Where are the dark poets?

[crotalis40741]

I write on my down swing days, most are short and dark but have meaning to me at the moment. Here are a couple of mine hopefully more of yours will be posted.


i have been called sinner and a saint a monster and now
mentally ill. i shun humanity and climb into my own abyss.
the darkness masks the pain. i am the mockery i am thier
shame.thier words and glare keeps my soul locked away.
is there release for a tormented mind is the shock of
thier infernal machine my savior. till then i stay cradled
in the abyss. blackness my blanket while the outside world
only whispers my name.


i once stood my ground upon the backbone of a man,
gradually i withered upon her spell, i became her
changeling, from a man to a pet. where once i sat
at her side, i now hunker and grovel for the scraps
of her affection.



A cold heart born of broken tokens, forever forged by cimmerian
lies and painful deceipt. Led its way to years never seaking solace
but retribution. Retribution only found in matron sorrow and loss
of thier holy grail. A sea of tattered souls paved the way to utter
loneliness and shame. Sheer darkness has fed off of lust and need.
Deception eclipsed by honest eyes as beautiful words dripped off
a velvet tongue always acidic and acrid in true form. Shame is
now the darkness, surrender to the long cold sleep is now
all that awaits.

 

[beautifullywild77]

I love it Bob!!!

 

[beautifullywild77]

Dark swirly roads lay before a lost soul,

Shadowy figures lurking behind every bend.



Why cant the heart relase the pain of those left behind?



The soul is never trusting,

Even when the halo shines.



How many have disappeared into the night?

Still others infest the air.



Coming out of the gate of nowhere,

Twisting lies, fooling the mind.



Decrypted creatures roam the ground,

Waiting and wanting.



Innocence locked safely away,

Blind to all evils.



Love fades in and out,

Never seeming true.



Is ther future better on the other side?

The Devil's play ground forever holds the key.



Tomorrow's lost to envy and shame,

The mist carries unspeakable truths



Why does the sun never warms the skin?



Shallow graves call from beyond,

Whispering with forked tongues.



Heaven desperately tring to break the crumbling wall,

Glass pictures crying tears of yesterdays.



Rivers run wildly blood red,

Never showing what lays beneath.



Mountains full of worries,

Know not whats on the horizon.



The whindy road is set in stone,

never releasing the knowledge left from before.

 

[starsevol]

Bob, WOW!!!
I mean it's sad you have down swings, but that such beauty and eloquence can come out of that is amazing!!
I think that is called working with what you have, and you have a gift....

 

[crotalis40741]

Thank you both, and that is great work Steph.

 

[dionythicus]

This isn't that dark, per se, but these are the lyrics I wrote for one of my husband's songs.

There is a ghost within this shell
Hidden beneath the wires
There is a heart inside a plastic wall
It knows not of its desires
Would flesh and blood be alive
If not for the stainless steel
Can a computer feign obsession
If the soul cannot feel
What is it to be human
Will we ever know
Is it what we see or internally
That drives this manmade show
What more exists under a metal frame
Than the essential parts
To this end I reveal to you
Confessions of a mechanical heart

 

[SnakeAround]

This isn't that dark, per se, but these are the lyrics I wrote for one of my husband's songs.

There is a ghost within this shell
Hidden beneath the wires
There is a heart inside a plastic wall
It knows not of its desires
Would flesh and blood be alive
If not for the stainless steel
Can a computer feign obsession
If the soul cannot feel
What is it to be human
Will we ever know
Is it what we see or internally
That drives this manmade show
What more exists under a metal frame
Than the essential parts
To this end I reveal to you
Confessions of a mechanical heart

Somehow I just love that very last line.... 'Confessions of a mechanical heart'

It does however make me think of Crank 2 (movie)

 

[Carinata]

Mary had a little lamb
Little lamb, little lamb
Mary had a little lamb
Who's fleece was white as snow......

 

[dionythicus]

Somehow I just love that very last line.... 'Confessions of a mechanical heart'

It does however make me think of Crank 2 (movie)

Actually it was inspired by Ghost in the Shell.

 

[crotalis40741]

Tears and smoke fill my sanctuary, four walls and misery keep the sanity out.
Tucked away in a prison made of the memories in my mind, wasted days and endless
nights of cloaked pain. All reality hidden in false hope and shallow dreams.
Grasping for the faint light only plunges a lost soul deeper into the abyss. Asylum
becomes safety for the shadows of the past disappear in the darkness.

 

[chris68]

David you can do better than that

It is not enough just to love you
I want to feel the pain for your love burn my heart
I want to fear your death for selfish reasons, to die first
and be the whisper in your ear, the breath on your neck when I'm gone
To kiss your tears when you cry at night, lament the hurt of my passing as sad dead souls do
scream silent bitterness at gods and devils in the void of of our separation
To ache in death waiting for your own, just to spend eternity wrapped in our reward
It will never be enough just to love you...

I scribbled that when my wife and I went thru some tough times :*)

 

[crotalis40741]

David you can do better than that

It is not enough just to love you
I want to feel the pain for your love burn my heart
I want to fear your death for selfish reasons, to die first
and be the whisper in your ear, the breath on your neck when I'm gone
To kiss your tears when you cry at night, lament the hurt of my passing as sad dead souls do
scream silent bitterness at gods and devils in the void of of our separation
To ache in death waiting for your own, just to spend eternity wrapped in our reward
It will never be enough just to love you...

I scribbled that when my wife and I went thru some tough times :*)

wow just wow man, very nice

 

[inluvwithmycorns]

Wow all of these are really great not the fact if your sad or not bit the words and the way you all can paint a real picture and feelings with the m I love writting poems a way to put feelings into paper so others can experience and feel what it is is beautifulto me

 

[crotalis40741]

So many demons scampering around in the recesses of the mind.
Dredging up pain and sorrows long buried in shallow folds.
Fear and anguish fuel their searches and feed self loathing
and disdain. Time and tears are no cure for scars that run as
deep as the depths of a dark soul. Can patience and a tempered
heart crack the shell of the hardest darkness?

 

[Nanci]

David you can do better than that

It is not enough just to love you
I want to feel the pain for your love burn my heart
I want to fear your death for selfish reasons, to die first
and be the whisper in your ear, the breath on your neck when I'm gone
To kiss your tears when you cry at night, lament the hurt of my passing as sad dead souls do
scream silent bitterness at gods and devils in the void of of our separation
To ache in death waiting for your own, just to spend eternity wrapped in our reward
It will never be enough just to love you...

I scribbled that when my wife and I went thru some tough times :*)

That might be one of the most beautiful things I've ever read...

 

[Karoni]

I don't know about a dark poet, but would a heartbroken poet qualify? I wrote this one a long time ago:

You were such a gift to me
I untied your satin bow
Parted the tissue paper
And looked into your soul

You were so beautiful
I marveled at your presence in my life
Admired your many facets
Savored your richness

Your absence is a hollow thing
Resonant with grief
Leaving empty corners
And unlit corridors
In a heart that was once filled with you

Yet I will always celebrate
The gift of knowing you
The tapestry of our joining
And the wonder of our love

 

[crotalis40741]

I don't know about a dark poet, but would a heartbroken poet qualify? I wrote this one a long time ago:

You were such a gift to me
I untied your satin bow
Parted the tissue paper
And looked into your soul

You were so beautiful
I marveled at your presence in my life
Admired your many facets
Savored your richness

Your absence is a hollow thing
Resonant with grief
Leaving empty corners
And unlit corridors
In a heart that was once filled with you

Yet I will always celebrate
The gift of knowing you
The tapestry of our joining
And the wonder of our love

Wow it is great.

 

[beautifullywild77]

Here is a poem I wrote for my son who has bipolar

Kyle

Painfully watching the toe headed boy with the sad eyes.

His tiny tears of confusion fall tenderly down his rosy cheeks.

Trying so hard to win the war stirring in his mind.

An anger so deep and real it terrifies the soul.

Dulls the heart while it shows its ugly face.

Long nights filled with images not understood.

Too drawn to wake up in the mornings light.

Desperately seeking a way to release his river of fears, to crumble his walls of worries and calm his wind of sorrow.

Wishing with all my heart to give him the love, hope, faith and strength to fight this seemingly endless battle.

 

[beautifullywild77]

Here is one that I wrote for my uncle who deployed to Iraq when it first started

Red, White and Blue

Sunrise comes over foreign land,

Bringing light to the unknown.

Brave faces stand together,

Not knowing what the day brings.

Time is slow and lonely,

Hearts long for loves ones so far away.

Planes fly overhead,

Spying on what is now the enemy.

War is in the air,

Minds' wondering if today is the day.

Souls ache for answers,

Knowing what needs to be done.

Courage is within the heart and soul of every soldier: just remember you all are in ours.

 

[Lyion]

I have 2 to share! The first was whenever I was nine and I learned about the enevitable fall of large empires, about how large towers fell over the easiest and the worst... God, I'm shocked I can read my awful handwriting XD I'll try to find some more recent works of mine as well.



1. It leaves a wicked trail, for despite some thinking that it may be a guardian, I know better than that. The demon is one of a wretched kind, one who is unseen until it is far too late.

For each man who came closer to the light of power and success, thier shadow got larger, eventually engulfing them. For the closer one gets to the light the greater their shadow becomes.

Peshaps better it would be, to live amongst the shadows, to never touch the light and remain in a comfortable state, but alas, being mankind we feel blind in the darkness, the darkness that we are all eventually destined to.

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Another from when I was nine, right after my grandfather figure died.......


In the end, he was ready.

Ready to grasp the hands of his ansestors,
Ready to say his last goodbyes,
Ready to find himself able to see when he had always been blind like the rest of us,
Ready to feel his now cold fingertips be warmed by the rays of the sun.

And when the time comes, I too will be ready, waiting for him to grasp my hands, let me say my goodbyes, to open my eyes and warm my cold body. I will be ready.