Best Blackened Poems

Scarred and Blackened

In Tasmania’s rugged but scenic South West
Lies an ancient land of pristine wilderness
Protected by a World Heritage Listing
An eco-system a thousand years nesting

A land of Aboriginal spiritual dreamtime
Where rare native flora survives, like Pencil Pine
And fauna abound on the Button Grass plains
With rugged...

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This tale is true and mine. A world 
Of wonder and color surrounded me 
Long-ago. Bliss, fulfillment and freedom 
Dwelled by my side. This picturesque planet, 
For a person who renders it useless.

Me: an inmate imprisoned in darkness. 
Colors bleed out in streams of absence
As...

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Hath Thy Blackened Heart Replaced Blood With Stone

Why hath thy wanton greed no end in sight
seeking to cover day by dark of night
Why would thy greed led to destroy thy own
as in thy Nature's destruction thus shown,
slash and burn forests in thy awful greed
deny future...

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Journey Through Time's Long Blackened Maze

Avoiding many pitfalls, I walked a narrow ledge
a tramp searching for treasures that would heal  
 empty soul since death had stolen so much
 had cast sorrows as ocean waves of grief
 as solemn shores of jagged glass
 bare...

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Flaming red corvette...
Billow sailed dry-docked  xebec
smoking calumet...

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dark rain blackened earth
before the greening emerged
and blossoms burst forth

© Jan 16, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen...

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Wings,
springs and metallic Strings
flesh and bone;
Nails...
In stone.
Sliver shone;
On Blackened Sand death has ran…
Skulls and auto things; blood and sweat...
Blue tears flown
across a desert of Red;
Alone.
Death had ran
under a dark sun
with wings made 
of Sting and Metallic Springs!...

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A cobwebbed threshold 
of her festering wound.
The foul rush of shadow and abandonment
spoiled just beyond recognition. 

Embers of a chaotic ritual 
and venom searing vehemently
through the flames of her blackened heart
becoming death’s latest rendezvous.

Darkness has a tight grip on her
even light refuses to set her...

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Across figurative and literal blackened white board...

Where death of democracy writ large,
nevertheless psychological strength predominates
unlike earlier chapters of mein kampf.

Mine hardscrabble existential debacle 
spelled losing game
swept me up in malevolent mindset 
far adrift from harbored haven; 
I floundered like a fish out of water 
entangled...

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A hot body 
    was a hymn to the night.

I will drink 
    the moonlight.	

In December- 
    a poem ? Words freeze

in full bloom. The  
    corona becomes blue.

A rose bud breached.
...

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How often do these tiny blooms 
Of sorrow fill my soul?
In songs of fire lit long ago
Left burning by the snow.

How often do these solemn dreams
Speak of my troubled soul?
And sink my heart ten depths apart
From blackened tainted ores.

How often does my ship set sail
To...

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Let's talk about what I don't want you to know
The things that hurt, the ones I never want to show.
They've stuck in my mind and blackened my heart
Its only logical to go to the rape and start.
A day I found how evil man can truly...

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Smoke is everywhere
Deep breath
Inhale
Blow out
You smell it
It smells of death
You poison other people
Around you
Near you
You hate
You know it does no good
You dont care though
You take in another breath
Think of everyone
You're affecting
Blow out
You start to laugh
Smile on your face
You love hurting people
You don't care about them
Breath...

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Freezing cold 
New and old
Haunts my soul
Hate is my only foe

Blackened heart
Made from the start
Evil my one true art

My tortured bones
Again alone
Know one dares to break my hate stone

Rants of rage 
Fills this page
For the new age 
To burn and blame
Inside this devilish flame
Lies my...

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Let it remain
ovarian pure. After strangulating
the truth,
for hypoxic euphoria.

Flies in your face
the dirt,
the denial, the terracota
of superposition of speech
hiding self-interest.

Blackened crozier
for wrinkeled crotch
drops the ashes of love
on unopened buds.

Weeping willow sways
in warm winds of prayers.
Strawberry in holes
nothing like bruise.


 
SATISH VERMA...

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