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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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A Hunter In The Darkness

Stupendous atrocities made beautifully black, 
 Truth and lies seeping creeping through the civilized crack.

Night brings the shadows as the shadows seek the knight,
 Twisted is the turmoil, a fantasy forced into plight.

Forever in a void devoid of feelings, nothing but numbness, 
Flesh winter cold, turning to stone, devouring delightful darkness.

A monsterous mirage, separating the blood from the soul,
 Seeping society’s slumber into the everlasting black hole.

Living death, blue skin, evil sorcery exhaled through dead breath,
 No longer a person, only a creature containing souls within a rotting chest

Masked by this masquerade of Mardi Gras, I mix with the melody,
 Ventured in the viciousness of my villainy, do you see me?

Produced by Mixed Ink Sebastian Aaron Baez and Casarah Nance www.acameraandaquill.com January 09-2015


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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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Interlude Of The Dark

I watch how your eyes flutter on the brink of waking; and here, as I think in the moon's reflection, I drink in the quiet, my confidence shakes while inviting your touch, and longing your smile to wrap me in warm arms, embracing my solitude; yet, I'm lost in the parchment, the pale of the light, as stars in a multitude comfort me tonight. My lonely heart, confused, reaching out, seeing you, a face bemused with careless abandonment. You are deep in the center of your own universe, asleep and leave me alone with notion that you willingly go... far away to your dreams, to places I cannot know: With each breath, private, and shallow, I'm left, lost, bereft, and hollow without you. This I know.... I envy you, loathe that my slumber forsakes, so I could be with you, in that distant reverie. I hesitate, to wake you, I can't help but wonder, do you stream away on a cloud and with the mistress of your dreams ?
________________________________________ For Suz's Contest:"Let's Be Open" 7/12/13


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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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across the dark

I chased the lightning across the dark
felt the thunder where the demons are parked
stood in the rain to let it cleanse
saw my soul through a crystalline lens

I rung out the drops but still stood wet
couldn't put it aside or ever forget
it's buried too deep and the cleanse isn't pure
no matter how many storms I endure

the morning comes and the sun shines hot
did you ever love me or did you not?
my spirit stays damp and will never dry out
when I think its gone...new thoughts sprout

I climbed the mountain and shout the words
they echo scaring the animals that heard
I stare at the valley stretched below
remembering more than you'll ever know


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Halloween Eve

Halloween Eve is a time for most “grave” reflection,
When Ghosts, Goblins, Ghouls show us no affection!

On this Eve the veil between life and death merge as one,
And the wicked spirits laugh so loudly making us all run!

They sing, chant, howl, scream, and dance with much delight,
While we the living wait for dawn praying for no more fright!

Boo! Boo! Boo! Boo! Happy Halloween! Happy Halloween!
Boo! Boo! Boo! Boo! Happy Halloween! Happy Halloween! 

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, Schoeningen, 
Germany (October 30, 2014) (Rhyme Couplet poetic format) 


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The Evil Jack O'lantern

Walking near the Old Dark House under a morose moon sky,
I spied a furtive glance at Old Demon Jack’s big ugly evil eye.

This Jack O’lantern is not by any means a friendly funny face,
For he makes your blood run cold with a leering gruesome grimace.   

While looking at people with a distinct Mephistophelian delight,
Both of Old Demon Jack’s eyes give all a quite palpable fright.

This Jack O’lantern sits perched by the Old Dark House front door, 
Waiting for each Halloween to seek its revenge and even the score.

Old Demon Jack’s spirit eternally lives on in this undying fruit gourd,
Annually resurrected for Halloween—one of the Devil’s own horde.

This Jack O’lantern is indeed a macabre physical object from Hell’s pit,
And Old Demon Jack’s spirit lives there possessing souls as He sees fit.

On Halloween beware of the Old Dark House there on Old Hob’s Lane,
As Old Demon Jack and The Devil, will cause you agony and unending pain.

Now you know this is not the house on Halloween to make a trick or treat,
For in the end it will be your final destination and you’re The Devil’s Treat!

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, Schoeningen, Germany (September 25, 2014)


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Child

Before I even watched your birth,
I had already failed you first.

Collecting bones in closets damned.
To proxies labor done withstand.

Mistakes go down with Jacks and cokes.
A childhood ends in perished hopes.

The years apart we will to stand.
Regret to always catch the man.

My sorrow carving name in stone,
A Father never dies alone.


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Rob Carmack
Couplet : Iambic Tetrameter
10.26.14


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Spider Woman

Feel my body soft and supple, feel my hands that roam your soul Yield to me and lose yourself, then let desire take its toll Let seduction and my sensuous tone touch your body; hear my voice Grab your sweet chameleon girl while believing it's your choice Pull my hair and grind your teeth but I'll make you say my name Love me with your heart and soul but it's only lovers' game With your fluids pumping all throughout and human nature's gift You will lose yourself to love itself and your sense of self will drift I'll ravish you with promises, firm and made of dreams You'll drown in me and melt inside beneath my cold-blue eyes that gleam Soon you'll wriggle with denial that you're not within my grasp Yet where's your voice of confidence but buried by each gasp You'll splash and crawl and ache for air just like an animal contained And between the two of me and you I'm the only one untamed I'll admire the contour your will bends pliantly to mine Like a spider loves her lover then she's only there to dine You may think that you could leave today, but you'll be back tonight I'll release you as an empty shell. Your sweet Angel of Heavenly bright.
game over


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- Grey Shadows Never Dies -

The black side of a life betrayal and choked dreams 
Cries of pain that are locked into their souls 

Evil twistfate deals aches and screams 
Inside darkened dungeons filled with peril and woe 

In the trap, feels like stuck in of eternity madness 
Hands are not chained but mind is unclear 

Hidden away from the world today within darkness crying 
Nightmares of life's perils strike deep irons hotly burns 

Blowing with the wind, flying a hurricane 
Shamelessly all trying to live from day to day 

Frozen ice frosting bites cold deeds creeps inside scars 
Slowly from the scrapyard of life's twisted metal crushed 

They cried many tear, tears of hope - wanted life to last
 But life was not fair enough as the remains lay deeply covered 

Unraveling out savagery of an animal cold cutting steel beast cursed 
Piercing howls forgiving the past in order to be redeemed blessed


 A co write written by Liam Mcdaid and Anne-Lise Andresen :) - 20.01.2015 -


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So Nearly Everyday

A long single strand of hair.
Deep darkness of my despair.

Everyday is much like the last.
Waves of darkness are all that pass.

I need the light from somewhere beyond.
Anything to guide me from the endless dark pond.

Spare me the madness of these lonely dark days.
Desperate and alone without some light to clear this haze.

I walk in a fog of anquish and pain.
I grasp for anything solid or go insane.

My screams are unheard by all around.
I beg to be released but there's never a sound.

My screams rebound from the torment I feel.
Never to be heard by anyone who's real.


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In A Dark Room


I sat and waited,  alone in a dark, dark room
Only the moon light to lesson the gloom
My heart beat frantically in my chest
Knowing I would soon be put to a test…
Then I felt a presence right next to me
Something reached out and touched my knee
I smelled the stench of death and decay
Eyes that burned bright and  hair of gray
I knew this horror could only bring death
And I screamed with the last of my breath
Its bony claws lifted me to my feet
Now my terror was nearly complete
Shaking, being shaken, I came awake
"It was a dream, stop screaming for heaven's sake"
So just a dream, such a dream on Halloween night..
Such a horrific, glorious dream state  fright…..
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Life isn't a wish granting factory

Life isn't a wish-granting factory.
It's the sweet cover of open lip's mockery.
It's a house for all to live in - 
the liars, the murderers and the rest of the sins.

Life steals your childhood dreams,
puts it in a jar and makes it seem
as if it just gifted you a present
because you lived in its past and presence.

Then in the future - if Life gives you any,
you'll see that Life is playing games, at once, to many;
you'll resent Life for giving you puzzles and quizzes
that once resolved will just turn to mere bliss.

In the corner of The Room where broken things lie
are your wishes - once soaked with hope but now dry,
drained from the core as time goes on
flowing in the dumpster of Lost and Forever Gone.

But at the end of the day, you find
as you lay on your grave and memories rewind:
Life was honey, it was fun and precious but on the contrary
you recalled the simplest truth - that Life wasn't a wish-granting factory.




 "Life isn't a wish-granting factory" is a quote from the book "A Fault in Our Stars" written by John Green. 


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Unknown

Who am I?
Am I defined by what is near in sight?
Am I defined by what I have done,
Or am I defined by what I could become?

Perhaps I'm of no use.
To him, or her, or I, nor you.
Or perhaps I'm too misunderstood to be defined,
And it is something like understanding that comes in time.

And if to the world I'm never shown,
Yet in my own light I've grown and grown,
And so I can know no happiness but my own--
The reason for my smile, to you, will forever be unknown.

I do not pray for the world to know my name.
For it and verse; the letters are the same.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads,
I pray his pain my words to keep. 

Should his eyes rain on my page,
Better tears than storms of rage.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads.
I pray his pain my words to keep.

And if to the world you're never shown,
Yet in your own light you've grown and grown,
And so you know no happiness but your own.
Let the reason for your smile, to you, only be known.


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Going To War

The phrase, "going to war", has always had ominous and forbidding qualities that can 
reverberate to the very core of the soul. Experiencing such an ordeal has its own legacy. It 
differs from person to person in varying degrees and the anticipation is usually far more 
negative than the actual arrival into the area of conflict. Though each war has its own 
realities with which to deal, it is not the war addressed by, "Going to War". The poem reveals 
the war within when the psyche literally battles with the 'unknown' in its struggle to accept 
the actuality of an event feared and imagined.

The eastern sky grew dark with night, The west held light of day. A lonesome plane in westward flight Was taking us away. When orders came for Viet Nam And all the names were read, They may as well have dropped a bomb, Or shot us there instead. Some few had been to fight before But most of us had not; Had never dealt with death or war, Or fears of being shot. Our words came scarce and laughter naught, Concern was quick to grow. The doubts and fears we all had brought Seemed primed and set to blow. A wave of silence dashed our youth Against the rocks of war, And in its wake, the naked truth; We're little boys no more. The time had come to set aside The games of yesterday, To give our step a longer stride, To learn another way. Now doubt looms dark and ominous, A vulture from the blue, That preys upon what peace remains, From all the things we knew. We pray to soothe our fears and dread, For rest to ease our mind, For guidance through the war ahead, And mourn the 'world', behind; And that one day we'll understand Why people have to die... Still, time grows near when we would land, The miles were flying by. The windows fog with quickened breath In our descent to land. We all are sure a brush with death Is very close at hand. We watch Siagon come into view And wait to feel a blast; Then hold our breath, as if on cue, When wheels touch down, at last. The war, for us, has just begun; Our fates seem so unsure, But we are warriors, every one, Resolved we will endure. ©1971 by Jim Fish


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Light and Dark

Light and dark
In the middle of the park
Where the shadows dance
With every glance.
The breeze goes by
With just a sigh
By trembling leaves
A spider weaves
To a silent beat
A web of deceit
Set in light and dark
In the middle of the park. 

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Under My Dreams

                                 Wading through water as the level creeps up high...
                                      Chin stretched out as my pleas travel wide...

                                          My feet are moving to feel the ground...
                                        Like chasing whispers that are all around...

                                             The sun hides behind a dark silk sky...
                                               With frozen teardrops left to glide...

                                              With dark rooms that light can't find...
                                                I drown slowly in a place not kind...

                                         My eyes flicker open to a world under dreams...
                                       Where a fading shadow is never what it seems...


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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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The Last Walk In The Dark

Washed away in the rain...
Only scars from the pain...

Trickling down are new smiles...
A soul stretched out for miles...

Bent in two from harsh lonely days...
Those little demons had their ways...

Spikes of fear can never again penetrate...
Pushed to the edge but I will never hate...

A floorless walk over hot coals...
But in the end that's how I roll...


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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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Beast back to Love

Her decadent world
Brings tears to her eyes,
A carnivorous place
Filled with lies,
Upside down kingdom
In a storm
Only love that is written
Can keep her blood warm,
Truth emanates from her lips
As she dives in
Restores her grip,
She cannot let the task daunt her
The shadows cannot haunt her,
Reflection must take place
To win this inevitable race,
With God on her side
She can abide,
The ghosts of her past
Are fading fast,
A heart that radiates from up above
Can restore this beast back to love.

By: Sabina Nicole
Written: June 2010


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The prison of the keys

And now I've lost my papers,
My passport and my wife,
The very essence of
My identity and life.

My bank account is empty,
My cloths and garments sold,
My skin and bones are ashes,
Spread thin on the open road.

My old car's broken down,
No wheels to touch the floor,
The motor been dismantled,
Stripped clean down to the core.

The bailiffs and the policemen,
Have emptied my abode,
The promises I made you,
Have been auctioned out and sold.

The love I hold within me,
Is all that I now have left,
The rest is bleak illusion,
The bind man and the deaf.

The imaginary people ,
I thought were my friends,
Have left the scene forever,
As the road of life does bend.

And now I stand alone,
Upon this lonely hill,
I gaze upon the meanings,
The years have silently killed.

In the roaring storms of thunder,
In the lightning in the night,
In the whispering of the children,
In the white doves lonely flight.

In the dust of many ages,
That has settled on my soul,
In the ashes of my humanity,
That has filled my begging bowl.

The ancient breeze is blowing,
Calling me to my knees,
To behold the light within me,
In the prison of the keys.

more at http://labyrinthoflies.com


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Without goodbyes

Shiver coldness through the walls,
Darkness comes to those he calls.

Waiting quiet, frozen tear,
Stunned silence invades my fear.

Creep inside my wasted soul,
Death he comes, collects his toll.

Heart is dried, a stoned flower,
Blood was poured, red the shower.

Faded thoughts hide in shadows,
Locked in limbo, no one knows.

Paralyzed by the pain, it burns.
Trapped by my lies, freedom yearns.

Under the grave, my heart lies,
I am lost without goodbyes.

12-4-2014


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That This Beauty

Many take her for granted this beauty seen in our skies Isn't she such a wonder for us she'll never despise She glows when we are weakened by life's travesties No matter our human gloom, she's there for us to see Take a look back to her past, view her strife her life Being battered by her neighbours, leaving her rife Look to the scars she bears, whom does she declare She never ever will, but do we humans really care History has shown, to her out reach we shall travel Into her out there black, shall we ever ever unravel It'll take some years, but eventually we will find I only hope and pray, that this beauty isn't undermined .


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Scary Moments

Something’s lurking in the shadows. Something’s hiding in the dark.
Something’s out there by my window, so why doesn’t Fido bark?
Something out there wants to get me! I am losing my sang-froid.
Something wants to disappear me. I’m not being paranoid!
 
I used to have a neighbor woman--We cannot find her anywhere.
When I called for some patrolmen.  They did not show ‘cause they don’t dare!
Something outside isn’t human-- or at least not anymore.
A cannibal or psycho axeman, or just a clown covered with gore.

I’ve got the willies something fierce. Those shivers just won’t go away.
I’m not ready for the hearse. Too scared to run…too scared to stay.
Someone’s walked over my tomb, or given me the evil eye.
Something’s out there in costume--Trick or treat, it’s time to die!

Something’s out there by my window, so why doesn’t Fido bark?
Something’s lurking in the shadows.  Something’s waiting in the dark.


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A Dark Fantasy

I’m on a planet with a golden kiss
It shimmers with glory, such bliss!

As I zoom in, it turns into a dark land
Peep in, I’m afraid, I cannot stand!

In darkness, I see a bright glowing tower
Inside, a plethora of so called ‘man’ power

Zoom in; I see ‘beast’ kind disguised as ‘man’ kind
Alas! Not a single kind beast could I find

I hear roars of uncivilized beings
And moans of so-called weaklings

I see a trail of emotional turmoil
Those 7 deadly sins wrapped in a dazzling foil

Gifted to humanity, his power, his grey matter
It separates humans from animals and allows us to shatter

The once created planet with a golden kiss
Will it ever show the signs of holy bliss?


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The Frightening Dream

Walking in the twilight with my darling, hand in hand,
Was a joy beyond description, all sweethearts will understand.

We were laughing without reason, stopping now and then to kiss.
Only those who love as we do could know ecstasy like this.

Suddenly the dark had deepened and I felt an eerie chill.
His fingers tightened on my hand and pulled me closer still.

It was unlike a common blackout as electric power goes down,
When there is still a bit of natural light to turn the black to brown.

This darkness was an absolute, no stray gleam anywhere,
As if the sun, the moon, the stars were all no longer here.

My dear one was now dragging me, I could no longer walk.
I tried to phrase a protest but my tongue refused to talk.

The whole world had been silenced to degree I’d never known
As though completely vanished and we two were all alone.

Though I was void of any feelings as my darling ran in fear,
I was aware he raced for safety from a danger yawning near.

Suddenly the silence lifted at the sound of the alarm.
I was hanging to my pillow; it was not my lover’s arm.

The sunlight was streaming through the window and the door,
I welcomed it with ardor I had never known before.

Lying there to ponder on the meaning of the dream
I thought of Munch’s painting,  he’d entitled as “The Scream’’.

I knew exactly why my love had run as though my life to save.
I had been given a brief preview of dark silence of my grave.