Best Dark Secret Poems

"Temper your enthusiasm,"
She said, 
"The extremes of your reactions;
You should have 
A more conventional frame
On which to hang 
Your unconventionality."
"Don't push people,"
She said,
"You make yourself vulnerable."

She told me not to rhapsodise,
That it would be difficult,
Impossible, perhaps,
For me to harness my dynamism.
The tone of my work,
She...

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Always wanted to know what it was like to be a woman
so I bought myself two small melons a wig and a bra.
ooh my back was aching within an hour.

I bought a lovely dress from walmart
pantyhose and a handbag from a bizarre
I tried on a...

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There is so much to tell
I can't describe it all
but at least I can make clear
The worst of all
I have been through a lot
my heart says end it all
My soul says wait there is another dawn
Again, I am standing alone
Thinking about then and now
Maybe I...

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Hidden I keep it...tied to my heart...
Under a layer of smiles...under a layer of joy...
Reeking of happy...it is safe...for now...

But...for how long will it be covered?
For when it escapes, it will be as a ravenous
Lion seeking to devour...

Many a full day has gone by that...

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My dark Secret
It’s dark and firm
I want it to be inside me.

It’s smooth and delicious
I can hardly wait to see.

My love of it grows; I want it I don’t care how
Not later I’m ready, I’m ready for it now.

I can’t wait for my tongue to...

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It’s the same old routine, day after day
when you live with a person that’s sick.
You can’t tell a soul the secret you keep
 if so you’ll lose friends real quick.

 I am not speaking of a sickness like flu
or even of a terminal kind.
No, this...

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Take off the ARMOR OF GOD!
   Remove the BREASTPLATE OF RIGHTEOUSNESS!                  
     Throw away the SHIELD OF FAITH!   
 ...

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Life has a way of playing games
hiding reality by my blindspot
walk along in life's dark dungeon
looking for the keys since in my cot

This dark dungeon is real deep
each step down is really so dark
unknown and fearful is my plight
wondering where next is no lark

Every waking...

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Lain carved into the mountainside,
Spiralling its way, through the mist,
A path no more than a meter wide,
Like the fading notes of Liszt.
An eagle circles, her chicks cried;
If I should fall, no one to assist.
Fleet foot,
Cloaked hood;
I scale without remorse.
Magical aetites stone,
Awaits for me, of course.
I...

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