Darkpoetry Stories

The mind's a circus, and these are its performers. Poems of love, loss, guilt, and longing raw, alive.

This is personal writing. Not a debate. Not a discussion. Not open to fixing. Read if you want. Leave quietly if you don't.

Not a story,but a poem Just to express my thoughts Plz don't plagiarise

In a world where hope is a forgotten language and love is a wound, Nikk Bleue survives behind quiet walls and tired eyes. She's the girl who never cries, never raises her voice- who stares into the night with silent battles inside her heart. Trapped in a cage of loyalty and lies, she's not waiting to be saved, but to be seen. But what happens when someone looks too closely? What if the one person who could break her walls to heal her... or might end up breaking her completely in the process? This story isn't entirely about healing- it's a story where her scars learn to yell and scream... [It's my very first book, so please ignore the errors] Thank you:)

Every heart holds a story, and every story leaves a weight behind. This poetry collection captures the quiet heaviness of life-the ache of memory, the sharp edges of loss, the tender moments of healing, and the small sparks of hope that keep us moving forward. In these verses, you will find echoes of your own experiences, a reminder that we all carry our own weight. Through raw and intimate verses, The Weight We Carry takes readers on an emotional journey, exploring what it means to break, to endure, and to rise again. These poems are for anyone who has ever felt the weight of the world pressing down, yet still found the strength to keep breathing, keep reaching, keep going.

The Aftermath Of Feeling is my first poetry album. It's an introspective collection of poems that explore identity, self-discovery, and the beauty of imperfections. Each poem captures a different emotion and feeling we often hide from the world, I hope you feel comforted and heard as you read this set of poems and discover the beauty of being unapologetically you. The style of my poetry album is dark, introspective, and free verse with vivid imagery and emotional depth as I express emotion through my art, in this case, this poetry album of mine. Hopefully, you will enjoy my poems and find peace in them💘. I have created a playlist of 6 songs for each of my poems that match their vibe, as you can listen to while reading them one by one🩵 It will be at the end of all the chapters. It would be very helpful if you could share my poetry album with other viewers who you know will love it! Thank you for helping me grow my work!

Once, the world was quiet and peaceful. As time passes an endless chaos broke out of the hell and started spreading. Long ago, beings known as the Zen descended upon the earth-gentle in form, monstrous in intent. They discovered that pain gives birth to power, and that from the depths of the human brain blooms a force called SOL, an energy that gives an great presence and strikes like lightning. Through endless torment and false dreams, they fed upon it, shaping an age where humanity survived only by enduring. A man emerged out of the endless kindness, one of the three strongest KAI, saved every single person and this took his life, He died as a legendary KAI. Yet the chaos survived in the darkness A thousand years later, the world still breathes beneath invisible oppression This novel follows Wayne Mizuki, a 16 years old boy. A philosophical dive into his life. He is weak, fearful, unwanted-even by his own blood.He lives without meaning, shouts to hide his fragility, and believes strength is something others possess. As Wayne wanders a broken world where humans are sold, SOL's are harvested, and freedom is priced in agony, he begins to change-not through miracles, but through thought, failure, will and kindness. Alongside quiet bonds, unspoken love, and rivals who walk the same road, his heart slowly learns what it means to stand upright in a world built to crush men.

These letters are raw. They bleed. They rage. They whisper. They scream. Because how do you unlove the man who hung the stars in your sky... but also shattered your entire world? This is not a story of fairytales. No prince will come. No magic will heal. Because the king - the father she once adored - poisoned the apple. And now... all that's left is a girl trying to unwrite her love for him. Read Ada's letters - if you dare.

A poem about how villains are made, and how they can never be born, but their always made by either the hero's, or the 'good' guys.

Because It's easier to bleed in poetries...

a memoir: for this ordinary youth

Fragments from a mind that survived without resolution. Not for comfort. Not for closure. Only for those who will sit with it. More fragments of the boy, the fracture, the ghost, and Khalzreenism will follow... Khalzreenism // x.kakal // gh0$t

Every emotion stripped down to it's Raw and Purest form, molded into a poetry. This is a Series of Dark Poetry. I don't hope you just like them but feel them. 🤞

In the medieval times, there were people who used to wander throughout different cities, lands and countries. They collected stories and tales of monsters, gods and kings and then passed it on by singing it. The wanderers were not of any less importance in the stories, they themselves travelled far and wide too see the spectacles only few men could witness. This Book contains the poems sang by the wanderer of my imagination. Do read it and do not forget to vote if you enjoy them. P.S. All the poems in this book are written by me and are original work. There is no Plagiarism involved

𝘐 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮s 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘺, 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘩. 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥. 𝘈𝘯𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨/𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘥 (❗).

The End of War describes a speaker's initial joy at discovering a place completely free of violence, pain, and conflict. However, the poem concludes with a grim ironic twist: the absence of war is only possible because there is an absolute absence of life.

Compilation of dark poetry ⚠️ Triggers: Suicidal Ideation, depression, psychosis, mood disorders, eating disorders, pain and fatigue ⚠️

ᴀ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴏᴇᴍꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴍʏ ɪɴɴᴇʀ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ɪꜱ ᴅɪᴍᴍᴇᴅ Updates will be whenever I've been hurting enough to write a poem. (Warning: I am not the best poet and these were most all made while I was shaking from stress/anger/sadness/etc.)

PAIN, POETS & PSYCHOPATHS. A collection of confessional poems about pain, numbness, the lies we tell ourselves, and the minds that learn to survive without softness. Not romantic. Not comforting. Just honest.

a dark poem for the holiday season 💀