Dark Poetry

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   couturepopcafeposted 13 years ago

   In another forum, MrMidNight asked the question "Do you think you are a dark poet?"  Several comments came in but there were no examples of the writings of the 'dark' posters' works. 
   
   Please post here perhaps between 2 -10 lines of some of your 'dark' work or comment on what constitutes 'dark' poetry.
   
   censored by e.lee caleca
   
   ripped from the quiet pool
   knife to my brain
   the courts' authority exposing the flood of my cradle
   the middle seat, narrow and pragmatic, is unable to win me favor
   
   and so before i taste the breath of the wind
   i am flushed away with antiseptic nonchalance
   my name drizzling down the drain in some surgeon's footpath.

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   prettydarkhorseposted 13 years ago

   The Cimmerian shade sets in
   Then the dark, lonely agonizing night
   And the agony of a crying tormented soul
   The distant crying of a wounded heart
   
   Feeling the dark vast abyss of voidness
   Of a love that is a prisoner of herself
   Intertwined in the darkness of dreams
   Until the night he held me in his arms!
   
   dark poetry with tinge of love

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      yazoogal43posted 13 years agoin reply to this

      Dark, oh yes that undefinable bauble. the idyosycracy of  poe unbridled and other hopefuls, dark as related to what? the neutality of words. the persona of the fearful? one more word to define that which is not known to begin with. dark is unknown so cannot legibly be written about.

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   Jaggedfrostposted 13 years ago

   If I speak not of darkness,
   not even a refrain
   the blood flowing from pen tip
   answering for pain
   it dwells in my cave under my name
   a place to hide from you
   wallowing in shame of feelings
   unfit for my self
   as my fingers itch
   for the knife on the shelf.

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   SylvieReisdonposted 13 years ago

   like a monster
   creeping inside me
   I must keep you at bay
   if only for my sanity
   why is it you keep lurking inside my head
   ready to engulf all my thoughts
   ready to make me do the unthinkable
   I wish you would just disappear
   but there you linger
   somewhere I do not know
   
   This is only part of the actual work.

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   Jaggedfrostposted 13 years ago

   ahorseback 24 hours ago:
   
   Are dark poets always as
   unsettled as I.
   Once I had the chance
   and lost it.
   and now.....now.
   The darkness of the night
   skies give way to stars.
   And the wolf moon dances for
   pennies at the circus......
   Yes....Yes I am dark
   and getting darker still.
   Are you too afraid
   to look me in
   the eyes?

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   couturepopcafeposted 13 years ago

   sidereal hour
   
   the mystery of death is revealed
   the magic deception is life's slight of hand
   angel wings flutter upon my breath, soundless wards of my rage
   death is not a painful thing, deep jewel of night
   drown me in thy quay
   for i have fallen to sweet relief...
   
   listen...to the air...lucious sound of emptiness...

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   Jaggedfrostposted 13 years ago

   Tis Dark to deal
   with  the light of minds
   flighty or ungrounded optimism
   causes to rub
   two brain cells together
   forcing humanity to admit
   that not all is gayety's
   and light inspiration
   but serious contemplation
   of the consequences
   of human vagrancy.
   
   You could also just cheat and mention gratuitous amounts of blood, gore, despair, and death but where is the fun in that?

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      couturepopcafeposted 13 years agoin reply to this

      ...human vagrancy.       hmmm.

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   Fluffymetalposted 13 years ago

   I wake to a nightmare
   
   In the daylight of my life

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   Jaggedfrostposted 13 years ago

   lol why thank you Esspweb

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    zampanoposted 13 years ago

    Why is it so dark ?
    Why do I feel so cold ?
    I remember a warm spark of a fire glittering gold
    me and my love, total abandon in our couch mould
    crossing the night to a new sunrise arc
    carrying hopes, laughter, pages of life to unfold...
    Alas, the journey went astray.
    Begone night and day, somber shadows come to lay
    like a hunter net upon a prey...
    Now silence and stillness freeze in acceptation
    of an eternity not of memories but oblivion
    Aaaaahhhh !

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    know oneposted 13 years ago

    When I recently joined and began posting hubs the first posting challenges were 1) Title (I generally don't) and 2) Category - where was the one for Dark?! I've never thought to categorise them before - they just are what they are. Anyway, I would consider the following poem "dark" - but then, it's just whatever it is to the reader, depending on where they shine their own light.
    
    They were never far apart: her
    mirrored self, hate, and heart.
    She got up close – just close
    enough – to see the flaws to
    pull apart. No more could she
    step away and blur the line
    between what she loathed and
    what was fine than she could
    say no to the Devil’s lair, it
    held the strongest sway over
    her despair. Her heart was
    broke, it cared nothing for
    life beyond the bathroom door,
    and so she bled from the open
    wounds of a razor tongue and
    reflected moon. She would say
    goodnight to loneliness, bid
    empty farewell to what could
    never be missed - except that’s
    a lie the mirror told, it fed the
    hate and made her bold, but it
    never planned for the hollow
    when her image was lost to
    the black angel’s yen.

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    Circle Kposted 13 years ago

    Just check out " Bloody Mary " on my page...Dark stuff is what i do best.Even though " Bloody Mary " i think is one of my ok ones. \m/
    Darkness can come from anywhere, even in the brightest light.
    Without one you can't have the other.

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    manlypoetrymanposted 13 years ago

    My stab at a little dark poetry...
    
    Mid-section to "Nightmare of Abstracting Thought"; by manlypoetryman:
    
    "And yet again...my Nightmare found me...though I tried hard to avoid...
    
    Yet...now confronted by its' very presence...I must view that which I've least enjoyed.
    
    I knew I must be again dreaming...but it was hard to feel...
    
    Looking around...the Nightmare was...Oh, so real.
    
    Everything here was set in place...to the most mi'nute detail...
    
    I stood to fight...but all I did was fail.
    
    I paid a heavy price...My Nightmare had come true...
    
    There was nothing I could change for now...Nothing...I could say or do.
    
    Welcome...to my own worst Nightmare...Sorry...you had to come along...
    
    I'd tell you that it will all work out...but then...I might be wrong !
    
    I was going along...At ease...and in quiet rest...
    
    Now...managing Life's curveballs...struggling...at best.
    
    I will give the moment...its' expected diligence...though I don't know how I'll get through...
    
    Until I awaken from this Nightmare and come back once more...I'm alone....there is nothing anyone can do !
    
    For it was a Nightmare of Abstracting thought...which truly drove me to be insane !
    
    The screams I had were internal...the thoughts...though quiet...caused me great pain."

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    mylife=adventureposted 13 years ago

    The reasons obvious to still open eyes
    
    As the world painted its open skies
    
    He would sit under and protrude his skin
    
    Think this is the only way to win
    
    Many others could claim his twin
    
    Thoughts progress towards what is spent
    
    His liquid angel had already been sent
    
    Than a drive to see what he can find
    
    Could be small could be white
    
    Could make him fall or lose his sight
    
    didn’t matter if it took away his mind
    
    Almost the point to the scandal
    
    To finally go off to lose his handle
    
    If you could live in that bag
    
    Would you see all that drag
    
    He had nothing to his name
    
    Only holdin out for the fame
    
    Always endin in unnerving shame
    
    That point to life is havin fun
    
    As the one and forgotten son
    
    Made his list of goals on a board
    
    Only had one to add than no more
    
    Sadly it was only for the next score
    
    Thoughts could burn you to the core
    
    Take it from everything you could want
    
    Dreams to others don’t mean squat
    
    Streams together are hardly fought
    
    So hed run and cower
    
    Let it fill with its gutless power
    
    Itll all be gone by the hour
    
    Wish he had time to look back and ask
    
    For maybe one more pack
    
    Too late its gone never more
    
    Sit and cry on all your fours
    
    Is this fair for him to blame
    
    The reasons he never came
    
    On all this mixture he has got in his brain
    
    All it built up in his snot
    
    Hed say yes but prolly not
    
    Just like that hell die alone
    
    The brightest star ever shown
    
    Everyone will cry and moan
    
    Although some will know
    
    All about his late night show
    
    And understand maybe better for him to go

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    Ben Evansposted 13 years ago

    A silent vengeance
    sits lifeless and vast.
    On the face is a look
    that is aghast.
    
    Fear is an inner merchant
    of torment and pain.
    Death is an ending
    so we're no longer insane.
    
    The snake is pure black
    as he slithers between the breast.
    An ashen skin makes contrast as
    the eyes show rest.

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    Jaggedfrostposted 13 years ago

    You liked that did you Couture?

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    Arthur Fontesposted 13 years ago

    The Undesirable
    
    The Public:
    
    Everywhere is bustle all around the town.
    
    Everyone is rushing all who wear a frown.
    
    Time is so important, it never stands still.
    
    Yet time doesn't exist to those who do not live.
    
    They sit in their squalor, do not dare a peek.
    
    Names are nothing, to all just a freak.
    
    Addictions are rampant life is shorter still.
    
    Voices in the head at night, stop them with a pill.
    
    Do not claim pity.
    
    Do not claim fear.
    
    For the Undesirable exists on a lower level tier.
    
    Hide them in the shadows.
    
    Put them in a box.
    
    If they loiter outside then we
    
    must change the locks.
    
    
    
    
    The Private:
    
    Loneliness and loss of pride turns a soul to darkness wide.
    
    Loss of will and grief in life turns the inner soul outside at night.
    
    Lie your head upon the stone, waking up to the cities moan.
    
    Hunger pangs and thirst to quench, discarded scraps of indulgence.
    
    The monkey needs to be fed as well, on the soul is where he dwells.
    
    Loss of pride and confidence, destroys the sense of arrogance.
    
    When it's time to leave the world the undesirable pleads for pearls.

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    The Demon Writerposted 13 years ago

    Emptiness spills from dark corners
    Nothingness oozes from vacant space
    Numbness kills all emotion
    Light seeping away
    Replaced by infinity
    Easing onward into complacency
    Faceless
    Nameless
    Luke-warm hearts
    Life begins and ends in the middle
    Fade out fade in
    Fade away
    No light shines bright at the end of the tunnel
    Never ending black whole
    Swallowing all
    Regurgitating it's undying yet already dead insides
    Onto and into the surrounding nothing
    Of our big little world
    
    Dark poetry is whatever you want it to be.

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    Ben Evansposted 13 years ago

    I take of the breather
    to take a smoke.
    I stare at the clock.
    The wall looks sterile.
    
    I cry but am not really sorry.
    My fingers once strong
    wrap the bone.
    
    I look and see the sun
    graying by smog.
    It is paralyzed like me from cancer
    It is silently accepting.
    
    I lift my mask once again
    to give my brain a treat.
    Smoke fills the air
    and the building burns.
    
    The news title read.  Cigarette causes a fire.  Cause of death unknown.

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