The Worst Poem Ever

Eyes open
Words spoken
Dying soul
Growing bold
Engage lust
Never trust
Deep in fear
Never revered
In mind
Broken time
Shattered glass
Feel the stain
Drinking blood
Being cut
Double end
Set a trend
Life's a party
Make it end
Lets all die
In a sky
On a earth
By a church
From our love
By our friends
Yes our friends
In the end
They all lie
You won't care when one dies.

Suicide,

Beats like the trumpet
Beyond the dome
As the lead rains
Right through the homes

Serpents tongue
Wiggled through the walls
A moist disaster
Sex dared right after

No thoughts of pain
No one to blame
The belt snaps my neck much faster

They drink and smile in laughter.

Reviews

[JustaManWithaPen]

We all recede into our dark places from time to time you did an excellent job portraying this here I'm not about an the fancy structure hoop blah writing is our outlet and our art never lose sight of that great job again!

[Matthew Wilson]

Aye. Could have been longer.

[Stefano Segnan]

I agree with Ian Faraway on the rhyming scheme you employed in the first stanza, I did stop as well in the middle of it as I thought I was reading it wrong. Aside from the first stanza, the others have some rhythm, apart from rhyme, which is really good. The overall imagery is vivid and its flow as well, and even if the poem evolves really fast it still impresses itself on the reader. In the end it is a pleasant poem to read and I enjoyed it. Good work!

[Cyndy Robinson]

I love dark poetry and think they should have a genre for it, like horror films, lol. I have read some pretty Insipid poetry, and this doesn't qualify. It is really a great poem in few words here or there, you have portrayed a crystal clear thought process and imagery. No mean task. So it doesn't follow a specific format, neither does prose! This is just somewhere in between the 2, it has rhythm and rhyme, just jumps around a bit in the rhythm it has. The wonderful thing about poetry in my opinion, is that it is solidly creative, and there aren't a lot of rules.

[Ian Faraway]

It's very rare for me to read a poem that follows no format. I did like the rhyming scheme that you had in the first stanza but then it stopped in the middle of the stanza and then picked up again. Threw me off a little bit. But I suppose it set me up for the other random rhymes in the poem. I liked this poem though. I've always been one for the darker poems and this one was no different. Keep on writing!

[TheMalady]

So dark... I must say this portrays pure despair, a perfect picture of darkness. This one is so deep!
How could this be the worst poem ever? I think I understand, it's all about the ugliness of this world. The best and yet the worst poem. Quite ironic. Though, I like it! Thanks for sharing this one.

Your words truly speak about darkness. I like how you played with the thoughts! Nice one!