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❝ but this time i will not be lifted from the realms of this catastrophe, this time i will be dipped into the honeyed lox of this saccharine thought; drowning in the depths of the wilted tulips that have not ever to sprout. look at these alstroemerias that blossom from the words that spill from my bleeding heart and plum stained lips; apple juice coating the rim of this glass of champagne in which these sinful creatures drown with their blistered wings. now watch as i am coaxed by the orbs of lavender bruises with hands wrapped around my neck.❞ 

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Lurk's Compendium of Dark Poetry (LCDP) by lurkks

In this collection of poetry, the veil is torn away, revealing the undercurrents of darkness that run through the human experience. These poems are raw and relentless, exploring the spaces where light fails to reach, and the truths we fear most come to life. Here, I dive deep into the themes of anguish, hypocrisy, and the unsettling beauty of chaos, exposing the fractures in the walls we build around ourselves. Each piece in this collection challenges the reader to question the very foundations of what we consider "civilized." Society likes to paint over its imperfections with politeness and rules, but these poems chip away at that facade, uncovering the rawness beneath. I explore the darkness not as something to be feared, but as a vital, undeniable part of our existence-an aspect of humanity that is as real as any light. This is not a comfortable read. It's not meant to be. These poems force you to confront the fragility of the human condition, the duality of beauty and brutality, and the lies we tell ourselves to keep chaos at bay. If you're ready to peel back the layers of falsehood and face the darkness within, this collection will take you there. It's a journey into the heart of what it means to be human, where every line draws you deeper into the abyss. Dare to explore the cracks in our polished world? This is where the shadows speak their truths.

Whisper of Silence |✓ by WhenLifeGivesUDemons

Trapped. Surrounded on all sides by an overpowering barrier visible only to you. A barrier consisting of your thoughts, your dreams, your hopes, separating you from the rest of the world. Thoughts struggling to escape, the memories vivid in your head. You're trying to push back the flood of emotion, trying to break down that wall that's separating you from the judgement that awaits you at the other side. Your fears captivate you and morph you into a new person entirely. Surrounded on all sides and breaking into cold perspiration. Enveloping you is that same fear, gripping at your heart. You stand still hoping for the storm to back down, hoping for another chance. Sooner or later you're faced with reality and you'll know there's no turning back. All that remains is a whisper of silence.

D R O W N by littlepaintergirl

we want to burn and die to fill the page as delicate words and memories and what we want what we need in life is more poetry and less pain but it's only a glimpse into a forbidden world a beautiful scene sharp to the touch so take your look if you can bear it so take my hand if you will hold it and taste the words ------------------------------------------------------ some rhyme less poetry and mindless murmurings for you to drown in. all of these poems are regrets, things i wish i said to people but never could.

If Not Now , Then When? by Sohinigoswami

[featured 4x] A palate of poems. {Some simple words mean really deep. We use them without knowing their true worth... I portray such simple words in my poems.} {You will find long poems, In simple words. Some short ones, And a few deep thoughts} {If not now Then when? Words are crops, we plough. Memories are sand, ashen} ●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○ This collection of poems is a souvenir of my journey through the range of emotions I feel every day and of how I view the world around me . {Sometimes I lack zeal, Sometimes I don't. Sometimes I don't feel, Anything and everything feels unknown.} ●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○ 🥇1st place in best book cover in starry sky mini awards... 💫 cover credits - @bl_AcK_zE_rO ●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○ If you are reading this book somewhere else other than WATTPAD. it's not safe!! Your device is under threat. Please report that site!!! ●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○ Most impressive ranking #3 in poetry out of 261K on( 1st - 3rd August 2021) #1 in poeticjustice out of 1.4K #1 in poesia out of 12.3K #1 in poembook out of 10.7 K #1 in thoughtsandfeelings out of 9.97 K #1 in poetrycollection out of 22.4K #8 in poem out of 156K on 1st to 6 th July #1 in thoughts out of 73.6 K

When There Was Me And You | Part 1 by unalomicpoetry

You were my First Love; toxic, unhealthy for my state. But i learned Love from you; you taught me what it meant to spend nights crying at the edge of my bed and how it felt to really smile. ************************* This is a collection of poetry for one series- love, pain, toxicity, heartbreak and memory. This is the first experience at love I had. I share with you my experiences, my thoughts, my recollections, my struggle and everything I felt. If you grew up having been deprived of love and then suddenly found yourself carrying what seems like the world's amount of love for someone else- I don't doubt you won't be able to relate, at one point in this poetry book you'll find yourself in me. ******* #1 in heartstrings/43 (6th september) #3 in nostalgia (20th march) #15 in poems/5.7k (11th september) #4 in experience (30th November) #5 in journal (june 2019) #2 in deep (june 2019)

A Broken Optimist by mybookobsession_

She's a lost soul, searching for Froot Loops in a world of Cheerios. Emotions. Inflicted by words, Creating signals to connect those emotions. A pang in your heart, the dull ache of love, a tedious, meaningless thing to some. The entire thing to others. Confusing, at the least. All consuming, at the most. We bundle it inside, Hide it in boxes, In the deepest crevices of our persona, Then suddenly, it burst free, tumbling into the atmosphere, filling every hour, every moment. Words convey it. Words share it. Through words, our emotions are liberated. Disclaimer: I wrote this throughout the course of a year. It had its ups and it's down in emotion. It ends on a happy note, I think. It has some overdramatic things in which my past self annoys me sometimes. But it also has some good pieces of thought. The world sucks. I can't promise that it's not going to suck, Because it probably always will. But there will be times Where the good in the world Makes it suck a little less.

RIVULETS OF THOUGHTS - Cascading emotions by HarishVaid

I am a Poet, surfing the rainbows... Squandering the few surviving winks in my dreamy eyes. I, a well accompanied loner, saunter amidst the fireflies. Like a wandering dream, my restless mind meanders, "Will the same butterflies return to the flower?" It wonders. I am the thief who thieved the fire, to set the ideas ablaze, I stole the rains too, I had to flood the despondent deserts. But Metaphors I'd just borrow, they would never be mine. Metaphors can't be tamed, they belong to poetry, not poets. I roam unescorted and unaccompanied. I'm just exploring. Whilst, really there is nothing to find. "Sshh!" There is everything to find... Yet I roam... As a Poet. I roam. The wilderness, of the mind, the canyons of consciousness. -Harish Vaid harishvaid1986@gmail.com A collection of Poems, of the unusual sort. Read along for poems ranging from Love to Life, General to Abstract, Random to Insane. Intended to be an ongoing series. "Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen." -Leonardo Da Vinci Love all... Love you all. "Amor Vincent Omnia"

Trinkets by xxneva

If you want to read without the commitment, this is the perfect book for you. You can open it and read a few excerpts once in a while, or you can read it in one go. The entries here have various themes which may confuse readers as it confused the writer to complete it. Check out Miscellanea, the second book inspired from the last entries of Trinkets. A collection of prose and poems, of rhymes, and riddles, and a piece of a shattered heart. "...Now this collection is bleeding with those memories. And I want you to understand. I want you to know what happened. I want you to feel every emotion that I felt. Flip the pages and understand. It could take some time. But believe me. Those days felt like it could last forever, too." -Summer (2016)

Thoughts of a Juvenile by SoniyaKale

Words are sharper than knife they say. Yes it is true. Some perfectly moulded good words can both make and break a heart easily. A poem is a group of such perfectly moulded words given wings to fly. They fly through the mind and heart easily. A hobby is an activity we do to express ourselves, our beliefs and our thinking. For example through drawing, dancing, singing, etcetera. Writing a poem is one of such hobbies. Here words are used. These words and messages are far more twisted. A poem hits the mind, a good poem hits the heart. Thoughts Of A Juvenile is just a collection of my poems.I started writing poems when I was 8. I may not be a great writer. But yeah I write to express. There have been times for me like many other teenagers where I thought I was lost and helpless. There have been good times too. I'm standing on the edge of teenage now, telling you that you can survive this. You can survive everything. All you need is to find your strengths. There are sad nights and then there are mornings full of opportunities. Don't give up. I'm here and I'll always be here. Whenever you feel down just remind yourself "Be stupid". Go out in public and the eat the food you like alone, ask out your crush, flirt like there's no one watching, dance like a ghost has possessed your body, prank people, have a little chat with the nerds you know. Surviving is an art not many can master. Be a Master. There are mistakes in this book and I tried my best to correct them. But couldn't correct them all. I would really love to receive reviews and criticism. Vote if you like it. Comment your views. And follow for more poems. Add it to your reading list or library.

Submerged (Book 2 Of Breathe) by ScatteredBrains

You tell me it gets better, it gets better in time You say I'll pull myself together, pull it together, you'll be fine Tell me, what the hell do you know? What do you know? Tell me how the hell could you know? How could you know? Till it happens to you, you don't know how it feels, how it feels Till it happens to you, you won't know, it won't be real No, it won't be real, won't know how it feels You tell me hold your head up, hold your head up and be strong 'Cause when you fall you gotta get up, you gotta get up and move on Tell me how the hell could you talk, how could you talk? 'Cause until you walk where I walk, this is no joke Till it happens to you, you don't know how it feels, how it feels Till it happens to you, you won't know, it won't be real (how could you know?) No it won't be real (how could you know?) Won't know how I feel Till your world burns and crashes Till you're at the end, the end of your rope Till you're standing in my shoes I don't wanna hear a thing from you, from you, from you 'Cause you don't know Till it happens to you, you don't know how I feel, how I feel How I feel Till it happens to you, you won't know, it won't be real (how could you know?) No, it won't be real (how could you know?) Won't know how it feels Till it happens to you Happens to you Happens to you Happens to you Happens to you Happens to you (how could you know?) Till it happens to you You won't know how I feel

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Lurk's Compendium of Dark Poetry (LCDP) cover

Whisper of Silence |✓ cover

D R O W N cover

If Not Now , Then When? cover

When There Was Me And You | Part 1 cover

A Broken Optimist cover

RIVULETS OF THOUGHTS - Cascading emotions cover

Thoughts of a Juvenile cover

Submerged (Book 2 Of Breathe) cover

Lurk's Compendium of Dark Poetry (LCDP)

In this collection of poetry, the veil is torn away, revealing the undercurrents of darkness that run through the human experience. These poems are raw and relentless, exploring the spaces where light fails to reach, and the truths we fear most come to life. Here, I dive deep into the themes of anguish, hypocrisy, and the unsettling beauty of chaos, exposing the fractures in the walls we build around ourselves. Each piece in this collection challenges the reader to question the very foundations of what we consider "civilized." Society likes to paint over its imperfections with politeness and rules, but these poems chip away at that facade, uncovering the rawness beneath. I explore the darkness not as something to be feared, but as a vital, undeniable part of our existence-an aspect of humanity that is as real as any light. This is not a comfortable read. It's not meant to be. These poems force you to confront the fragility of the human condition, the duality of beauty and brutality, and the lies we tell ourselves to keep chaos at bay. If you're ready to peel back the layers of falsehood and face the darkness within, this collection will take you there. It's a journey into the heart of what it means to be human, where every line draws you deeper into the abyss. Dare to explore the cracks in our polished world? This is where the shadows speak their truths.