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Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: dark, lost love,

It Matters Not

It Matters Not It hovers here, a moon opaque, obscuring mountain trails I take. No other living things appear. A moon opaqueIt hovers here. I follow on along a ledge; below a swirling river’s edge. In front of me, the canyon’s yawn. Along a ledge, I follow on. I see no hue when fog congeals. Oh, doom of one who no more feels! The moon has fled, as so have you. When fog congeals, I see no hue. Now all is dim; it matters not. My dear one’s heart I have not got. No use in living without him. It matters notNow all is dim. At peace I’ll be if I should fall to murky water from this wall. Oh, yawning canyon, swallow me. If I should fall, at peace I’ll be. Swap Quatrain Form with iambic tetrameter. In this form, created by Lorraine MKanter, each stanza in the poem must be a quatrain (four lines) where the first line is reversed in the fourth line. Rhyming pattern: aabb, ccdd and so on


Poem Details | by Poet Destroyer A |
Categories: abuse, anger, betrayal, conflict, dark, sad, sick,

Bleeding Love

Introducing: Jan Allison & Poet Destroyer

Pierced by shards of shattered glass 
Deeper and deeper you stab me 
With lies and venomous words 
Dissecting my heart piece by piece 
Crushed like the petals of a withered rose 
I’m dying … 
Scarlet blood seeps into my very soul 
    Drip 
       Drip 
          Drip 
Into pieces and a bloody mess 
I sacrificed secrets; 
Secrets you tore and tore, 
Gracing a fake friendship, 
Trust tossed like a sweaty towel 
Now karma a poisonous snake 
You plea.
To be on death row, decomposing 
Dripping into the night -- Silently 
fading and fading 
Stung by my viper lips, 
     smiling 
        grinning 
           laughing 
Until you are no more


~A Poet Destroyer Collaboration~


Poem Details | by Teppo Gren |
Categories: dark, deep, depression, lonely, sad love, suicide,

NO ESCAPE - LYRICS

The freedom of life’s end without escape,
no place to elude the pain of despair.
So close was the notion of a black cape,
darkness to cover existence unfair.
The pain of love far more than life itself,
to bear in hapless sorrow of regret.
Lost in the false sense of my darkest self
tainted minds morbid reflections beset.
Dejected self with mindless thoughts adrift;
no lease of life to feel the next morrow.
I was chosen to live by natures gift
and find freedom from the fear of sorrow.
Restrained by realities painful wrath,
a search begins to find life’s righteous path.


T.J Grén
8th October 2018

Link to song: https://soundcloud.com/user-194023024/no-escape


Poem Details | by Lyric Man |
Categories: dark, deep, depression, dream, longing, love, magic,

MIDNIGHT HOUR

Into my dreary days
Rode hope on scented lines
In this pool of darkest deep
So bleak.only love could find
A world of suffocating stench
Pulls me closer to the abyss
I close my eyes in surrender
Instead of death I feel a kiss 

A simple note scribbled out
Words that touched my soul
Is it enough to quench doubt 
How will the story now unfold
Does she see behind the muse
Is there a way in this black night 
A narrow path.could I escape
Is this girl my guiding light

Cause when she says my name
It’s as if.. she is here
All these ominous storm clouds
She breathes out they disappear
Oh, there’s magic in her words
In her whisper there’s great power
Girl.reach out and take my hand
Pull me from this midnight hour

If her sweet letter is a dream
Then I pray to never awake
If she’s not heaven’s angel
I’m falling hard for a mistake
I’m taken in by all her prose
God, I so want to believe
Release me from these chains
If this is the moment.I receive 

Cause when she says my name
It’s as if.. she is here
All these ominous storm clouds
She breathes out they disappear
Oh, there’s magic in her words
In her whisper there’s great power
Girl.reach out and take my hand
Pull me from this midnight hour

I believe.Is that her touch
What a rush.I receive

Cause when she says my name
It’s as if.. she is here
All these ominous storm clouds
She breathes out they disappear
Oh, there’s magic in her words
In her whisper there’s great power
Girl.reach out and take my hand
Pull me from this midnight hour

~Lyric Man

Note: Sometimes a perfectly timed note, even in an email, can bring you salvation.


Poem Details | by JAN ALLISON |
Categories: dark, slam,

BLEEDING LOVE - COLLABORATION WITH POET DESTROYER A

Pierced by shards of shattered glass Deeper and deeper you stab me With lies and venomous words Dissecting my heart piece by piece Crushed like the petals of a withered rose I’m dying … Scarlet blood seeps into my very soul Drip Drip Drip Into pieces and a bloody mess I scarified secrets; Secrets you tore and tore, Gracing a fake friendship, Trust tossed like a sweaty towel Now karma a poisonous snake You plea. To be on death row, decomposing Dripping into the night -- Silently fading and fading Stung by my viper lips, smiling grinning laughing Until you are no more A Poet Destroyer Collaboration Collaboration Celebration Contest 7th August 2015


Poem Details | by Kelly Deschler |
Categories: angel, dark, fantasy, love, romantic,

Forbidden Love

Is it possible that an angel and a demon could fall in love?
And, remain soul mates for all eternity?
Yes, and I will tell you how it happened.

Maybe, it was a miracle that they met
or maybe it was just meant to be.
That an angel fell out of heaven and a demon escaped from hell
on the very same day.
They saw no one, but each other.
Yet, neither had ever seen such a creature.

The angel was beautiful and kind.
This angel had fallen from heaven
a place of light and life, and of hope and peace.

The demon was imperfect and shy.
This demon had escaped from hell
a place of darkness and death, and of despair and pain.

When they met, their eyes met.
And without a spoken word.
The angel saw only tenderness and hurt in this lost demon.
The demon saw only compassion and love in this lost angel.

It did not matter to them if one had wings, and the other had horns.
Yet, they saw themselves within each other.
Even though they were from two different worlds.
They embraced each other.
Though, they knew their love was forbidden by others like themselves.
So, they decided to remain here on earth.
Where their bond could not be broken.

The heart of the angel was no longer filled with loneliness and longing.
The heart of the demon was no longer filled with torment and sorrow.
Love is what they both were searching for.
And it was found on that very same day.
A forbidden love, everlasting for all eternity.




Poem Details | by Maria Williams |
Categories: dark, desire, love, lust,

Decadent Proposal

She senses before she sees The manicured nails - the elegant fingers Holding out the hundred dollar bills - enticingly - so temptingly A generous nights takings of busking here In one proffered hand She grabs at it petrified it might be an illusion Evaporating in a puff of smoke Fingers hold it back, teasingly Compelling eye contact She looks up sceptically Dark eyes meet her aqua blues, sparking a sort of affinity ‘Eyes are the window of one’s soul’- so it is said in all sincerity But the magnetic dark eyes of her enticer are fathomless in their intensity His type she has encountered before - money for favours Well she is no novice - a living after all - a girl has to make And his generous offer rivals his devilish good looks But she senses a darkness favouring the energy emanating A cold shiver runs through her veins like someone just walked on her grave Fear ripples down her spine akin to a stroking finger chilled in ice The spell he casts foreboding The calmness of the night has taken flight In its haste to set the macabre scene Mesmerising are the eyes that bore into hers Projected thoughts furtively slip into her mind Infiltrating it like a slithery snake Bringing with it forbidden thoughts of desire She falls into the inky black abyss Succumbing to heady dark passionate conceptualization However the chilling message is coherent This is not a mere opportunistic one night stand That he desires This is more - so much more This is taboo concupiscence unleashed This is her life in exchange for what? Her life for immortality? Surely not! Yet his eyes eloquently convey it all The hunger so unconcealed - so transparently flagrant To yield to darkness Satisfying his appetite for Death of a different nature? Obliteration of life as she knows it to be Tenebrous Immortality in exchange for her blood A prelude to his finale of taking her soul And then a metamorphosis From Prey to Predator
Video clip - Like a Vampire- Catrien Maxwell


Poem Details | by Robert Lindley |
Categories: beauty, dedication, emotions, life, lost love, passion, youth,

Of Treasures Sought, Diving For Forbidden Dark Pearls

Of Treasures Sought, Diving For Forbidden Dark Pearls

I shall weave you, dear reader, words true and sincere
tho' will not be as great as those woven by poetic peers
It's truth from a life long-lived, too fast and much too wild
in the mad rush of anger, from a heartbroken child
With forlorn hope, crushed soul, and in deep, dark despair
too oft in raging heat, without purpose or will to care!
Wild young fool, hellbent on fighting this evil world
Treasures sought while diving deep, for the shiniest pearl!

Of lost loves, shattered hearts, I've had and suffered many
Yet of sweetest blessings, I have been rewarded plenty
In stark realization, this world has cut me to the bone
Immaturity, a tool used by this fool to self dethrone
And while in total chaos, I started fires I could not quell
for haunting nightmares sent my broken heart into hell!
With agony from lapping flames and deepest regrets
came punishments deserved from what rashness begets!

Her name was BeautyShe lit the stars in heavenly skies
Alluringly ravishing, soft blue, the color of her eyes
She wore a blue mini-skirt that prompted hot desires
so fierce that mere water could not quench passion's fires
In a flash my heart forbade me,  words with which to speak
my knees, hard-knocking;  my heart faint and then grew  weak!
With that confessed, dear reader, my soul was enraptured
by this graceful lady, my heart had thus been captured!

Sad that I should have to convey this sorrowful news
Too soon she was lost to me and I crashed in shades of  blues
Such rashness of youth takes a horrific toll of gifts
and within a single heartbeat my life incurred sad shifts
Had my weakness not reared its impatient, ugly head
I would not have fallen, and love would have won instead
Yet, temptation from its darkness of abodes rose up
offering the cup of a far sweeter wine that I would sup!

And in this wicked world, I heard  its sworn applause
with swiftness of truth, destroyed was love's great cause
A man thus lost, thus fallen, recalls only his painful aches
and mourning sorrowed cries, "Pity me, for heaven's sake."
Yet, justice turns its blind eye and stirs his aches even more
searing flames blaze, as they relentlessly shut the door!
From such woe-begotten lessons a youth should surely learn
If you lick a raging fire, your tongue will feel the burn!

I weaved for you, dear reader, words true and sincere
tho' will not be as great as those woven by poetic peers
It's truth from a life long-lived too fast and much too wild
in the mad rush of anger, from a heartbroken child
With forlorn hope, crushed soul, and in deep, dark despair
too oft in raging heat, without purpose or will to care!
Wild young fool, lessons taught when lightning bolts hurled
sought useless treasure when the flag of lust was unfurled!


Robert JLindley, 12-07-2018
Rhyme, ( 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12, stanza's) 
( Regrets And Youthful Follies, Life Lessons Learned )

(Wild young fool, taught hard-lessons in this evil world
 of treasures sought diving for forbidden dark pearl!)

Note: It was with sincere appreciation of her great poetic talent that I 
wrote this poem after reading a truly wonderful poem she had composed.
My dear friend, Lin Lane's poem, titled, "Relieve My Heart of its Ache"
gave inspiration, poetic spirit and my muse cause for me to sit and write this pieceI then sent this piece for her to see and telling her of her inspiring poem giving rise to this creation, she graciously responded by offering to edit this poem, a very kind and generous act.
I accepted and am so truly thankful, as now its quality, its flow and its shine have all been immensely increasedI dedicate this poem to my very kind and generous dear friend, Lin Lane.Posted today as promised after my having delayed posting due to a previous promise I made to another poet and dear friend.


Poem Details | by Robert Lindley |
Categories: bereavement, betrayal, dark, death, fate, loss, love hurts,

Dark And Tragic, When Fate Sets Its Black Hand To Decide

Dark And Tragic, When Fate Sets Its Black Hand To Decide


Icy cold had invaded, her heart became a hard frozen tomb
Never again would she allow love to penetrate its new armored shells
That night she had seen one of death's many tragic and ugly faces
Its ancient mask, the one that crushes love's fever and kindness in a mere blink
Now she flows through a vacated life, on wings of sorrow's eternal flight
Awaiting a doom that her crushed soul welcomes in its dark and sunken state.

His death had been tragic, yet made for some of the most interesting news
All the clever twists and turns of an old Hollywood mystery movie script
So ghastly, his head found in the graveyard, atop her lover's white tombstone
His bullet riddled body found miles away in a cheap and tawdry motel room
Perhaps now he knows, how it feels to find Fate's eternal and deadly hand
In his well deserved doom, devil that had sent her into her dark and sunken state.

Robert JLindley, 6-30-2018
Prose, ( Tragedy In One Of Life's Screams)
Not For SilentOne's contest

Note : I rarely ever do ProseStarted with the plan to write for SilentOne's new contest but my muse took me ever onward and this became too long to enter.Giving thanks for the inspiration but it does not meet the eight verse contest requirement.
So I post it now as it is and wonder why my muse so stubbornly refused to stop writing..She vexes me to no end sometimes.....


Poem Details | by Robert Lindley |
Categories: conflict, dark, deep, introspection, lost love, night, sorrow,

Sitting In The Dark, With Darkness Covering Me

Sitting In The Dark, With Darkness Covering Me

Sitting in the dark, hearing voices in the hall
remembering my many lovers, one and all.
Some that sent my heart aloft, on heavenly flights
others that kept me company on lonely nights.

Sitting in the dark, seeing true beauties once known
then, the fairest of gardens, never overgrown.
Night waning, those echoes, their honey-drenching calls
also remind me, of my many faults and falls!

Sitting in the dark, with darkness covering me
begging each, please forgive me, what I did to thee.
Silence, as each lover then slowly fades away
Ah yes, we mortals, for our sins we have to pay!

Dawn's morning rays, broke me from that dreaming trance.
Were we wrong seeking too much in youthful romance?


Robert JLindley, 8-07-2018
Sonnet, ( Recurring Dreams)

Syllables Per Line: 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12
Total # Syllables: 168
Total # Words: 120

Note: Woke 4 am , decided to write this one as it was fresh on my mind...


Poem Details | by Chris Boskovski |
Categories: august, beautiful, beauty, care, city, dark, dream, farewell, first love, for her, friend, friendship, girl, girlfriend, how i feel, i love you, lost, night, poems, poetry, summer,

I dreamed a dream of You

Yesterday I dreamed a dream,
that had no end.
You in your white gown, and long, black hair flowing.
You were calling my name.
I heard you, but I couldn't reach you!

And when I say your soul was tainted.
You went out in the night life.
You dressed in your black, evening ball gown.
You danced till the Red Sun came out, over the horizon.

You smiled at me.
A flame in my heart burned red hot!
My knees and hands shook with nerves;
Nerves of love and joy.
I blew you a kiss,
but you turned away!
Oh, please don't turn away from me,
for I would die, if it happened again!

Your beautiful and golden heart showed me the truth.
The truth that every gentleman wants to hear.
I've seen you walk the streets,
in the blue dawn of August.
As I followed you, you stopped and looked at me.
You smiled so beautifully, and my heart fluttered into oblivion!

You walked with your friends and I went my way.
I couldn't find a single trace of you that day.
I cried out "Why did I leave her like this?!"
I looked for you, all over the courtyards and town squares!
Yet no sight of your beauty.
..No sight of your golden heart, that I hold so dear to mine.
Where did you go?
Why did you leave?
Why did I leave..that is the question!

I should have stayed by your side,
till the ends of time.

Yet I had left.
Why...?

One gloomy and parish midnight.
I came along a road,
and soon found myself in front of a wayward cafe.
Smiling faces all around me.
I spotted a beautiful face that outstood all the other faces around me.
It was yours.

Your face brought me to sanity and I went over too you!
You spotted me and tried to run!
I caught you in the dirty hallway and pulled you in.

Our eyes met and I fell in love once again.
Sanity re-entered my mind, body and soul.
I kissed you and you kissed back.
You held my hand, and we left the cafe and walked down the street.

The street was gloomy, yet we together brightened the dark street.
We went back to the lit up city streets, of the lands filled with smiling faces,
and we fell in love and slept together.

You lay there in my restless arms and I gave you a sweet kiss,
upon your sweet and soft head.
Your dark hair was sweet smelling and felt of silk.
I closed my eyes and fell asleep with you,
there in my arms and we dreamed together
till the morning came and woke me up,
and took you away from my weak and weary arms.

I dreamed a dream of you.


Poem Details | by Laura Breidenthal |
Categories: adventure, allegory, angel, art, baby, beach, beautiful, beauty, child, childhood, confusion, courage, dance, dark, daughter, death, dedication, devotion, dream, fear, flower, freedom, goodbye, grief, hope, life, lost love, love, sorrow, travel, tribute, uplifting, war, water, woman, write, me, earth, me,

Goodbye, My Child

Where cradled canyons sing
Of ebony wood in the forest
There lies a gurgling spring
Where cockcrows sing their chorus
To the melody of singsong birds
There I’ve concealed my sensuous words
Filled with befitted signs
The saccharine whiff of my designs

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

Where the fogs of night are fountains
Spills of glistened moon ignite
By distant silhouette mountains
We dance with passion of fight
Entwining ancient stance 
Mingling hand in hand we dance
Till the mountains smile on high
Near and far we spring
To pursue the realest of dreams
While the world cries at its seams
Anxious in trouble to cling

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

To where the ridges merry make 
From the beaks of wooden bright
In sparkly pools the ghouls awake
That scarce to stir our night
We watch for seekers down under
Muttering secrets in their soul
We bid them lucks of shivers
Dipping gently in
From reeds that hide a tear of a foal
Under the gentle rivers

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

Far away she shall ever churn
The taciturn eyed
She’ll listen no more to turn
To the working mills beside
Or the scrubbing of the barn
May peace weave in her song
She shall wave in the yarn
To a haven known as Belong  

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

For she comes, the mortal youth
To the wild realm of her truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only her tears be found


Poem Details | by Nina Hernandez |
Categories: angst, daughter, death, depression, devotion, family, fantasy, imagination, love, mother, sad, dark, dark, rose,

The Rose

Once bloomed a rose so young and fair
With dark brown eyes and long black hair

Beside her be a tall dark tree
Whose branches stretch to smother thee

Too close beside the shadowy bark
That soon begins to leave its mark

She cries for help, but none shall hear
Her thorns too sharp, who’d dare go near?

To save this rose, who’d risk their life?
With naught to gain but pain and strife

Alone, afraid, she lays to rest
Her heart beats low inside her chest

And with the hour growing near
She sheds her final grieving tear

And so the rose soon falls asunder
Her final day, eternal slumber

She lies beside the old dark tree
The only one who mourns for thee


Poem Details | by Laura Breidenthal |
Categories: absence, allegory, beautiful, blue, creation, dark, inspirational, loneliness, lonely, longing, loss, lost, love, miss you, rose, sad love,

You Know I Love You

Winds may howl,
Wild animals growl,
The forest grows cold, 
For I am lonesome and old
As the sun peaks through the clouds, 
I hear your soft, young voice so loud!
And though you speak dead man's lines,
You speak them with majesty divine
As I am wrapped in  my woe,
I only want you to know...
...that roses die black and violets lose blue,
But I will never die
And you know I love you!


Poem Details | by Robert Lindley |
Categories: art, dark, depression, evil, lost love, recovery from, symbolism,

In A Darkened Attic Room

In A Darkened Attic Room

In attic room, one window tightly shut,
Dwells broken heart hidden from future pain.
Bare as a savage brute's empty hut-
Condemned to no hope, no future, no gain.

Where rests such perilous fear darkness reigns;-
Shattered dreams give rise to dark illusions.
Hope rejected brings on its most wicked stains,
Evil held, births its blackest conclusions.

Grown in decay until nothing remains,
Yet sad hope is better than none at all.
True love waits the bliss it always contains,
Treasures gifted, one only has to call.

If one ray of love's light but filters in
Love brings life and its promises again.

Robert JLindley, 1-30-2016

Syllables Per Line:	
10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables:	140
Total # Lines:	18 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:	
Total # Words: 103


Poem Details | by Robert Lindley |
Categories: blessing, conflict, courage, dark, growth, inspiration, love,

A Single Soul Cries Out

A Single Soul Cries Out

Across this barren lake my ghost did sail
 lost and heading straight into another hell
Behind, remnants of a dark and wayward past
 treasures stored that shall never last

Sunny skies ever looking down upon me
 joined by those memories soul sought to flee
No wind to send my ghost sailing right along
 on the shore images of a faceless throng

So far ahead a welcoming sandy white beach
 forever racing farther and farther from my reach
No deeds to perform to gain my deep reprieve
 only memories of those I so easily did deceive

Within this lonely lake a single Soul cries out
forgive me , forgive me  , in a wailing shout!

Robert Lindley

note: Once a man raced about all alone, 
stumbled upon a rolling stone,
fell into a headlong dismay,
gathered the courage to just pray,

Words that did by faith then atone,
soon the condemnation was forever gone..


Poem Details | by Dear Heart |
Categories: abuse, dark, evil, hate, love, sensual,

dark surrender


for days he follows   a man dressed in black   eyes fathomless pools
I feel his yearning    his hunger    and I am smitten    curious
dreading  him yet he enthralls me to surrender-
confusion    fear overwhelms me    he is breathing   oh desire
in his room    whispering my name 

his voice a deep baritone    demanding   terrifying  
those fathomless eyes look down at me    I am lost   I pull him close
he strokes my flowing raven hair    his eyes cold as ice
daggers to my soul    love(or hate)  lust   passion  possession
he wants to control me and violently he crushes my ruby red lips
with a demanding kiss and then the kiss is beautiful
words evil    he is need   lust    he says vile things

oh  those dark fathomless eyes   go away    come back   I love you
he wraps his arms around me   we are spinning and swirling  lost in love
for how long are we locked in that embrace  it seems like days
then he stops     his smile is mean and cruel     he laughs  
I am nothing without his kiss     I am a love hostage held in chains 
and when he turns away     I weep for him and hate myself
dark this lust      I MUST find the strength to leave

there is no sweetness    this is WRONG    lost as his fathomless eyes
must get away     must find the courage to walk away  leave     leave
I hear the door close and quickly dress     the rooms smell moldy
finding the door   I turn the knob    it is locked 
and I am screaming  

_____________________________
February 1, 2016

Poetry/Free Verse/dark surrender
Copyright Protected, ID 16- 751-068-0
All Rights Reserved Written under Pseudonym.



Submitted to the contest, Any Poem Written On Your Birthday II
sponsor, Laura Loo

First Place
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Written for the contest, The Dark Side of Life 
sponsor, Shadow Hamilton

Fifth Place


Poem Details | by Richard Lamoureux |
Categories: love, heart, dark, dark, heart,

Locked in a Jar

Does the one who loves you know who you are?
She needs a real man not just a facade.
Don't keep your heart locked away in a jar.

Not being open she'll think you're a fraud.
She longs to share every part of herself.
She needs a real man not just a facade.

Your heart is out of reach on that old shelf.
Where she can see it but it's out of reach.
She longs to share every part of herself.

But you hold onto her just like a leach.
In the glass jar it looks so very clear.
Where she can see it but it's out of reach.

If you open it what is there to fear?
Are there dark spots you don't want her to see?
In the glass jar it looks so very clear.

Is it that you're afraid that she will flee?
Why won't you reveal every part of you?
Are there dark spots you don't want her to see?

There are some good men, be one of the few.
It's time to reveal every part of you.
Help the one who loves you, know who you are.
Don't keep your heart locked away in a jar.

Modified Terzanelle


Poem Details | by liam mcdaid |
Categories: angel, beauty, dark, deep, dream, flower, love,

Forgetmenot

In sweet summer aroma these eyes burn hungry 
as feelings fall down from the branches baptised beautiful 

Forget not me in every waking dream memory 
crowning each and every smile come true precious 

Seduced where darkness held the eyes content 
blinded in love wings clipped fallen grace kneels 

As blue skies mirrored through eclipsed reflections 
when the wheel of our time stood still lost in a dark space past

Cut from the light suffering dead of misfortune 
night whispering horrors soft velvet guinness chills crawl 

Through the heart coldly spineless creatures murmur 
warmly where the fire burns hiding in the ashes truth prevails 

Its here you touched me with deeply chains bound angel in wings 
so lost inside holding onto a distant dream beginning twilight hours 

There is no sun in the shadow of an enchantress queen 
sorceress of spells cast under to bring down love oathbreaker of destiny  





Poem Details | by liam mcdaid |
Categories: conflict, cry, dark, heart, love, moon, sun,

Destinies Child Chained

Searing flames within hissing steam burns 
letting the dragons out in frozen time 
cold stone winds blow into the desert sands of illusions etched

Dark and feral holding immeasurable promises 
held captive under those that are never completely met right
freedom and forgiveness denied cries from an impenetrable heart

Hatred is the twisted short sided vulture of the virtues
incomplete confidence expressed in a waning moon
Tears of ivory silk burning salted spiced

Cries forever inside chambers weeping wall’s
taken far away into discoveries path 
were limitations and love never coexist
 
Endless beginnings take centrefold in a staged arena 
otherworldly visions of a life re-imagined scarcely believed
in a sealing ritual sacrifice, sacred temple of another is played outcast
 
Vibrant scalding primal evil colors paint the blood truth 
boldly endurance can no longer be silence issued
through the sun’s warm radiance Illuminati exposed

Co written by Donna Loughman and Liam McDaid 
unrhymed tercets


Poem Details | by Freddie Robinson Jr. |
Categories: allusion, angst, dark, sad love,

Rabbit Don't Run



My shy moth eyes
were attracted to the beauty of your flame
The pleasure of knowing you
was worth the risk of me feeling the pain
From the hurt burn of you leaving.
a house of mirrors with no image of you within
I always knew this day would come,
certain, like the rising of the sun — 
Beautiful rabbit you would wanna run

Timid, nervous ever ready to flee
The mirror of reflection
would always set your fear in motion
Numbed by the booze,
paralyzed by the pills
Gave you enough courage to stay still..
but, only for so long

Beautiful rabbit on the run,
afraid to face 
the demons you’re running from

When the face of reality would sober in,
then the cracked mirrors
would leave your bleeding heart sobbing
So many lovers before me
handed you jilted tissues 
for your self-esteem issue tears
Wiping the candle mask of your promiscuity,
cold wax let you know when it was time to flee

Beautiful rabbit you on the run,
wielding your body like a weapon
Beautiful rabbit giving the foxy bullet stun,
using love like it was a loaded gun

Beautiful rabbit on the run,
marred habits has disfigured you
Ugly memories you can’t let go of,
scarred flesh melted by an abusive flame
Leaves you often holding a gun,
ready to make your last rabbit run

Beautiful rabbit, don’t run.
beautiful rabbit lay down the gun

It was the loss of your gorgeous butterfly wings,
which so attracted me to you
I saw the beauty inside others never knew,
the vulnerable side you kept hidden from view
The trauma of your lovers no longer wanting you,
made the truth of the silent phone too painful to hear
And the vanity of rejection you use to give,
is the emptiness you are now forced to live with
Lonely, emotional catacombs you weepingly prefer;
the Before portrait on your wall, I never saw her
Tragic soul went bed-hopping down the rabbit hole

Beautiful rabbit, don’t run.
beautiful rabbit put down the gun
Beautiful rabbit, I desperately desire you,
let your marred heart be warmed by this truth
Beautiful rabbit, don’t run.
finger the safety between my loving arms
Beautiful rabbit, don’t leave this way .
burn the suicide note in the fireplace
Beautiful rabbit, don’t run away 
Stay here with me.please stay 
the rest of your enchanted cottage days 
 


Poem Details | by Robert Lindley |
Categories: dark, death, deep, lost love, recovery from, sorrow, tribute,

Within Shattered Heart, Remained A Fire Still Lit

Within Shattered Heart, Remained A Fire Still Lit

Beset by grievous sorrows, his past full of sins
facing darkest evil truth, not mind's wishful spins,
what else could a deeply broken man try to do
when lamenting soul was tormented by loss of you?

Life carried on, nights became his one true solace
finding retreat, leaving behind this world's malice,
with his memories of your smile and glowing face
prayers cried out, that no other could your love replace.

Within shattered heart, remained a fire still lit
from its leaping flames, came echoes sent to transmit
depths of soul's faith in someday again meeting you
living life as one, as you both had planned to do.

Always, reality's hope crashing, came to bear
Epic loneliness, he is here, while you are there.

Robert JLindley, 7-15-2018
Sonnet, ( Death's Epic Pains That Remain)


Poem Details | by James Inman |
Categories: dark, depression, loneliness, love,

Can Still Hold You

In this closet darkness pervades, the door has been locked from the inside. Curled in the corner, eyes shut, she remains. Unseen demons there await outside in the moon light. Flowers dance while sweet music plays as lithesome images pass through her mind, her dreams laid bare this long lonely day, all of the fantasies she'll never find. Beneath closed eyelids her golden prince rescues her from endless darkness. I have no golden armor, yet my arms can still hold you.
04/19/2018 For BW's "It's All About Four" Poetry Contest


Poem Details | by Victor Buhagiar |
Categories: dance, dark, lost love, sad,

Shadows Dancing in a Moonless Night

Is our love a dance macabre? 
A dilly dallying with death? 
Or a mystic encounter of unabated love? 
Will it last?  Will it end? 
So many questions left unanswered, 
So many uncertainties attested, 
All cumulative in a death wish 
As emotions run devilishly amok
  
My soul screams with this unpredictability, 
Its echoes rampage through my veins, 
As bubbling blood courses through 
Twisted arteries, through havoc and chaos
Is it the folly of chained love?  
The unearthly silence of togetherness?
  
My lips pronounce your name but no one answers
I realize my questions will never be answered
Our togetherness is but a charade, 
Shadows dancing in a moonless night
Your allure is just too much to bear, 
I dare keep it no more 
So let our ways head into different tracks
Henceforth I'll dance alone
A dance macabre.


Poem Details | by SKAT A |
Categories: betrayal, break up, dark, depression, lost love, me, miss you, rain, relationship,

Black Rain

~BLACK RAIN~

Another rainy stormy night,
nothing will ever feel the same.
Thunder makes me fear with fright,
Theirs no way to call your name.
To be alone is no delight,
here I am alone with shame.
It runs trough me like day and night,
lonesome here for playing my game.
I wish you were here to hold me real tight.
Forgive me for I am  the only one to blame.

A darken rainy stormy night!
Here I whither away in the BLACK RAIN!
In that selfish moment, I did not realize,
all I was doing was causing myself pain.
You took and shook me with a big surprise!
And, showed me that my cheating had nothing to gain.
With you in distance I lose myself,
sitting all alone in the BLACK RAIN.

BLACK RAIN, BLACK RAIN!
Please stop the pain, it's my love I want to gain.

Tears from me you wouldn't take.
It was my fault to take the fall.
It does not mean my love to you was fake.
Without you I feel real small.
The hurt runs deep~Deeper than a lake!
The hurt runs high~Higher than the tallest wall!
The hurt is heavy~something you can't shake!
The hurt is like a mystery~you can't solve at all! 
BLACK RAIN!
How this cloud passes my days,
I have no one to blame
If I knew exactly what to say,
I would not be feeling all this pain.
BLACK RAIN,
is here to stay!
I have lost what took long to gain.

BLACK RAIN, BLACK RAIN,
please go away!
I want my lover to come back my way.

  ~SKAT POETRY~
     Oct-1996

inspired by  Rain Rain Go Away...:)


Poem Details | by John Paluszek |
Categories: adventure, animal, art, beauty, childhood, confusion, courage, dark, death, depression, faith, freedom, friendship, god, goodbye, growing up, hate, heaven, hope, jesus, journey, loss, lost, love, memory, metaphor, natural disasters, nature, philosophy, places, prayer, relationship, religion, religious, romantic, sad, sorrow, spiritual, time, visionary, war, memory, memory,

Moments In Time

The sweetest sounds of burning trees
A gentle stroking in the breeze
The calm has lasted past the storm
Cloudy visions, Satan’s roar
Too many sights have passed my way
A time found only in the haze
The softest screams are running bare
My aching bones creak as I stare

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark

The battle’s started at the end
No one is coming to repent
The sinners grab their wine from prey
No judgment calling here to stay
The sport is reckless to be told
The one is laughing at his souls
It falters nowhere to be sure
The power grows forevermore
Like a spirit in the wind
I have no say in where you’ve been 
But cross the line to come to me
And pay the price for ecstasy

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark


Poem Details | by Donna Jones |
Categories: cry, dark, heart, lonely, longing, love, time,

Cry In The Dark

As you cry in the dark and your tears find the pillow
You think I don't know, those tears filled with such sorrow
Are for that long ago love, then comes tomorrow
I wish for today, your heart I could borrow

Dreams filled with the memory of her face
Wisps of her hair, visions of ribbon and lace
The look in her eyes, another time and place
I wish this from your mind, I could forever erase

But war time came and took you away
And never knowing your fate, day after day
Time took its toll, as time will do
She went on with life, her life without you

As I cry in the dark and my tears find the pillow
You'll never know, these tears filled with such sorrow
Are those longing for love, again comes tomorrow
I wish for today, your heart I could borrow

©Donna Jones




Poem Details | by Justin Bordner |
Categories: absence, crazy, dark, grief, heartbroken, lost love, stars,

Zodiac Zombie

She cries comets of burning ice
rocketing through a wilderness of bleeding rubies
her constellation, Anaconda, the 13th Sign, drinker of soul wine,

Her cheeks permafrosted with white agony
the accumulation of eons without the lips of her Man's love mercy,

When the word WHY becomes an acronym
for What Have You,
When knowledge of loss is your only gain,
When questions and answers no longer serve a frantic heart
rebellion is the necessary blessing of love becoming beast,
When everything sacred seems destin to be violated
and reborn as a beautiful monster
she became, the Zodiac Zombie,
her heart a super nova explosion,
a demoness on the breath of Death's delay
hunting hearts born through her Star House,
asphyxiating the affection of all who incarnate through her system,
feeding on the veins of fresh obsession, of virgin devotion,

Legend has it that she births the great Poets and Rebels
for their passion is unparalleled in pride and sweet sacrafice,
she is the Zodiac Zombie, Queen of the Black Sea, Goddess of love bleeding -

J.A.B.


Poem Details | by Gary Bateman |
Categories: dark, evil, fantasy, halloween, horror, myth, scary,

Medusa's Love

Medusa’s Love

Medusa is a hideous and vile creature of Grecian yore
Medusa, once a high priestess in the Temple of Athena,
Suffered Athena’s unforgiving wrath for violating her 
Sacred temple as she and Lord Poseidon made love there.

Medusa’s Love entices all of her naive human victims,
Up to that special mesmerizing moment of her icy shock,
As they end up unwittingly gazing into her evil, hellish  
Eyes and their bodies harden and turn to stone forever

You can never trust those Gods who relish in making
The plight of mortal man more challenging on Earth.
Once a perfect paragon of radiant female pulchritude,
Athena transformed Medusa into this mythic monster 

As if this life isn’t frightening enough, with the advent 
Of Halloween Eve and the cold, dark nights preceding it;
Medusa’s restless spirit as this grotesque Gorgon can be
Conjured from her lair at the entrance to the Underworld.

From the hissing and viperous serpents adorning her head,
To the ever-present shaking death rattle of her reptilian tail;
Medusa’s sneering and unholy visage paralyzes her victims
As her fiery and demonic eyes bring them a stone-cold death!

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
(October 1, 2015) (Unrhymed Quatrain)


Poem Details | by Dana Smith |
Categories: courage, dark, death, dedication, depression, devotion, dream, faith, happiness, jesus, life, love, metaphor, nature, pain, sad,

A Soul Awakened

She is the muse to her own sorrow; She is the digger of her grave. She is the painter of her ocean view and every fatal wave She is the shadow of her Father; She is the darkness in your sight. She is the night without the stars surrounding pale moonlight. She is the music with no words; She is sweet love without the reason. She is your dreamer with submission cold by warmth with every season. She is your pet with cold intentions; She is your baby scared and shaken. She is the bold and pure- the lost and found, She is a soul awakened.