Best Blacked Poems

Blacked Heart


Within the blackness blissed lies the love that has been missed
For within the miasma mist a darkish deprived heart does resist
Of the silenced sounds...

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Everyone is so uptight.
I just came to drink and they all wanna fight.
Some sixfoot seven pissed off dude.
Just blacked my eye.
Cause his girlfriend just happened...

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I was an accomplished librarian, who took pleasure from written words,
As opera singers find their pleasure, in the halls where music is heard.

I was well...

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THIS IS A TRUE STORY. I CAN NOT DISCUSS THE DETAILS AT THIS TIME. THE CASE IS STILL IN THE COURTS. THAT IS THE REAL...

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POWER OUTAGE

I should say outrage!
My favorite T.V. show
Blacked-out just like (snap!) that
Wind was like a hurricane
Scared hell out of the cat

Whole trees blown over
My house...

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I lay awake in that dark hour and was reflecting on my life
From all the travelling I had done to the breakup with my wife
I...

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An empty room was the scenery to his death
Not a single living soul was present to witness the events that took place
A sliding door covered...

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His eyes dilated and
I saw beads of sweat gather
on the tip of his nose.
His jawline was clenched 
and his fingers were fidgeting.
Did I say something...

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I so adored late hours. I was what you would call a night owl,
As fireflies seldom appear, until creamy moon is on the prowl.

I loved...

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When first I set eyes
On that long brown hair and thoose slender thighs.
Darlin I have to admit.
It did more than make my blood pressure rise.

I...

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Well the house was rock & rolling,
and the dance floor was pulsating,
I had myself too many drinks,
then drank two or three more.
All the ladies, they...

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I sit quietly, while I belittle a storm
That’s been brewing for some time. 
It crashes in a drunken rage,
And mellows out into the softening wind...

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Do I Still Dream

dreams !
do i still dream?
not without tears in my big brown watered eyes
not without a blindside heavy blacked heart
and not without thinking...

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Cigarette ash on the torn page of a Keroac
Told us to “Burn Burn Burn”, so we never looked back. 
We fled, our hearts ablaze like...

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TROPICAL STORM

midday darkness heavy
    rain pounds, winds howl---
           trees topple as huts...

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