|
Poems about dark
|
-
hollowed out & thrown about / / slowly burned / / as the color of my heart turned / / sitting in the flames / / as people go about th
-
-
The thickness of the air the hardness of the cold / only bad can have its final way / / In this oppressing storm: / Trees are cellophaned in sleet the road is wind-raked / / Hardened: hollow trees drying in the wind / Surounding an icy po
-
-
Malevolent butterflies shred / the pink tissue of his gut. / / His mind rapidly darts from / one innocuous trivial ism to another. / / H
-
I'm stuck here, / entangled in this web, / of this there is no doubt. / / Leaking my insides, like acid, / its an affront, but you seem to like it. / / Questioning time, / wonderless oblivion / seeping though the cracks and / there
by RoisinDubh
75 words, 5 comments,
on Nov 9 7:00 PM 2008. In Dark, Life, Society, Weird, Angst, Thoughts, Rant, Fantasy, Pain, Depression, Sadness
-
She sits on the grass / Hidden far in the forest / Thinking of thoughts / Death. / She fears. / She scared / And no one can see / She swings on a swing hung / On a branch / Under the canopy of treetops / Trying hard not to cry / Bec
-
by Libertydoll
157 words, 2 comments,
on Nov 8 5:23 PM 2008. In Adult, Contemporary, Dark, Life, Hope, Thoughts, Society, Personal, Love, Lyrics
-
What was it you thought when / You scourged your nails into my eyes and brain? / / Your so callous and cold / And oh so wondrously dangero
-
-
-
Whack this weary head / against my / stinking life / and i`ll toil / to be virgin / / Cleanse this torture / without fear / or disillu
-
There's an open door in the dark, / but this barrier makes it hard to move any closer, / and time seems to be trickling away, / I can feel each second pass, / and my thoughts have taken to disrupting themselves. / / There is a warmth on the
by RoisinDubh
121 words, 1 comment,
on Nov 6 10:03 AM 2008. In Sad, Dark, Spiritual, Angst, Thoughts, Anger, Perception, Depression, Anguish
-
Why do you still affect me so / Why do I call when my weaknesses show / You have nothing to offer me / Never did never will / No words of c
-
I am an actress. / I can hide my feelings / My thoughts, / My emotions. / I can paste a fake smile / On my face. / I can act happy / And ca
-
So long ago when I was nine, there was a place that chilled my spine. / A towering wooden ark stood beacon to my youthful scare. / For year
by Enoq
604 words, 13 comments,
on Nov 2 10:27 PM 2008. In Angst, Dark, Life, Nature, Rhyme, Friendship, Childrens, Family, Imagery
-
My place of retreat / When my strain takes its toll / Is in the patchwork of fields / Which settles my soul / Amongst the mounds in the lan
-
I sit in this wooden box of my mind / This box carefully crafted by tose wise to the world / Shaped by careful rod and club / No creativity they say just work and nothing more / Get good grades and a job that pays / Why doodle on paper when you
-
A youthful aspiration- / in the hand of a society, / stifled and confused- / by unethical propriety. / A once exuberant dream- / has been t
-
Sun split are the lips of this tired soul.
Too young yet too fly but too old to grow.
-
-
Glory fills my soul, / God's mercy and forgiveness, / The flame for my coal. / / As if floating up, / High upon the ethereal palm, / I fee
-
Boy grew from a mothball / In the closet of the house / Of Mrs Pevensie the widow. / / Boy grew to be an oddball / And moved under the hou
-
Syrup Boy loved sugar in whatever form it came, / From candy canes to ice cream, he ate sweetness everyday. / He’d have éclairs for breakfa
-
“it could all fall down around me / just as long as I have you right here by me” / “I’ve been waiting so long to hold you / and be back in
-
-
Get close. / Now closer. / Into the mind of my lunacy, / and I'll tell you why we don't belong. / Because we are different. / and irrelevan
-
/ She stirred with some uncertainty as if she didn’t know / How she came to be there in the cold and sodden snow. / Trapped but without borders, she will never express / How much that she is missing in her confused distress. / / She shambles
-
-
by marcusmoore
233 words, 20 comments,
on Aug 13 7:09 PM 2008. In Adult, Dark, Prose, Life, Sad, Love, Family, Thoughts, Personal, Pain, Addiction
|
|
|
|
| |