward to the day I will die

I am too scared
with the gun in my hands
shaking outrageous
on the floor it lands

no way out of this hell hole
places the gun on my shelf
I am trapped in a body
inside it I am only a shadow of myself

Lol, good, Lauren. That means it's good in your opinion. I'm glad I give you the creeps. ;]]

xTheEcstasyOfSuicidex

Regarding abuse, I would consider anything on abuse either dark or sad so that would be fine. As long as its not happy, comical, about nature, lovey dovey or pondering the ways of life it should be fine!

I'm not that great on dark poems, i may replace this yet if thats ok?

Xx Kiss me on my forehead xX

Kiss me on my forehead
And lay me down to sleep
Kiss away my tears
And pray my soul to keep

Hold me in the darkness
Chase away nightmares
Hold me tightly to you
Far from accusing stares

Whisper softly to me
Quietly through the night
Whisper words of love
And cuddle me so tight

Hold my hand in yours
Lay so close together
Hold onto this feeling
We'll make it last forever

Kiss me on my forehead
As I slowly close my eyes
Kiss me on my lips
As we say our last goodbyes ©

*Gem*

I hope you like it...I think it's my darkest.

"Bleeding Crimson Rain"

The moon herself screams in agony
The stars cry for my pain
Mother earth holds me close
As the sky bleeds a crimson rain

My tears shatter on the ground
And the icy liquid freezes over
My own spirit leaves my soul
So I hide under this devilish cover

Darkness envelops my heart
Like a vine grasping a tree
Its burning fingers with such a hold
Pull me under the surface of the sea

The moon herself screams in agony
The stars cry for my pain
Mother earth holds me close
As the sky bleeds a crimson rain

I can't pull myself back up
I've been down much too long
I can't fight alone anymore
Its grip is much too strong

But I've lived in solitude all my life
I've been long forgotten
Now the only one to witness my death
Is this sphere so long ago begotten

The moon herself screams in agony
The stars cry for my pain
Mother earth holds me close
As the sky bleeds a crimson rain

These Porcelain Tears
by Bryan

The sun sets on her Porcelain Face,
tears roll down her cheeks in such disgrace.
For a love that was forgotten, no one really cares,
the pain she shows is too much for her to bare.

Writing her final note, no one around to see,
what she's been through, how hard life can be.
So she sits on her bed, with a pen and some paper,
waiting on her Prince Charming to come and save her.

She writes down her feelings, each and every day,
hoping her true love will come and take her pain away.
Wait as she might, her Prince Charming never shows,
writing down her feelings, but the torture never goes.

So she swallows the pills, lays the bottle by the bed,
and finishes writing her note, this is what it said,
"If my Prince Charming finds this, don't have any fear,
I will die here now with these Porcelain Tears."

Bryan Hunt © 2006

Broken Doll

I see your pretty face,
One I wish to disgrace,
Follow you to your home,
Soon to be your eyes were sewn

You will scream for my mercy,
This will scar you will see,
Mercy HA! I give none,
Never will you touch the sun

Your body is ripped and torn,
Your mind is now filled with scorn,
Raping you for my own joy,
Broke your face like its a toy

Spitting on your undug grave,
A path to hell I will now pave,
Rape you mind you wont forget,
Now that your future is unset

For you nothing will I ever care,
All you can do is stare,
Your eyes forever now are glass,
No one helps as they walk past

Fucked and beaten like a doll,
Now that I have stole your soul,
And your face I shall smother,
Now I'm off to kill another

© Copyright 2005 By: Grotesque Angel

PS: Hope you find it morbid enough. (BTW, its not about me raping someone)

Valentine's Day
by Silhouette, of something unimaginable

They sit together
on the lover's holiday
cuddling, and smiling
acting lovey dovey
he knows she wants to die sometimes
she thinks there might be someone else
they part in their ways
he goes to the one he loves
she to the one that loves her
she holds the cold metal, his photo
crying why couldn't you love me
like the way you love her
she holds the blade closer
thinking "walk the sidewalk"
she gets closer to her want
he now feels her pain
leaving his lover
he runs down the road
now she is thinking "no turning back"
the blade "walks the sidewalk"
now turning, it "crosses the street"
he reaches her house
tears running down their eyes
she clutches the note
he clutches the nob
just a second too late
she lays there motionless
kneeling beside her
he reads the note
"we both can't get what we want"
he knows, though no one else does.
he now belongs to her
she got her wish
but he shall not
that was her happy ending
but his sorrowful beginning

No worries, Gem just make sure to tell me which one you want me to do, I won't be really judging them until the last day. I've been reading them though and I'm so excited, they're excellent! Keep them coming!

WHERE DID YOU GO SIS?

Where did you go today sis?
You never said goodbye,
You never had much time for me,
Now up high you fly,

You had no faith in god above,
I wonder if you’re right,
If you’ve gone to hell or not,
Or if you’re in the light.

How do I know where you’ve gone?
What do I believe?
All I do is lie at home,
Lie alone and grieve.

If my tears could bring you back,
You would be back home,
A thousand different ones of you,
But really I’m alone.

All alone in an empty house,
Full of all your dreams,
Full of all your memories and,
It makes me want to scream.

Cheers
Laura
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Fatal Memories
by BriBri .x. ♥

Blurry abstract visions clouding mind
A tragic story when combined
Innocence, youth, childhood all lost
At such a young age, she didn't know the cost

Bringing up events from long ago
So the truth, she can finally know
Remembering times she screamed for help
Him taking her, making her yelp

Finding out why her life's been a mess
One way or another, she'll make him confess
Everyone will soon know the truth
Of a little girl, who lost her youth

hey i want to submit a poem, it's a dark story but it shows an inspirational message at the end.. is it ok if i submit it?

It's up to you to use your best judgment but it sounds like its fine so I'm sure it'll fit the requirements.

ok il post it, but just let me know if it's not right

Never Give Up
by ~BRiDDY~

An ocean of heat blasts over her,
and lingers on her for too long.
She falls to the ground in surprise and shock,
and immediately feels something is wrong.

Breaking out in a sweat,
she tries to fight this body of heat.
But she can only struggle as she gets slowly weaker,
and face this powerful defeat.

Her body goes limp with exhaustion,
and her head lolls about on her neck.
She's drowning in a pool of her own sweat,
but her closing eyes it won't affect.

Her lids are slowly shutting,
her dark lashes and brow soaking wet.
The last thing she sees is a blurry mess,
then she is gripped by a feeling she won't forget.

Eventually she wakes up, in a wave of confusion,
and she doesn't know where she is.
Her body is sore, and her clothes stuck to her skin,
and her damp hair is in a frizz.

She manages to stand, with a bit of swaying,
and she realizes her enemy's no longer there.
The sweltering heat has gone and left her to be,
but has left her alone in fear.

Looking around, she only sees paths,
there's hundreds of them all around.
But which one should she take, where do they lead to?
Should she wait till the right one is found?

She chooses one at random,
and walks up to the start.
But something monstrously scary appears,
and tries to stab her in the heart.

She stops abruptly and runs back,
her heart thumping out of her chest.
She turns and tries another path,
but these things won't give her a rest.

She doesn't lose hope and keeps trying,
how is she managing to cope?
Finally there is only one path left,
this path is her only hope.

She closes her eyes and walks towards it,
saying a silent prayer in her head.
She keeps walking, finally opening her eyes,
to see safety lying ahead.

Never give up hope, even in the worst of times,
and always keep trying your hardest.
Because giving up on these things -
is like giving up on yourself.

So I think it is a beautiful poem, its not exactly what I was thinking of but if this had been for inspirational poems, it would have been right on the mark. Although i love the beginning...so it does have what I'm looking for, but its a little different. Of course, poetry is not black and white so you can either keep it or not, I mean if its not a black poem as night its not like I won't consider it. So I would love it you could keep it, but if you want to enter something else thats fine, just make sure to tell me which one you'd prefer for me to judge.

ohk kool.. um i dunno cos i don't really have any other dark poems.. but would this poem even have a chance when you come to judge it do you think?

NIGHT

Darkness.
Sinking around my skull, and slowly
submerging me in its velvetiness.
Penetrating and permeating.
It enters like cold molten lead
and drowns me in its heaviness.
It numbs me, or maybe hones too much-
I do not know.

I can’t breathe.

The night wind howls, but I think it feels
like music to me; until it dies down.
Stillness welcomes the pain that hides;
but it seems to savor the veil it wears.
Or could it be that it cannot expose
a face it hasn’t seen?
I do not know.

I can’t breathe.

The raw, stark sky screams
of needed frankness;
and I start to yearn for clouds
just because the truth lacerates.
When I cannot feel love,
the moon glares down and taunts
rosy thoughts; but I’m not irked-
you can’t jeer at corpses.

I still can’t breathe.
(maybe I don’t want to)

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Dhaval Rajendra Shah

Briddy, of course! dude don't doubt yourself. While I am looking for a consistent theme, I am also looking for innovation and generally just creative and intelligent writing so no worries. you're in the running! :)

keep the poems coming people! Only a few more days, and I'm actually going to close it a day early!

Edit**

Darkness ravishes it's thirst upon
my Satan borne heart
Knowing eagerly that temptation
was too sweet on my part

This portrait I paint of sheer innocence
Is but a mess of paint
See where the softest touch revolt
A fading last restraint

Belong is a word deserving death too soon
A conspiracy for too long
Tempting temptresses with a wish like mine
When only murder came along

More and more than came less and less
Tainted footprints on the ground
Drinking and laughing till my soul was no more
And utter helplessness was found

Underneath The Mortal Ground
by My Decadent

Roses with their poisioned thorns
Hanged by the satyr's horns
Bleed their nectar down on your skin
And breed their venom with your sin.

Demons with inverted wings fall
Crushing spiders in their crawl
Rusted chains rammed into your face
Maggots on your body - such a disgrace.

Burning flames of Leviathan's son,
Cries of despair of the Fallen One,
Tears that stain these gates of Hell
Where Hades and Thanatos used to dwell.

Mutilated silence echoes in the night
As Acheron overwhelms you with his might
And withering souls dance in the dark
While his curse of doom rips at your heart.

© My Decadent

*More Than Usual*

Just the sight of it
Starting at her wrists
All the way up her arm,
Down to her fingertips

Just the sight of it
Calms her down slowly
It's the kind of high
Only to come from a blade

Just the sight of it
Makes her forget everything
She can't remember why this time,
Or even where she is

Just the sight of it
Dripping onto the floor
It's already stained,
From every time before

Just the sight of it
And she begins to realize
It's more than usual,
Now a pool of blood beneath her

Just the sight of it
Makes her faint
Yet she feels nothing
As her lifeless body hits the floor

Just the sight of it
The blood-stained note
And they all realize
"It's all his fault."

Like Unto A Leopard (Villanelle)
by Holy Hellcat

Like Unto A Leopard*

Upon a throne of blood, my guardian resides
In desperate isolation, he tailors my disguise
I think I'm being bred to be the anti-christ

Like unto a leopard, the prophecy indites
The second coming usurps after the first has died
Upon a throne of blood, my guardian resides

With all outward appearances as of one beatified
Timid and helpless, and passionately untried
I think I'm being bred to be the anti-christ

Everybody wants to be different, to walk the thin lines
Between changing the world, and rearranging your mind
Upon a throne of blood, my guardian resides

Escape into the world, I am shaken by a heist
Of my ideals, and stolen from my kind
Upon a throne of blood, my guardian resides
I think I'm being bred to be the anti-christ

*from St. John's Revelation Ch. 13 when he's describing the second beast that rises from the sea, he begins with the lines, "And the beast I saw was like unto a leopard; with the feet of a bear and the mouth of a lion, and spake as a dragon..." Only mention it because it's my favorite bibiblical story and you should go read it, now, if you haven't already.

h/o.. brb

One of my oldy's.. not really 'horror' but its either this.. or a suicide note type one., ahah. well anyways..

Hope you like it. ...

Broken Home

Upstairs in my room
I'm silently sitting on the bed
parents down stairs fighting
their voices ringing in my head

Swear words blaring loudly
as my father and mother yell
'F**king C*nt, Die b!*ch.'
'A**hole, go to f**king hell'

this is what my life's like
from upstairs in my room.
this pain is morphing my mind to
thoughts of impending doom

I lie about my f**cked up family
to almost every one of my friends
cause I know all but a few
will be there for me til the end

downstairs the fists are pounding
and chairs are getting thrown.
in my room I'm thinking
about how I'm so alone..

my father threatens to leave
man, how I wish he would
my sisters bawling, choking
I wish you all understood

this is what I go through
and why I'm so terribly alone
so now you know the reason
why i'm simply skin and bone..

ok cool! when abouts does this close?

Nightmares!

She's awake, lost in a massive room,
with to heartless guys,& a bed, where she lays , tied at the arms and feet .
They torture her in many different ways.
She pleads with them to let her go, but they don't listen.

They take turns to touch her, but to her everything is just a blurr.
She's confused and doesn't know what's happening.

They circle her giggling and laughing,
as they take turns to play their sick twisted games.
She's scared out of her mind and can't stop crying!

But in an instant second,everything starts to disappear.
The gutless men, the horrible room. But what still remains is her pain and fear.

She wakes up for real now & drys her eyes. Even though it was just a nightmare, it still all feels so real as she remembers exactly what happened.
She's scared, so she hides under her bed where she feels the safest!!

Ok I've decided to close this contest early since plenty of people have submitted their work in

~~~~~~~~~CLOSED~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Results will be in tomorrow, January 30th!

Okay here are the results, first I just want to let you guys all know I was uber-impressed. It was really hard to actually pick five, but I did and you all did excellently. Thank you so much!

1st place: Midnight Sun for "Bleeding Crimson Rain"

2nd place: xThe EcstasyOfSuicidex for "Cannablism {Double Hava Rima}

3rd place: My Decadent for "Underneath the Mortal Ground"

4th place: Holy Hellcat for "Like Unto a Leopard"

5th place: Grotesque Angel for "Broken Doll"

Congratulations you guys!

Yay, I'm so happy. I'm really glad you liked it.
Hope you enjoy some of my other stuff.
I recommend anything on my favourites list.

Cheers,
GA

As am I glad you enjoyed mine. I hope you enjoy the rest. =]

Congrats to the winners.

xTheEcstasyOfSuicidex

Just glad to be in this contest, dark poems are the most exciting use of words and talent, but thats only my opinion. :) Gratz to all the winners.

Wow! Thank you so much! I'm really happy...you just made my day! :) And congrats to all...great poems.
~Midnight Sun