Best Dark Metaphor Poems

He tried to fly
flapped his wings

High above him
a dark duvet
drizzled sadness

Only yesterday,
or was it last week
his wings and feet
carried him

little raven
didn't remember

Carry me
carry me
he squeaked
to his sorrowful parents

We have to go
they said
hipping hither
and thither

He hid his head
under his useless wings
and waited
and wailed

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September 17, 2017
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I’ve never been where they’ve been,
chasing the mirage in the desert storm.
I look into their tranced eyes,
see their vision transfixed on illusion,
the shroud of ruse spreads on sneaky people.

The gleam of oasis out of their sight,
they lie on wasteland like dry shadow of trees
that have...

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Hot zones of danger,
dark places
where dense hearts go
Hearts that are cold as ice
Roll the dice ... 
take a chance on fatal corona exploration
Go ghetto orbital
and gamble with your porcelain life
You’ve been whitely warned:
Shun the spots — 
the darkside of the Helios shadows,
where the sun don’t...

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One night at my house a strange man had got in
When I asked him to leave he gave me a grin
I called the authorities who were of no use
He slipped out the back door, a man on the loose

But then he returned as soon as...

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Abandoned are thine eyes, as they see not faces or light. Search now do they not, for there is no longer beauty in sight. The shapes of the world blur together, left now are no distinguishing lines. Only hues of greys lay before him, contrasting...

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The demon spawns temptation in the minds of mortal men
Exposed is their dark desires, lifted from the pits of hell
Evil breeds in the fiery depths of Satan’s beastly lair
Seeds planted to grow in shadowed corners of a heart

Abysmal minds of the frail are openly inclined...

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he left behind his home of coral
in search of better things,
breaking vows and flaunting morals,
cutting loose from tightening strings 

trapped between the sea and land,
he scuttles 'cross an endless beach,
stranded on the burning sand,
he seeks a place he'll never reach

nirvana, no; nor heaven's gate 
is...

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"Where is the sun, where is the moon?"
the mirror asks.
He sees the silence in the other's gaze—
crouched against the wall
an empty face where once
two small diamonds burned
and cut in two
who once was whole

"Where is the blanket for the cold?"
the mirror asks.
He swipes a star 
from...

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-- James Ph. Kotsybar

The zombies are coming; no one knows why –
no time to ponder such things anyhow.
Apocalypse gives us no time to cry.
Survival is all we can think of now.

They hunt for us in slow, relentless mobs
and push past all our barricades by force.
We...

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Cat in the tree, searching for a rat

Dog on the ground barking at a bat

Deer in the meadow watching the site

Hunter in the hills aiming his sights

The bear in the cave was woken and awaiting to strike

Hunter pulls the trigger, as the bear goes for...

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My hopes lay dying,
     caught in webs the night had spun;
          will they hide the morning ray?
I calmed my crying,
     dwelled on dawn's bright golden sun;
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Skipping heartbeats in the air
With the warm sun in your voice
In the cozy tipsy room
The pen is restless
 
Pink desires of crimson fruits
Have gone to the dense woodland
To drink wine from the moon cup
The box is greedy
 
Ice on pulsating sweet heat
Flames on slice of...

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- The reality perspectives
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Where I live is in between
A memory and a dream
Walking a tightrope each day
I light my self on fire
And take a big box
And head down Main Street
The weasels in the front of Bill’s Cafe
Love it, spewing hate and spit
And laughing at me because they don’t...

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The Flavors of Darkness

The numbing blackness without cold or heat engulfs.
I float in calm brackish decaying still waters offering no struggle.
My lips taste its decomposing and dying matter. 
I should cough and gag on its foul disdainful taste.
Swallowing without thought I do not relish nor...

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