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Dark Couplet Poems | Couplet Poems About Dark

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Necromancer (The Haunting Continues...)

In the cemetery I walk, so dark it is this night.
 Hoping that the Ghouls won't start to bite.
I feel the tug of the dead, as each grave I pass.
 Thankful this nervous tension won't last.

Armed with my Animation supplies,
 I stare out at all the green glowing eyes.
A chicken for my blood sacrifice,
 Raising the dead, there's always a price.

The salt keeps the dead inside.
 Using the machete our magic, we'll ride.
Salt is for everybody's protection.
 Cold steal seals out any deception.

To prime the earth so the dead will rise,
 cast the blood and create our ties.
Focus my energy and the ground starts to shake.
 Winds whip through the area and the on-lookers quake.

I command all that is at least 3 days dead.
 Just enough time for the soul to move ahead.
Born with this power as a Necromancer,
 When I will my power all the dead have to answer.

I look to Sandra Hudson, who hired me,
 to raise the dead and hear their screams.
I call Illyanna De La Keur from her deep, dark grave.
 Her words are scary so be very, very brave.


For John Loving III's "Haunted Poets Society"


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The Dark Poet

She writes of darkness like her soul’s been sold
But deep inside she has a heart of gold
Words brought on by a darkened past
At times she prayed that she would breathe her last
There was no one that she could turn to
When suddenly the light came shining through
Her life was changed from an endless curse
Now she puts her story in poetic verse
Overcoming her fears and the urge to kill
She used her poems as a coping skill
From an angel of darkness she ascended
To an angel of light completely mended
So read the dark poet, it’ll give you a start
But please be careful, she’ll steal your heart. 


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What She Wears

I don't know where to start, but I need to find the words
To describe something of beauty, that surely needs to be heard

If heard is not what they are, then these words must surely be read
For these words are written with heart, either way my words are said

You must all be asking, what these words are all about
If I was atop of Hacha Grande, these words written I would shout

These words are written about beauty, amidst the clothes she wears
It's about a Spanish maiden, what she wears, I can only stare

No matter the colours, be they vibrant, dark or others
Either way they cloak my eyes, so radiant in perfect smother 

Captured within her aura, dark locks in appearance blend
Entranced are my eyes forever, for my mind my views do send

To describe something of beauty, that surely needs to be heard
My eyes can only be truthful, to see her, I'm never blurred



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The Murder of My Heart

Another stab, another wound, another scar to bear
I wonder if my little heart will find the will to care

It has been mutilated; its fibers have been shred
By all the hurtful things that to it have been said

Its beating is becoming faint, its rhythm is disturbed
Brought on by the rejection that on it was conferred

The blood is gushing out, a never ending stream
Perhaps it will finally stop while I sit and dream

The murder of my heart, was done without a scene
By the outer evidence, the job was very clean

The murderer got away, he left no fingerprints
No one knows his identity, for he left behind no hints

I buried my little dead heart and paid it proper due
The gravesite is a mystery that I’ll not reveal to you

Don’t bother to stop by and place flowers by the grave
Your pretentious act of kindness, your honor will not save

A murderer you are and a heinous one you'll remain
For though I have no heart, I still feel the phantom pain.

Eileen Manassian Ghali


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Black Veils

Almost like wearing an eternal hat of shame
Black veils hide the blame
Shadowy onlookers dying to see under the opaque 
Their eyes deepened in curiosity expecting some day the veil would break 
Dawn never looked so dark before
Horizons under veiled eyes once more
Continuously blocking out your connectors to the world
Denying your difference a chance to be accepted 
Ashamed boy, Ashamed girl
However, credit to living freely, your body you’ll show
While in tack stays the veil; behind it, no people will know
Black tints faded into black shades, made
Partially reflective, partially transparent; one-sided mirror blades
Unveil and remove one trains of thoughts
To grab a hold of a world that lets you teach as you will be taught
Almost like wearing an honored hat of truth
No veil, just the bare nature of you


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The Sea of Sorrow

A deep dark grief,
stolen your loved, that hateful thief.

Away from here that soul did depart,
away from us, away from the heart.

That feeling of barren and cold,
when a loss be there, truth be told.

A lifetime to live, does it take,
a second to die, yor breath will break

No count, on what will be,
the next minute is planned by thee

No words, of what to explain,
that numbness, of that sad pain.

Undefined it so is, of are every breath
at the end, is only death.

A deep dark grief,
stolen your loved, that hateful thief.


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Hunger

With the Nepotism in my planet, essentially in my land, life compels
And factual morals are forgotten. Ancestors way of living are forbidden
By the rules we live in today.
What’s happening in our society?
Flash is made to capture, to imprison,
Not to poison and abolish every tale we ever had.

I sense discomfort when I glimpse defiance of young in open, forgive me but i
Feel pain when I see the future walking in distress; giving their lives in return for a good life.  
Give them credit, but our lives were much easier before.

Simplicity is no supplementary.
But not everyone who’s involved wants to,
Pleasure is the case, dissatisfaction is the face, eish did I say it’s the pace?

Wait a minute
Facing my demons with abstemious eyes, doesn't add up, I need a fluid to go through 
The night, where’s my pint to nip the tank of my thanks.
I’m jaded, guzzle, gulp facilitate
 Slurp!
It kills me to be unable to maintain my being,
Without sentiment awkwardness,
But little voices say…  
‘Just be intoxicated, without any guiltiness’. 

My hero dies in vein, my mother stress in pain, and my friends suffer in shame,
I didn't do it, but the hunger for more led me to desire more.
Everyone’s scrip end is thrilled, but in one way or another, 
there is a season for everything.
Life goes on, I’m a young woman. I’m different, I’m a lion and 
I’m in control.

I may not be the most courageous, boldest, and smartest,
But god gave me a voice and a pen,
I refuse to be the statistic, the common, and the everyday indict,
I refuse to be them, they, us, and we, I choose to be “I” alone. 
I am a woman, a lion,
This is not the time to point fingers, 
This is the time to raise my left arm and say I am a woman,
 stray the shy of my spry.

Heroes always live, but
Hero die in this one, because this is war.


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Twice Born

A gentile man of vivid dreams oft apt to walk at night
Followed where his feet would lead under the pale moon light
When chance he did into a grove of oak and alder trees
He spied a pool of nature's own fed by an ancient spring
There upon he cast his gaze beneath the moon so bright
And saw him something oddly fey revealed with second sight

At once belief that made him he who walked where others went
Faded in the mist of myth and planted there instead
A vision of a greater truth not seen, and yet perceived
From deep within the pool of being, liberation to receive
Reflections at the water's edge revealed his truest form
A life he's yet to realize, or a life he's lived before

For there upon this moon lit night, deep in that ancient wood
Where once there was an aging man an ageless raven stood
Twice born of myst, beneath the sky no longer bound by fear
He saw him casting off his flesh then soared into the air
He set his course by moon lit ways, a shadow taking flight
Till found he day light's brilliant rays that freed him from the night." 

                                                                   ~Christopher Thor Britt

The Everything Halloween Poetry Contest


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Lost In The Dark - Michael J,Falotico

* LOST IN THE DARK *                           ( Collaboration )


by~ Poet Destroyer

I'm crossing every memory in the dark.
I can feel your vibes missing their spark.

I reach out to touch your silent way.
You push me away with out a word to say.

Neglected by your arms, you will not have me no more?
My lids dim as you walk out the door. 

Without you I'm lost and this dark will forever exceed.
Can you for give me for this ugliness and greed?

 
by~ Michael J.F.

I was pushed and shoved to the ground..
Although I fell without a touch or a sound..
 
I looked up to see your surprising face..
Blindsided by you I lay in disgrace..
 
I see the pain and forgive ness in your eyes..
How can I can't stay here with all the why's..
 
Your tears roll down as I walk through shadows and away..
You have left our lives dark and in disaray...
 

  ( Collaboration with Michael J. Falotico )


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From the Dark's Within

Dark gloomy clouds gather on this moonless night
The light a few hours earlier by now has taken flight

A chill fills the air where before it had been so mild
Now the darkness downs the sun no longer smiles

Beside an eerie copse I hear the sounds of a violin
A Gothic maiden she, summons from the dark's within

As the gloomy clouds disperse, black shadows dance
Winged angels of the dark are captured with her trance

From amidst the darkened forest, shapes begin to appear
The chosen from the light, for now their time is near

Hoards of silhouetted shadows descend from the night
Their victims in bloodied frenzy, their eyes pecked on sight

From the dark forest they came, they are never to return
The Gothic maidens tune, has lured their souls to burn

As the new dawns arises, clothes lie in scattered torn
Whilst the army of her dark, welcomes her newly born











http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/dark-9.php


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