#grim poems on Hello Poetry

ARI Jan 2016

With sweet lips spewing lies
Of life's grand perfections;
Fictitious light placed inside
My 'ever vacant wandering eyes.

Id nod my head; shake their hand
While pretending I was joyous;
Laugh about and dance around
While we listened to the band.

With a wide smile upon my face
The photographer snapped a shot;
Eternalizing "lovely" depression, of which
Seeped into my soul and stole my grace.

I'm drowning in the screaming words
Of all the truths I've never shared;
They’ve become my grim lullabies
Forever sung by my inner songbirds.

-ARI

#lies #depression #life #pain #dark #music #stories #joy #grim #songbird

Jordan Fischer May 2015

The Grim.

It haunt's me every night
That Immature primal urge
Ruined my night and for some time, My sight
Unbeknown to all
This broke down my sanity wall.

Now different as a whole , a poorly lit soul
innocence will quickly drain
Prior excitement seems mundane
You stole the light from my world
I am a monster, I am him
And now, You'll fear the grim

#urge #light #innocence #grim #stole #drain #primal

Ethan Moon Dec 2015

| G R I M | K E E P E R |

.
Black is the colour
Where other colours go
Swimming in
.
I am absorption,
Thick graphite drawings.
Tar, pitch, embellished
.
Bruised colours like flowers;
Hidden powers in these cowards.
Mortals are more fun than gods–I touch
.
Music, sinews, my flesh, fie,
These lights bruise my eye–it’s cold
I smell. Sigh. Rain and earth, fresh,
Solid. Home
.
Black is a colour
I swim. Sleep. Such
Is this: I am not Hamlet’s Ghost
.

13/12/2015

#flowers #ghost #black #blame #keeper #grim #bruised

Jack Ghaven Nov 2015

Past Lessons In Romantics

Sometimes I go a little crazy
My thoughts get a little hazy
I lose track of reality
Get caught in my own brutality

Sunglasses hide bloodshot eyes
Hood up hiding host of lies
A soul stuck in the shadows
A heart hanging in the gallows

I'm just another flare for the dramatic
A poor excuse for lessons in romantics
Because looking back at my past
All I've learned is love doesn't last

#love #heartbreak #grim

b mafika Nov 2015

the moon and me are not friends

The moon and me
are not friends.
How can we be if we never speak?
If right now
is the first time, after nineteen evenly spaced years,
that we have taken in each other.

But it seems as though in this (maybe very crucial) moment
we've found each other
- caught eyes across this heavy distance.
Maybe I am sensational and
we look closer to each other than we actually are - it can be a deceptive space.
But I understand the moon: alone
almost always present but rarely noticed; continuously
cutting its shape, so then maybe someone can say:
hey moon, you look nice today.
If I am not sensational then I know you are funny,
moon, but your timing is always wrong
- no one laughs because your jokes come at the day-time's funeral.

Or that is just how I see you.
Good day, moon, sleep tight when the sun comes up.

A year of loneliness, and distance, and idled youth

#moon #dark #friendship #introspection #personification #grim #sombre

Daisy Arcos Oct 2015

One With Many Names

O, Lord Death
Whose skeletal wings unfurl towards the void
Protecting the balance of existence
The universal dichotomy

O, Wise Reaper
Who does not discriminate nor distinguish
And with unwavering certainty
Decides the fate of all

O, Dark Master
Whose hallowed name is the purest form of music
And surely the most haunting
Resonating in my dreams

O, Fallen King
Whose touch unbinds me from man's ignorance
If only they could understand
Your gift is that of freedom

O, Soul Shepherd
Your paradise was not lost but merely misplaced
Yet fear not, wayfaring lord
For I have discovered its truth

#prayer #death #dark #lucifer #reaper #satan #grim #grimreaper

Jackie Aug 2015

The Reaper

The Grim Reaper reaches deeper,
Over-eager to catch a keeper,
Create another ever-sleeper,
At the expense of ever-weepers.

Playing heart-string harps, his hand extends,
Lost in searching, he transcends
O'er prayers and pleas. He descends:
The catalyst of anguished ends.

A terminator of life's coda,
Enternally, he fills his quota.

#dying #sadness #death #loss #grief #reaper #grim #anguish

Samuel Alexander Jul 2015

THE REAPER

Because you kicked and you screamed,
And you cried and you pleaded,
To meet the Reaper.

Yes you cut and you stabbed,
Swallowed pills until you gagged,
Just to try to meet the Reaper.

You even hung from a rope,
But then it broke, what a joke,
You just want to meet the Reaper.

Closed your eyes, fell three floors,
Broke your feet and nothing more,
You're dying to meet the Reaper.

You shot yourself in the head,
Yet you're still not ******* dead!
Why can't you meet the Reaper.

How you long for an end,
Suicide, your favourite trend,
Life decided you're a keeper.

Now you're grey, what can I say,
Death could come any day,
But you don't want to meet the Reaper.

Lived a life, plagued by strife,
Now you sleep with a knife,
Just in case you meet the Reaper.

#depressing #suicide #self #harm #death #suicidal #reaper #emo #grim #depressive

RD Specter Jul 2015

Low Stack Spectrum

Rushing to find green.
Crawling to escape red.
Facing my fears and ignoring yellow.
Head held high towards the blue.
Sneaking around packages of brown.
Avoiding the violet violence.
Until an unfortunate glare into my whites.
Flash sparks of orange.
Then let me fall and fade to black.
No silver lining.
Only golden gates.
Welcome me home into the clear.

For all those fighting and grinding.

#struggles #work #money #bills #grim #workhard

Thomas EG Jul 2015

Imaginary Illusions

Stars amaze us...
There must be life somewhere else.
Possibly more than imaginable,
Yet possibly all illusive.
Big dipper, little dipper...
We're aging, still.
I wonder about you.
I apologise profusely.
I admit things that I shouldn't,
But not what I should.
Not yet, at least.
Tomorrow is exciting,
But yet to come.
Today is nice,
But wasting away.
I spend my life worrying.
Just calm down.
If anxiety were a super-power,
I'd be heroic by now.
I'd be Hurrisome Worrisome,
Except slow.
Don't test me,
For I may not pass.
I can not study for this.
Should we just leave it then?
You were closing the door,
Until I jammed my foot in it.
Let the sirens ring...
I'm not going anywhere.
Moths are drawn to the light,
But burnt on their arrival,
Like grim fireflies,
In the garden's glow...
Glass shatters.
My static scars shine through.
My starry stay continues.
Your eyes wander to the sky,
But mine remain locked on you.
*So where's the moon?

09/07/2015 :-)

#life #eyes #moon #anxiety #stars #sky #scars #slow #calm #grim