Best Bit Dark Poems

Mind-boggled and confused, I am- no doubt
A trolley-bad soul has left their mark 
There is something I heard and learned about 
My sunny-bright morn, has turned a bit dark 

I learnt this morn, that a dear friend has left 
A beautiful poet, with talent- best...

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My appreciation Francis Crasto for allowing me to collaborate with you as your 'psychiatrist' on ‘A MAN UNDER STRESS’- A great sequel to your recent poem on your page ‘DIG DEEP’. 



Hello Francis, how are you today?
       Silly Question!...

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My lips uttered a sound not heard before, a bird trill.
I was amazed, for I had grown a beak, and knew I was an eagle.
This is new I thought, and my knee is heeled up.
I could walk, but I decided to fly instead.

Bull! I heard...

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My words are not beautiful.
My style is not unique.
It isn't what I think of as poetic.
My writing tends to be a bit dark,
it is for the most part, about me.
Darkness has been my companion,
for a number of years.
Following the worst of days,
the worst of times,...

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Now before we get started let me tell you this.
Twenty five years I've been out of school.
Not one single day of it do I miss.
My writing is mine & there are no rules.

My words are delivered with a lot of  passion.
Every verse is straight...

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How 
Is it possible to harness energy sufficient for a simple mispronunciation?
Made from miscommunication...
at best.

At our best we tend to fear; succumbing to failure's hardship. 
Countered by an offensive degrade;
shortly mind-coming definition.
Afraid for conformity's confrontational dialects.

Pathologically diverted lifeways missense imperative arrangements.

Why 
Do we be what...

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The world as it seems around me is a bit dark
But there's lots of light coming through the park
I hear a dog call me with it's bark
All we need baby is to restart a spark

I know we can break the shackles free
And walk hand in...

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The Dying Of The Light


The dying of the light,
offers no saving hope
Dark brings more fright
hangman has his rope.
Mind eats its own bread,
sorrow plays a game
Who cares if you are dead
life is evil and often lame.
Future waits for no man,
death lays traps with glue
No good to...

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I can admit things about myself that I couldn't own up to before.
Like the fact that I'm a little weird,
And sometimes hard to please.
I get bored easily and addicted quickly.
I'm a bit dark and my mind can play tricks on me,
and YES, I like finding...

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The silence made her pause in the doorway
It was strangely quiet
It was never quiet on a day like this
She felt the little drops of sweat roll down her face
Something was wrong
She could feel it
Where was everyone?
Had they left her?
Had everyone moved on?
Had the rapture taken...

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The morning was chilly and still, a bit dark due to the early morning hour.  A Lady named Grace had the same bus route for years.  As she pulled the big yellow bus over in order to pick up the children awaiting her...

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TWO DIVERGENT SUGGESTIONS 
“Hey honey, how about taking a bicycle ride
Let the whirling wheels be our guide
We could ride by that willow you used to weep for
And the carpet of clover our eyes could not ignore

The two of us pedaling each as a pair
Just a...

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A yip
And a yap
And I am
Out the door fast
With a dog in front
That really needs to go
He sprints outside
And I follow in his stead
Only staying in the yard
So I’ll only close
The door to the house
Outside, he runs to
His heart’s content,
Nowhere to be
And now is free
Roaming...

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some it ends the pain
some it begins it
ends power
or passes it on
End and starts stories
defies life
and defines
why is it kept hidden
in the sobs
of echo walls
Death needs some pr
I may sound flippant
but if i do
would i care
sorry just wanting to share
Is death the truth 
we all...

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