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25 Dark Poems for When You Want to Explore the Shadows

Though poetry can be full of light and laughter, it can also capture sorrow, pain, and the fragility of life. In the best cases, these dark poems give us catharsis. They verbalize the shattered mirror through which we occasionally catch glimpses of our world.

I can’t help but love poetry like this, and these dark months of winter have inspired me to share a few of my favorites. Below is a collection of full poems, excerpts, and poetry readings that walk in shadow. They contain darkness in all of its forms: grief, death, anxiety, rage, despair, loneliness, jealousy, doubt, heartbreak, and betrayal.

Though you probably shouldn’t read dark poems every day, sometimes they are exactly what you need.

Pablo Neruda, “Nothing But Death”

Excerpt:

There are cemeteries that are lonely,

graves full of bones that do not make a sound,
the heart moving through a tunnel,
in it darkness, darkness, darkness,
like a shipwreck we die going into ourselves,
as though we were drowning inside our hearts,
as though we lived falling out of the skin into the soul.

Karinna Alves Gulias, “Forgetfulness”

Excerpt:

Time could carry our weight

if only we could paint dice
to wait on the windowsill
Wait for a guest
Wait for a moment of your pride
or patience
And let it be
Dusty or kept

Dunya Mikhail, “Bag of Bones”

Reginald Dwayne Betts, “For the City That Nearly Broke Me”

Louise Glück, “The Myth of Innocence”

But ignorance cannot will knowledge. Ignorance wills something imagined which it believes exists.

Sara Teasdale, “If Death is Kind”

Excerpt:

Perhaps if Death is kind, and there can be returning,
We will come back to earth some fragrant night,
And take these lanes to find the sea, and bending
Breathe the same honeysuckle, low and white.

Babeba Baderoon, “Old Photographs”

Excerpt:

On my desk is a photograph of you
taken by the woman who loved you then.

In some photos her shadow falls
in the foreground. In this one,
her body is not that far from yours.

Did you hold your head that way
because she loved it?

Sarya Abra, “Test”

Leobogang Mashile, “Love is Elastic”

Vijay Seshadri, “Enlightenment”

Rumi, “A Great Wagon”

Khalil Gibran, “Joy and Sorrow Chapter VIII”

Henrik Nordbrandt, “At the Gate”

Vanessa Angélica Villarreal, “Corpse Flower”

Frank Bidart, “Queer”

Thylias Moss, “Spilled Sugar”

Excerpt:

I cannot forget the sugar on the table.
The hand that spilled it was not that of
my usual father, three layers of clothes
for a wind he felt from hallway to kitchen,
the brightest room though the lightbulbs
were greasy.

Wislawa Szymborska, “Lot’s Wife”

Excerpt:

They say I looked back out of curiosity.
But I could have had other reasons.
I looked back mourning my silver bowl.
Carelessly, while tying my sandal strap.
So I wouldn’t have to keep staring at the righteous nape
of my husband Lot’s neck.
From the sudden conviction that if I dropped dead
he wouldn’t so much as hesitate.
From the disobedience of the meek.
Checking for pursuers.
Struck by the silence, hoping God had changed his mind…

Kahlil Gibran, “On Pain”

Danez Smith, “The Bullet Was a Girl”

Naomi Shihab Nye, “All the Names We Will Not Know”

Excerpt:

Before dawn, trembling in air down to the old river,
circulating gently as a new season
delicate still in its softness, rustling raiment
of hopes never stitched tightly enough to any hour.
I was almost, maybe, just about, going to do that.

Marilyn Krysl, “Song of Some Ruins”

Excerpt:

We loved
like we fought, slugging our way toward each other,
sending up flares to announce our advance. And when our city

burned, we stood in the ashes, and admired each other’s
bodies. Now I ask you: how will we manage

without the steadiness of our long unhappiness?

Anne Sexton, “The Truth the Dead Know”

TJ Jarrett, “Of Late, I Have Been Thinking about Despair”

Emily Fragos, “The Sadness of Clothes”

Li-Young Lee, “A Hymn to Childhood”

Excerpt:

Childhood? Which childhood?
The one that didn’t last?
The one in which you learned to be afraid
of the boarded-up well in the backyard
and the ladder to the attic?

If these dark poems have whet your appetite for the brooding side of life, you can also read these poems about death or some of these dark books.