Best Blacking Poems
Summer Storm
The wind blows – quick, hard, fast – the hot stillness is broken
Corn stalks weave wildly as the wind marches through it rows
Dust rises to greet this invading storm
Large drops of heavy rain hit with a thud
Lightening electrifies and paints the blacking sky
Hail rips leaves from their home – a hard crack of thunder
Clouds tumbling, rolling, forming into a funnel
A loud rushing noise – a banshee scream
Trees snap, the wind-train thunders by . . . then a deep silence
Holding hands they arise from underground
Sky clearing, sun peeking through
A double rainbow appears – a promise – life . . . love
Winter Storm
The night is cold and wet, slick over bridges curving edge
The rain freezes turning sheets of ice into nature’s sculpture
Electrical power lines coated thick -- snap, taking heat away from all
Nights of darkness with candles are filled with hearts of hope
Ice storms that cripple a city and put a halt on activities
As beautiful as they are terrifying, they demand a reckoning
When January blows out fierce and February is held captive
Our human spirit tired and cold but not beaten
Prays for warmer days ahead with confidence
Nights of hearths and man made fires
Fur lined slippers and flannel robes
Better off indoors, with close kin . . . warmed with hope and love
Written in collaboration with Mystic Rose
Beautiful is the friendship of a Mystic Rose . . . sweet and warm
Categories:
blacking, storm,
Form:
Free verse
In this small square room of mental illusion,
I look at my reflection in a state of desolation.
I'm not what I am in this state of confusion,
I'm trampled on the ground by my sense of delusion.
I'm a black-hole in the corner of one of my classes,
absorbing all hatred and negativity that passes.
I see no light, nor a glimmer of hope,
what I haven't learnt is the courage to cope.
I need contraceptives for my mind.
Can't bear this cynicism and broken lies.
My thoughts are sown with verbal abuses,
raised by water like the weeds on turf-grasses.
Solitude was my belief in transient relief.
Its not a permanent cure, but just a relief.
When I snap out of it, I'm in the very same shoes,
I'm leached out of my strength, from out of the blue.
Escape from reality has never been an option.
Blacking out on drugs have never been a solution.
The past three years, I have witnessed huge losses,
instead of the results, now I discern the causes.
It might not just be mine, but your life too,
But what the wise men say, is indeed true -
Your deep sense of hurt, builds up your power,
because what doesn't kill you, makes you stronger...
Categories:
blacking, allusion, emotions, imagery, inspiration,
Form:
Rhyme
The leaden gray blacking clouds
Open up and drops me upon the earth.
I fill the lakes and make the rivers run.
I fall into the hustle and bustle of crowds
As they huddle under their umbrellas.
My wet glistening drops tip-tap dance
Quenching the thirst upon nature.
I am cool as I fall on surfaces like rooftops.
My rhythmic soothing sound
Lulls even the savage beast to sleep.
3/23/2024
Categories:
blacking, earth, nature,
Form:
Personification
Dark though inside stars can keep you warm
But like arias— never stepping chase
This solo softens when distance far
For blacking out slowly— memory's sake.
I see you so beautiful in gray.
And I'm gray too— in your bright waxing dust;
Where I riddle away with our cause.
In this dizain, I pull on you near—
Though we sidestep a shadow love,
Falling stars flicker in eyes— my tears.
Categories:
blacking, deep, emotions, humanity, introspection,
Form:
Dizain
THE BLACKING OF THE HOLE
Hello! Mars!
Are you there?
We got some money for you down here!
Do you need some foreign aid
I tell you what we'll do
there's lots of money comin in
we'll beam some up to you!
And if you need some more someday
our address is NASA BLACK HOLE
where we can throw our money in
all day and never go broke!
NASA have spoke!
mo money$ mo money$ mo money$
Categories:
blacking, earth day, space,
Form:
Lyric
The wind blows – quick, hard, fast – the hot stillness is broken
Corn stalks weave wildly as the wind marches through it rows
Dust rises to greet this invading storm
Large drops of heavy rain hit with a thud
Lightening electrifies and paints the blacking sky
Hail rips leaves from their home – a hard crack of thunder
Clouds tumbling, rolling, forming into a funnel
A loud rushing noise – a banshee scream
Trees snap, the wind-train thunders by . . . then a deep silence
Holding hands they arise from underground
Sky clearing, sun peeking through
A double rainbow appears – a promise – life . . . love
Categories:
blacking, hope, storm,
Form:
Free verse
Sobbing , weeping he slept that night,
Heavy on his heart,
Pain inside.
Rose up from the slumber,
Heavy fog clouding his eyes,
Dense and denser it grew,
And feeble eyes lost all hope to preview.
Creeping on anxiety, agony and shame,
Society looking at them as people insane.
Understanding their pain is not what they expect,
Just a longing for acceptance , love and respect.
Paralysed they are by the society,
Crunched in the game of hierarchy.
Broad in thinking you say,
Lack the guts to discuss sex any way.
Unnatural act and thus illegal,
Do you even know the syllable of this evil !!
*********** or Dignity, what is it ?
The fickleness of your mind is still uplift.
Blacking them out,
Is this the solution ?
Or ending their bumpy journey,
Is this that will bring the evolution ??
Categories:
blacking, change, discrimination, grief, longing,
Form:
Free verse
THE BLACKING OF THE HOLE
Hello! Mars!
Are you there?
We got some money for you down here!
Do you need some foreign aid
I tell you what we'll do
there's lots of money comin in
we'll beam some up to you!
And if you need some more someday
our address is NASA BLACK HOLE dot guv
where we can throw our money in
all day and never go broke!
NASA have spoke!
mo money$ mo money$ mo money$
© ron wilson (aka Vee Bdosa)
Categories:
blacking, adventure, angst, art, black
Form:
Double Dactyl
The dark truth;
There is nothing good in falling, nothing good in fainting
Just getting hurt, and blacking out.
Blacking out is missing in action and bleeding is bleeding.
There is nothing interesting in dreaming, nothing helpful in admiring
Just the misconception about sound sleep and the annoying urge
Craving is not attaining; variance in quality discerns means of acquisition.
There is no good in saying sorry, pay back enrages less.
Humanity seeks vengeance. Forgiveness is getting even
Humanity seeks vengeance, forgiving tastes bitter.
Bitter is bitter, sadness is sadness, the feeling is what it is.
There is no cure for being blue; there is no tonic for melancholy.
To heal is accepting to live with the sad memories. Like there is an option.
There is never going back, there is never going beyond your existence.
Ghosts are real and hallucination is not insanity. Time travel is fiction.
Madness is living in the two worlds; of apparitions and scientists. Science is
real.
There is nothing like water. Substitutes are either too saccharine or too nasty
Water is like living within your means, metaphorical lemons are the suffering
selfless
The sweet are the most vulnerable, the lost in their lost courses.
Pursuit has an end and not certainly at an arrest, fatigue saves the guilty.
Failure doesn’t show the image of success. Success is just success.
Failing again and again is a fair warning. Success will always be illusive.
Shrinks are not for inspiration, money is their inspiration
The work of the poor is not to make examples out off as humility.
Anger is the best example of self-control. Fighting is the worst part of it.
Being poor as being rich comes in different forms,
Being rich can be luck but not certainly hard work, stealing takes you there.
Working for something gives you exactly that thing, extra is comforting.
Bliss; bliss, bliss, ignorance is not bliss. Perhaps death
The silence, the silence and the silent residence…
Then death is not the only scary thing. Solitude is too.
Poetry; this is one of them, buried in voices of scaring truth.
Poetry is not words either, poetry is life and life is everything, poetry is
anything.
Something sad, something glad, and anything you may add. Try the bad.
Categories:
blacking, inspirational, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
Victorian Era
~Victorian Era~
I think that the Victorian age would have suited me
The ingenuity fashion the great exhibition
Would all have been fascinating for me to see.
Not a child up chimneys, that’s not my mission
Not a Debtors Prison or Blacking factory.
None of these I’d do, that’s not my ambition.
I want to invent and better things for all,
The Victorian era was when inventors had a ball.
From Steam ships to sewers, lighting, and heating.
Bazalgette cleaned the streets Pettit and Smith made us warm
Lister invented antiseptic which we now use after eating.
Anaesthetic was invented, which is now the norm.
Science and technology all the greats were meeting
But prostitution and destitution were in need of reform.
A great Victorian lady I would have liked to be
But I am quite happy, with the twenty-first century me.
For: A Moment In Another Time by: Mandy Tams~GG~
Categories:
blacking, fantasy,
Form:
Ottava rima
I hang my head a dripping tear, you pull away ,
The lonliness , my only fear
I'm feeling shallow and so hollow ,
the feelings I have so hard to swallow .
A twisted heart my broken mind,
I am the pain that's been refined.
My sadness brews like no tomorrow .
filling my veins so full of sorrow.
I'm blacking out or so it seems,
it's like a needle so full of dreams..
James Stevenson............................
Categories:
blacking, loss
Form:
Lyric
Why do the birds insist on
chirping
When the dark cloud above
my head
Soaks me with all the
emotions
That have remained bottled up
for years
Until he came into the
picture..
Roses and orchids
Scented candles
Bath salts and all
He treated me good..
I remember the times when
Halo was the glow i saw above
his head
His saintly ways fast enough
To catch my tears before they
trickled down
Bending over backwards
To protect this poetic shrine
I called my heart
Writing on my walls as best as
i could
I made pages from
Memories
Spray painted my joy on brick
walled canvases
Pouring out my love from
buckets of comfortable
feelings
But the uncomfortability of a
comfortable situation started
When i saw daddy's face in his
face
Fire breathing
Huffing and puffing
Saying **** like
" I made you, so i can break
you"
Broke me he did..
Skulls bashing on windows
Cracking bones
Like a boxing ring
And i was on the other side of
Ali's fists
Blue and blacking
My flesh
Making unhappy rainbows on
my cheeks..
The uncomfortability of a
comfortable situation was..
Tearing my heart out
Like pages from an old
newspaper
I gues i was old news..
A story told too many times to
mean **** nomore
A statistic of a problem the
nation talks about once in
every year
An anniversary of perpetual
pain to the broken hearted..
Feeling unloved like a worn
out primary school uniform
I feel the emotions and
memories from back then
Twisting and turning
Reaching out of my soul
Yearning to break out nd
break me..
Break me like daddy broke
mommy
With his big bad hand
The sounds of breaking
glasses
Morphing itself into a lullaby
Pushing me to a corner in my
room where i rocked back and
forth
Waiting for the "bad dream"
To end..
Sorries are always forgotten
when a 'Bells' starts ringing
And Labels turn Black
Intoxicated or not
The match never ends..
Walking on eggshells,
Stagnant like words unspoken
I run to these pages
Inking them with the words
unsaid
The cries unheard
It dont stop the pain
But it does make the clouds
above my head
Stop the rain ...
Categories:
blacking, absence
Form:
ABC
Why do the birds insist on
chirping
When the dark cloud above
my head
Soaks me with all the
emotions
That have remained bottled up
for years
Until he came into the
picture..
Roses and orchids
Scented candles
Bath salts and all
He treated me good..
I remember the times when
Halo was the glow i saw above
his head
His saintly ways fast enough
To catch my tears before they
trickled down
Bending over backwards
To protect this poetic shrine
I called my heart
Writing on my walls as best as
i could
I made pages from
Memories
Spray painted my joy on brick
walled canvases
Pouring out my love from
buckets of comfortable
feelings
But the uncomfortability of a
comfortable situation started
When i saw daddy's face in his
face
Fire breathing
Huffing and puffing
Saying **** like
" I made you, so i can break
you"
Broke me he did..
Skulls bashing on windows
Cracking bones
Like a boxing ring
And i was on the other side of
Ali's fists
Blue and blacking
My flesh
Making unhappy rainbows on
my cheeks..
The uncomfortability of a
comfortable situation was..
Tearing my heart out
Like pages from an old
newspaper
I gues i was old news..
A story told too many times to
mean **** nomore
A statistic of a problem the
nation talks about once in
every year
An anniversary of perpetual
pain to the broken hearted..
Feeling unloved like a worn
out primary school uniform
I feel the emotions and
memories from back then
Twisting and turning
Reaching out of my soul
Yearning to break out nd
break me..
Break me like daddy broke
mommy
With his big bad hand
The sounds of breaking
glasses
Morphing itself into a lullaby
Pushing me to a corner in my
room where i rocked back and
forth
Waiting for the "bad dream"
To end..
Sorries are always forgotten
when a 'Bells' starts ringing
And Labels turn Black
Intoxicated or not
The match never ends..
Walking on eggshells,
Stagnant like words unspoken
I run to these pages
Inking them with the words
unsaid
The cries unheard
It dont stop the pain
But it does make the clouds
above my head
Stop the rain ...
Categories:
blacking, absence
Form:
ABC
Fear runs through her entire body,
As she takes the dagger from her boyfriends case.
She quietly walks through the kitchen,
Writing a note telling him everything will be okay.
The open door lets in a cold winter breeze,
Her bare feet sinks deep into the snow.
She kneels on the ground holding the dagger in her hand,
And she thrusts it into her chest nice and slow.
The pain is excruciating but she keeps on going,
She feels the blood run down her fingers,
As she fights blacking out,
The dark begins to linger.
Her mind was made up,
But now she made the mistake,
She left her love behind,
She’s fighting to say awake.
She opened her eyes as wide as she could,
To look up into the face of her love,
He felt the warmth of her blood.
He carried her to the car,
And drove as fast as he possibly could,
Arrived at the hospital,
With thought he misunderstood.
“Why would she take her life,
She knows I love her so,
I never thought this day would come,
The day I had to let her go.”
Categories:
blacking, caregiving, death, depression, girlfriend-boyfriend,
Form:
look in the mirror you prostitute
see what i see
you sleep with men for many reasons but none for love
you think it compensates for the pain
go ahead and spread your legs die more everyday
you mine as well be a hooker standing on the corner
you pass the time with strangers on your back
saying its only sex what's the matter
go ahead and sniff another line it's only killing your brain
who cares if you burn a whole in your nose or get a blood clot
it makes you feel good till you have no more
here's a shot of hennessey never mind take the bottle
you are a big girl now you graduated to blacking out
the men you sleep with love it when your passed out
you look so cheap and rugged when your drunk
here roll this bag of weed it'll blow your mind away
then jump in the car and drive until you pass out
you are a sad case of the human race when you live like you do
no educatuion no great job you live from check to check
it's time to get your life together and stop living wrong
go ahead and steal from that store again
prison has many cells waiting just for you
your friends and family have written you off
because your living wrong
i am just here to point this out to you
to hold your hand and keep you strong
i am you you are me we are a team we are unity
i am your best friend your only friend your worst enemy
like i said before look in the mirror and you will see me
you can do this for us
(for the "what you need to hear "poem)
Categories:
blacking, hopefriend, men, mirror, sleep,
Form:
Free verse