Best Bleaker Poems

Grab that whimsey, don't wipe the blow.
The feeling, of fear, starts to grow
Creepy tendrils that dart around
In your head, they can't be bound

Unleash the power...

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Standing next to a fire hydrant
Alone
Sitting on a park bench
Bothered by you
rather I be alone
Looking into a broken mirror
Cliche'
People bore me. That they do.
I'm a...

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Think Again

I think of stuff all day
I think of stuff all night
Sometimes I think stupid
Sometimes I think bright
But I never think it wrong
Cos I am...

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Lament

Brooding days,
     Vanquished in the unconnected gloom,
            Shower frost,
Standing watch...

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My eyes are getting weaker,
Tho' I seem to see so much more.
My days are getting bleaker, 
Tho' I laugh more oft than before.

A laughter so...

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The answer used to come with great ease
My answer wasn’t an answer at all, but a complimentary question,
“What’s it like to not be a twin?”

I...

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The graying of days

Devouring of food becomes the filler !
Days healing rays, it’s light ever shorter !
Misty moments are becoming thicker !
Fog hangs heavy, becoming...

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The last time you felt good, you played along with them, and they were fooled
The feeling inside was blue and you always considered the suicide...

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Almost Christmas according to my calendar,
the stores are decorated and in a clamor;
snow falls in the frozen sky making days bleaker,
a beggar holds out his...

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Everything seems better when I am in my own world 
Everything is better when there is no one there
Once when I had someone 
When I...

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The weaker 
the wine, 
the bleaker 
the swine.

Volodymyr Knyr
2014...

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Old age can be a lonely time for some,
friends become acquaintances, then slip away.
Lifelong achievements bolster your resume,
but as inks fade, memoirs seem so humdrum.
And...

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Once again, the trees speak
 in a soft and gentle whisper
 while subtly dancing in the wind.
Then as witness to my indifference
 it gusts a...

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I once heard a girl on Maury call her so-called husband a “motivational speaker”. 
He pimped, cheated, and beat her. 
But she said that he...

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Like a stalking hoarse,

Have endured shrewd days and night,

Like the physician ampoule,

Ready on my skin to pour.

flights from ignorance left these 

Strawberry marks,

Eyes glued on...

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