Darkpoetry Stories

I write these poems when I hit my low points I hope if anyone reads this you enjoy

a poetry collection called "forsaken flowers" exploring the dark side of romance, from longing to sadomasochism. perhaps it will make you remember everything, or make you want to feel these lines on your own skin. ✿ 17.06.2026 - 25.06.2026

A Carnival of Small Apocalypses These are poems for the hours after midnight, when the neon hums louder than reason and the world briefly forgets how to pretend. Inside these pages, goldfish learn theology from television screens. Ghosts linger in diners. Prophets miss their exits. Machines dream of salvation. The faithful wrestle with doubt, the doubtful wrestle with faith, and ordinary people carry the quiet weight of living through strange times. Part witness, part confession, part roadside sermon, these free verse spoken-word poems wander through forgotten towns, crowded headlines, broken promises, flickering screens, and the stubborn mysteries that refuse to leave us alone. Some are angry. Some are mournful. Some laugh in places they probably shouldn't. Together they form a carnival of small endings and unexpected beginnings-a collection of voices searching for meaning beneath neon skies, beneath static, beneath the noise. Step right up. The lights are already flickering. The ride has already begun.

A shard is what remains after something breaks. Not a ruin - a fragment. Irregular, autonomous, complete in itself. Each poem in this collection is a shard: born from a passing image, a sound, a silence - caught before it vanished. No architecture. No continuity. Only the moment of fracture, held still. Silver the Hedgehog moves through each one. He does not explain them. He inhabits them.

"I plaster a smile but soon it will shatter, as if all this shit going on didn't matter. The cuts dig deep and my skin will scream, I live in this nightmare that I wish was a dream." To the outside world, He's the smart kid-strong, reliable, and maybe a little immature. He plays the part perfectly, wearing a plastic smile designed to keep everyone at a safe distance. But behind the closed doors in a suffocating home, the mask slips. Trapped in a cage of toxic expectations, family trauma, and an overwhelming internal static, He is running out of reasons to keep breathing. When a quiet longing for the girl in his class forces him to question his own isolation, he has to decide what hurts more: keeping the disguise on, or letting someone see the scars underneath. A raw, unfiltered free-verse poetry and prose collection detailing the anatomy of depression, the exhaustion of hiding, and the messy, unglamorous fight to survive your own mind. ⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING: This collection contains raw and explicit depictions of severe depression, suicidal ideation, and self-harm. Please read with care and prioritize your mental well-being. 📢 DAILY UPDATES. New poem/chapter dropped every single day.

Bloom Through Briars is a collection of poetry born from surviving what was meant to break me. Within these pages are poems about childhood wounds, grief that lingers long after loss, the weight of depression, and the scars left behind by abuse. They are letters never sent, conversations with ghosts, and confessions written in the quiet hours when sleep won't come. But this is not only a story of pain. It is also a story of healing. Of learning to live with the things you cannot change. Of finding love when your heart has forgotten how to trust. Of discovering that even after the harshest winters, something beautiful can still grow. Like wildflowers pushing through thorns, these poems are proof that survival can become strength, and wounds can become art. For anyone who has ever felt lost, broken, grieving, or alone-these words are for you.

This book contains raw, unfiltered, and graphic material. These Psalms deal with real life battles- addiction, suicidal ideations, mental illness, self-harm, trauma, homelessness, loneliness, overdose, spiritual warfare, and demonic oppression. This is not a book of polite rhymes, sugarcoated verses or polished lines. This is blood, sweat, and tears It is written for those who are struggling and don't know where to turn. If that's you, know you are not alone There is hope. There is healing. There is Jesus 📞 Crisis Resources (U.S.) • Suicide & Crisis Lifeline: 988 • Substance Abuse Helpline (SAMHSA): 1‑800‑662‑4357 • National Domestic Violence Hotline: 1‑800‑799‑7233

A collection of self-written poems, expressing my thoughts and feelings. ☆☆☆ Started: 08/01/2023 Concluded: 02/07/2023 ☆☆☆ #1 bookish:14/03/2023 #1 sadpoems: 24/05/2023 500 reads: 12/03/2023 600 reads: 13/03/2023 700 reads: 17/03/2023 800 reads: 27/03/2023 900 reads: 02/04/2023 1K reads: 12/04/2023 1,2K reads: 16/04/2023 1,3K reads: 18/04/2023 1,4K reads: 24/04/2023 1,5K reads: 26/04/2023 1,6K reads: 6/05/2023 1,7K reads: 20/05/2023 3K reads: 18/06/2026

These are the catacombs wherein my deepest fantasies, darkest fears, and every carefully crafted facade have been entombed. Here my soul lies, stripped bare before you. Tread gently, tread fearlessly, and enter with your eyes forever open.

Midnight Poems is a collection of raw, haunting thoughts-written in the quiet hours when sleep won't come and the dark feels a little too honest. These aren't your typical love poems. They're messy, aching, and sometimes a bit twisted. If you've ever stayed up too late thinking about everything and nothing, this book is for you.

We all carry ghosts. Not the kind that haunt old houses - the ones hiding inside us. The dreams we buried, the trauma we dodge, the love we're scared to feel. Ghost is about the chase. The harder you run from the parts of yourself you fear, the faster they find you. This one's for anyone tired of running in the dark. Maybe it's time to turn around. Maybe it's time to accept the ghost.

This is for all those who know the feeling Of scars and bruises not healing And though your body is willing Your soul's still stuck bleeding.

An Interactive Journey in Hindi & English. A collection of mental notes from a shadow observer on patrol. Written in the gray areas of life, where drowning happens in deserts, shields act as cages, and the sharpest swords hide in the kindest sheaths.

A collection of epic, inspiring, romantic, thrilling, metaphysical, psychological, physiological, metaphorical and social poems.

a collection of short dramatic poems about loving too hard, feeling too much, and trying not to drown in your own mind. for the girls who go quiet and call it healing. for the hearts that mistake silence for goodbye. for anyone who has ever mourned someone who was still there.

An anthology of dark poems I created way back in 2018. At that time, I was quite addicted to rhyming poems inspired by the works of my friend, Mark.

Poems that tell my thoughts from April to December 2015

Mirror is a dark poetic journey through beauty, obsession, and the fragile bond between a woman and her own reflection. Set within a kingdom of crowns, admiration, and whispered expectations, this piece follows a queen who appears to possess everything she has ever desired. Yet behind the elegance lies a restless mind, haunted by questions no mirror can truly answer. As reflection and reality begin to intertwine, the poem explores vanity, identity, freedom, and the impossible pursuit of perfection. What begins as admiration slowly transforms into confrontation, forcing the queen to face the one person she cannot escape-herself.

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My second collection of self-written poems, expressing my thoughts and feelings. ☆☆☆ Started: 16/07/2023 Concluded: 13/12/2023 ☆☆☆ 100 reads: 22/07/2023