Best Dark Hours Poems
The Tower Rebuilt...I shall resolve to leave this
Place now...
And steadfastly search out,
Nestling between ridge and bluff
Amidst the folds of a foreign
Land,
Several acres of unkempt ground
Fallow and rough;
......
Continue reading...
Categories:
dark hours, hope,
Form:
Rhyme
They'Re Going Forward...O God of the universes of Creation as a whole
I raise my hands; and open my heart and soul.'
Prostrate I call upon your power, to bless my
Friends in these long dark hours' these days
Long abhorr......
Continue reading...
Categories:
dark hours, appreciation, assonance, christian, courage,
Form:
Rhyme
The Old Dark House...The Old Dark House
This tale of “The Old Dark House” is one that’s replete with a
most horrid sense of pure evil and macabre, and is worth being
retold each year during the deep-dark hours of Al......
Continue reading...
Categories:
dark hours, dark, dream, evil, fantasy,
Form:
Narrative
Truth Found, Recovery of a Broken Soul...Truth Found, Recovery Of A Broken Soul
1.
In nightmarish dreams he found such great dread
Of lost hope, life's decay, eyes of the dead.
Day's clear lights his damaged mind repaired
Deep traps ......
Continue reading...
Categories:
dark hours, art, deep, farm, hope,
Form:
Rhyme
The Smiles Follow You...The golden hour for rising has arrived, and there are violet roses in the sky,
So, I bid hello to you, my robust friend, as the vibrant, cerise birds float by.
The obsidian night, it was very lon......
Continue reading...
Categories:
dark hours, fantasy, imagery, joy, nature,
Form:
Couplet
I Am...Who am I is a question,
That baffles and confuses me.
Aren’t I a stranger to myself,
When in me angels and demons cohabit,
Dwelling side by side.
Sometimes I am mired in confusion.
Sometimes ......
Continue reading...
Categories:
dark hours, i am, life, light,
Form:
Free verse
Journal..."As water flows down when a faucet is turned on, thoughts and feelings pour out into a journal cleansing the heart" ~ By Poet
I keep a journal, a treasure chest of memories.
Where I record ea......
Continue reading...
Categories:
dark hours, best friend, how i
Form:
Free verse
- the Old Dark House -...This tale of “The Old Dark House” is one that’s replete with a
most horrid sense of pure evil and macabre, and is worth being
retold each year during the deep-dark hours of All Hallows’ Eve
before......
Continue reading...
Categories:
dark hours, dark, dream, evil, fantasy,
Form:
Narrative
The Old Dark House...This tale of “The Old Dark House” is one that’s replete with a
most horrid sense of pure evil and macabre, and is worth being
retold each year during the deep-dark hours of All Hallows’ Eve
before......
Continue reading...
Categories:
dark hours, dark, dream, evil, fantasy,
Form:
Narrative
Stranded...A raging river tenaciously floods
Tannins and silts combine to dark blood
A hut, just fifty metres, occupying their sight
Two men, cold and wearied, stuck for the night
An adventure all plan......
Continue reading...
Categories:
dark hours, adventure, earth, nature, success,
Form:
Narrative
Rivers of Time...Like rivers of time / our lives drift by /
as seasons / providing the trees /
acquire soft, green leaves / and then in time /
turning red and golden / shed their leaves.
Travelers in time ar......
Continue reading...
Categories:
dark hours, lifeday, time, day, life,
Form:
Free verse
A New Year...The carcasses of rockets litter grass
dark hours advanced since midnight bells have chimed
and revellers stood watching seconds pass
to cheer and kiss to strains of 'Auld Lang Syne'.
Outside, fro......
Continue reading...
Categories:
dark hours, new year,
Form:
Sonnet
Escaping Rita...Chased mercilessly
over well- worn tar
palpable loss pushes
a sable brush
dunked in dread
a furious deluge
of fear
oozes out
blackens every inch
of familiar landscape
what if’s
eat......
Continue reading...
Categories:
dark hours, fear, scary, surreal, travel,
Form:
Free verse
Past Present Future...My nostalgic trip started in the train station, where I gazed upon an entry hall that resembled a faded photo in a faded album. I clung to the hope of a futuristic carriage.
Sat at your table
You......
Continue reading...
Categories:
dark hours, future,
Form:
Haibun
I Heard the Owl Call My Name...I heard the owl call my name,
like a backbeat in a child's voice,
etched in shadows of a father's grave,
lonely echoes on a frosted night...
at dawn I'll be immortal again,
renewed by a work......
Continue reading...
Categories:
dark hours, dream, war, , cute,
Form:
Free verse