Best Darkened Poems

'Neath umbra skies I seek a mirrored moment

the breeze a capricious charmer
blows serpentine sways to life
a ballet of tall switchgrass dancers
sweeping edges raspy green
dulling in the ever dimming light
their brassy symphony a soft cymbals’ siss
lure my thoughts to ramble a willowy maze
mesmerizing my mental landscape...

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In A Darkened Attic Room

In attic room, one window tightly shut,
Dwells broken heart hidden from future pain.
Bare as a savage brute's dark, empty hut-
Condemned to no hope, no future, no gain.

Where rests such perilous fear darkness reigns;-
Shattered dreams give rise to dark illusions.
Hope rejected brings...

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Written with sorrowful memories of the war taking
place inside the one I loved ~ through his perspective


I spent time with a friend in a low place
but that friendly face become a blur 
when the frown of Jesus stared back at me
from the bottom of an...

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A darkened night 
Tonight she's out
She stares at darkened waters 
Her gaze never wanders
She stares at her soul
Her mind, her heart 
Oh how they seems dark 
She reaches to touch 
Her thoughts a whirlwind 
Silent tears, never to be seen 
Falls slowly, she feels insane...

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Cloaked In Deceit And Hidden In Darkened Shrouds

I am done with giving to those that deceive
casting pearls to those that do not believe.
Why join with pretenders seeking a gold crown
when all they desire is to take you down?

Poetry is not game that some make it...

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I now see the crossroads my time is at hand
I’ve met the devil and proudly taken my stand
With my Lord and my God my heart will stay true
No matter what happens I’ll stand here with you
Your loyalty and wisdom are beyond compare
You gave us your...

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Enslaved by dominance and shackles,

Submissively obedient in silence,

Femme fatales with their modernized slavery,

Man kneels and then bows,

Yielding to remain in servitude,

Controlled by the darkened dominant feminine race....

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A ghost began whispering inside the soul's echo 
there one Trojan horse enters defeated 
spiritually the battle ground stands firmly fixed 
against those whom denounce the King 
misery will follow with disastrous events

Where human rights are exploited through chaos
quarrelsome beggars deny the basic truth to...

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His colours are usually red
Which stands for brotherhood
White which stands for purity and honesty
Blue which stands for love and good luck

However when I saw him recently
His colours had changed
They pierced my eye sight and hurt my pride
His colour had become a terrible nightmare to me

The...

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Dreams crumble just like my thoughts,
At least when I think of you.
I'm left gathering myself'
My minds eye's mirror's breaking through.
Broken shards of silver glass,
Reflecting horrors of broken paths.
I've let down myself in everything I do.
And I seem to have lost myself in the process of...

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A Darkened Path 



 l. 
 Into a dark hallway I pass through
 rest relics of dead days and dark nights;
 my body ever so sorely bruised, the pains
 speed me onward into another realm,
 gathering strength to fight this new abode
 so like my...

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In a darkened room
Where movement is
But heard or felt
Contact incidental
Sounds without shape
See only with our minds

In a darkened room
All are the same
Bodies without bias
Opinions vetted
Ideas exchanged
Between unseen sources

In a darkened room
All words equal
Perspectives void of prejudice
Paradigms erode
Race dismissed
We are but one

Let the conversation begin
In a...

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There afar in yon darkened keep,
Beyond my casement high,
Stands the stone of an angel lost 
That yet earthly lingers nigh.
The wind blows and the mist flows 
From the graven chill,  
And thus upon she wanders forth,       
For she...

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Hate, A Raging God Unto Its Darkened Crown

Hate like a tightly strung guitar, waits
for invisible touches that will set.
Burning torches against strong wooden gate
bring ashes from blazing hot sunset.

Can a deep hater ever see into dark soul
reflections that shatters his eyes.
Blind in his diggings, like...

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To the Darkened

What happened?
 to that sweet voice,
 those of the great States men;
I.K Musazi, Apollo M.O, Grace Imbingira

those that!
Engineered, ostracized, defiance and rejection.
Through the streets of Kampala-mukkade,
Yet with an enthusiasm of high fledged patriotism spirit
Embedded, and flourished in their hearts
Those who erected the concrete...

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