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 mountain ranges never tamed
Hunter Gatherers burned to reduce the fuel load
The protectors now heading down the wrong road
By letting the fuel build to immense dimensions
A massive fire just waiting to turn the land ashen
The spirit of storm clouds gathers up high
For the rangers this is pleasing to the eye
But alas, this building spiral of cloud is dry
Just building thunder heads in the sky
The inner circle of the clouds one big mass
Intermingle, then with violence they clash
Spewing bolts of lightning to the ground
But not a drop of precious rain to be found
A searing bolt of lightning grounds
Amid the drought-stricken pencil pines
An explosion of sparks, then flames
A fire is born the lightening to blame
Spreading quickly with the brisk westerly winds
The fire races through the dry Button grass plains
A massive cloud of smoke drifts east
Alerting the protectors to this massive beast
The call goes out for fire fighters and water bombers
As the black smoke causes concern to near-by loggers
For the fire now a catastrophic inferno
Consuming the wilderness like no tomorrow
The water bombers and man-power useless
Against this cataclysm of wild fire that has unleashed
Thousands of acres of pristine wilderness
Now blackened and scared, a nothingness
For weeks it burned, some 100,000 acres
Now tamed by remote area fire-fighters
But the scars from the fire yet to discover
A landscape that will take years to recover
Global warming, to blame many think
As this South-West area was always wet
Many years of below average rainfall
Perhaps Mother-Nature having her revenge
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 blackness seizes their thrones.
Pictures, paintings and murals are consumed
By infernos of midnight flames.
They serve no purpose. Stripped from
Their homes, oh how the walls stand naked.
Books: letters, burst with ink. Flooding
Pages in wretched shadows, leaving them
Handicapped within this nightmare. Mirrors:
Oh how they no longer haunt my approval,
For my existence is not within them.
This reflective world is so foreign. As I
Do not perceive it. Gleaming light bulbs
Nay not be ignite, as they do not
Illuminate this gloom.
I see the night within the day.
Emotions through sight, dead, they now lay.
For I see nothing, but feel everything
Before me. I’m lifeless, but living.
I shall not exist in a world
Of wonder and color. Only
In a world that is four out of five.
I shall exist in touch and in taste.
In fragrance and in hearing, but blackened
Shall my eyes stay
For its been too long since they’ve gone away.
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 generations its seeds.
Horrific grey ashen ground, burned out roots
heedless, needless trampling by human boots
No more, shall birds nest in its high covers
or it shade hidden romance of lovers,
hath thy blackened heart replaced blood with stone
and soul wed itself to money alone?
As thy life's walk leads to malignant seas
heed thee not, Nature's cries about its trees
Does thy life dwell in great and soundless pits
where joy is measured in mad raving fits,
of lusts, ever craving for more and more
and widespread destruction from shore to shore?
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 generations its seeds.
Robert J. Lindley, 8-19-2017
(Nature poem, written as requested my poetess friend)
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 feet commanded to walk in midnight pains
Avoiding love as its costs were too, too high
coward, wading desolation through canyons of despair
where black-singing nights, ooze more cuts
as ill-winds surround miseries and dreams
of yesterdays before death's hand gripped
the life of a beloved brother and friend
Avoiding that crossroad, one that can save this soul
renew joys of life, restoring Love, Truth and Heart
forgiving myself, for my yet being alive
forgiving myself, for life and going on
forgiving myself, for not seeking death
forgiving myself, for each sweet breath
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 feet commanded to walk in midnight pains
Free verse, 9-21-2019
written for SilentOne , Crossroads Contest
Flaming red corvette...
Billow sailed dry-docked xebec
smoking calumet
dark rain blackened earth
before the greening emerged
and blossoms burst forth
© Jan 16, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen
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!
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 free.
Her kissed curses were sinfully forgotten
though her lost heart still beats.
*I wrote this poem on April 7, 2021, as part of a ’30 days of poetry’ challenge. This was day 7 and the prompt was:Write a poem that embodies a very strong emotion. Can you guess the emotion I was going for? Let me know…
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 silent, placid shores?
But sing to me of sirens' song
To pull me down below.
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 in
Breath out
It all over
You throw it away
Step on it
So it doesn't start a fire
It takes away anger
It takes away pain
Great invention
Made by men
It is
The cigarette
Boneless tongue
Breaking heart
Like a drum
Beating starts
Curses curled
Painting pain
Verses hurled
All in vain
Name calling
Verbs abused
Heart falling
Words used
Start with N
End with grin
Worse shaming
To offend
Soul of gold
Blackened skin
Be so bold
To defend
Words absurd
Can’t break in
God’s true herd
Despite sin
On a hot and sleepless summer night,
Blackened silhouettes fill the skies,
It was blackbirds on their midnight flight;
In a chilling apocalyptic scene
They haunted the night with their cawing cries
The flap of their wings was like a thunder machine
Their numbers seemed endless, but just before dawn,
Before the sun did rise
The scary ebony mass was gone,
But they live on, in a nightmare that never dies!
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6-9-18
Rhyme Time 4- 10 Lines Contest
Sponsor: Laura Loo
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.
Beast was out.
Satish Verma
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 one true pain
Trapped within a hell bound soul
Controlled by a mind
That is truly insane
Written by Author Joseph Adam Burchett ,12/27/11
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 be
With a knife to my throat no more than 13 and he forced him self on me.
Its time for these things to come out
Its been eating my soul, I no longer want to shout.
In an house fire I was badly burned
A drugged up parents fault I later learned.
An absent father and a drunken violent step dad
The school bullies teased me for the things I never had.
Trusting people I've never been able to do
I thought everyone was capable of the things I been through.
Evil triumphed and took my innocence away
Sometimes I want revenge, I want them to pay.
This is just the times I was innocent, there is a lot more
I'm just telling you the things I didn't bring to my door.
I needed to get this out before my hearts as black as coal
I needed to forgive, if only for my own soul.