Best Darkish Poems
Blacked Heart
Within the blackness blissed lies the love that has been missed
For within the miasma mist a darkish deprived heart does resist
Of the silenced sounds heard escapes a lonely wounded word
Of the slumbered souls spurred amidst the dormant eyes blurred
Amongst the burials buried blind my lamenting love is left behind
In a clustered cave confined echoes of a manqué mind maligned
For in a cathedral chastised chant my thoughts in a ravaging rant
In a primal punitive pant bled emotions erected in a penile implant
Where my apocalyptic asylum stands ruling tyrant of sin commands
And demons dream of wastelands I parochially pray with idle hands
My heart a deeper dark by the hour is left in a storm a fragile flower
Upon this shattering shower ardently abandoned with a dying dour.
Music by Enigma - 'Amen'
June.26.2018
Abandon 2
Sponsored by: Brenda Chiri
Red, color of madness,
The way I feel about you.
Black, the scent of your hair,
Stroking against my breasts.
Pink, the lips of my lover,
Blushing toward the bush.
Creamy, the feel
Of your push.
Throbbing colors
I feel within.
Crimson, your face,
In orgasmic gaze,
White, the purity I have forever lost.
Hot, your arms content.
Cherry, my cheeks in bloom.
Green, your eyes so sleepy.
Steamy, your breath arising.
Rosy, my rounded chest,
Asking for your tresses...
Sleep, so darkish and dreamy,
After this sexual conflict,
On horizontal canvas.
© 2009 Stefania Carmen Misaila
Three truant scholars spending our sabbaticals
in crisp Colorado, we all re-read Walden,
dared to drink from streams so icy clear
the fish seemed suspended in mid-air.
Our flimsy nylon shelters shielded us
from what weather there was to worry on,
as summer slipped to autumn
and autumn waned winterward.
Four full years past we trekked those trails
through stands of timber frequented by fox,
by birds, by deer -- and by growling grizzlies.
We walked well-wooded hillsides
of mixed conifers and broadleaf.
In deep drafts we breathed the earthy air.
Now, when my son hugs his honey bear,
red-jacketed, black-button eyed,
I see the hellish maw, the bloodied claw,
of the darkish-brown raging beast
that tore off my arm and maimed
two sages, amid the yellow quaking aspen
where, yet, that gory grizzly ages.
DARK
Dark rule- Dark scenes
Hitler. Thriller.
Dark cell. Dark stay
in jail. in hell.
Evening Dark night.
Darkens. No light.
Dark play. Darkish
Betray. Malice.
Dark dream : Dark show:
Night mare. Shadow.
Dark bar, Dark thought
Choco. Ego.
Dark cloud. Dark Sun ,-
roars loud. Eclipse.
Dark days : More ! Dark
Shattered. Matter.
Dark death- Dark space
last breath. Void.
05/19/23
A Brian Strand Premier no. 1218
Sixth Place
Contest by Brian Strand
An unconventional comedian
Indian born comic Spike Milligan
His dark humour in sketches
Had the people in stitches
Without doubt was a very funny man.
When his friend Harry Secombe passed away
Spikes quite darkish humour came into play
Said "Glad he went before me
He'd have sang out of pity "
At Spike's service they played one anyway .
Now peacefully in his grave he lies still
In a lonely church yard up on the hill
His dark humour won the day
When sadly he passed away
His headstone says , I told you I was ill...
When told to tow the lines
In steno-scopic sight,
Rebellious of the signs
Fight for your right to fight.
Presented with the guff
That all shall be all-right,
Predictably it’s rough
Fight for your right to fight.
Narcissistically!
Opposability!
Demonstrability!
Vindicability!
Welcome to the kingdom
Where will is just a blight,
Just a severed symptom
Fight for your right to fight.
Septic it may happen
In day or maybe night,
Shy of what you reckon
Fight for your right to fight.
Narcissistically!
Opposability!
Demonstrability!
Vindicability!
Lorded over ever
I’ll see the victor’s height,
Falling to the never
Fight for my right to fight.
I’ll beckon and I’ll win
From darkish into white,
Embedded in my skin
The simple right to fight!
Vindicability!
14/09/2013 ADO
Copyright 2013 Adam Parker
in the hands of bad
nothing remains better
fox gives assurance
So howls vivid mutter
darkish ghost’s sweet words
in the name of light
credulity’s the misguiding magic
sincere to other’s plight
odour’s the best smell
fragrance causes spit
God’s the for show only
harming instinct to commit
well dressed civilian’s focus
with barbarism’s civilized
God says to do good
but feels as criticized
A pea-sized emerald
pierces the navel, and
like a Tiger's Eye marble,
catches the sun's rays
on a scantily clad body.
Petite gold rounds
line the ears' outer edge
like quarter moons
cloistering a small face.
A superb gem
roosts left side of
a petite nose,
gleaming like
diamante on
darkish velvet.
A smile displays
highly-whitened
teeth, and a pocket
sized silver orb
rivets the center
of a pink tongue,
like a pearl of
an oyster waiting
to be culled.
Luxe jewels
pierced into
delicate skin,
manifests today's
fashion trends,
transcended
from distinct
domains of
centuries past.
Come out with me, my love.
The sun is shining bright today.
Come let’s enjoy the calm
Despite this mighty winter’s day.
For look ominous dark clouds gather
On the periphery of the horizon.
But it will not rain today, it's calm.
Only wispy white clouds can be seen rising.
Sure the trees are bare and icicles
Hang lonely here and there on darkish branches.
Still there is no cold wind to speak of.
Leafless offshoots will be still, not one dances.
Come out with me, my love.
The sun is shining bright today.
Come let’s enjoy the calm
Despite this mighty winter’s day.
Slowly follow the uneven path
Until a meandering rill we detect.
It leads towards a homely tavern
Two cups of hot black coffee we won't reject.
Night will soon creep upon our cold world
Back home we must soon repair as the dark clouds
Silently gather above our skies,
Back to our home, away from maddening crowds.
Come out with me, my love.
The sun is shining no more today.
Let’s enjoy the calm at home
Despite this mighty winter’s day.
BLUE FAIRY in BLUE HOLE
Large marine vertical cavern
or sink-hole as we learn
open to ocean-surface:
Great marvel no less,
nearly, roughly circular, in particular
appearing in darkish blue, amazing hue!
Spectacular Blue Hole in oceanic periphery.
High transparency of deep water stands,
entwined with white carbonate sand,
catching intense blue part of sun spectrum
sending dark blue reflection at random.
Blue Hole: Astounding charm.
Natural formation not a mystery.
Sinking into sapphire blue of your eyes
Great marvel no less
High transparency of depth in emotive urge
Astounding charm:
Blue lilac glaze reflecting natural amour: My Blue Fairy.
05/11/21
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 10
Contest by Mark Toney
One Dewy morn in month of May
When meads and green were half asleep
The breeze was filled with blooms and hay
And by the lake were herds of sheep
In tinkling bells, in tinkling bells
O life ! O soul! I cannot tell!
The clouds they smiled in Glee or weep
Which phantoms of the yester years
Came out of dark of darkish deep
I ventured in the echoing green
And saw such scene, thou never seen
O hark, O hear !
The sky was clear,
And on the earth
The sun hath smiled
The dewy blooms, in orchard room
With scented breath the clouds beguiled
They came in flocks on flocks in mead
They float like fleet in meadow wide
They faint in dale or Hamlet near
It was the eve of yester_year
The maidens sang as cut they crop
I wondered now stray or stop
They called me from the hamlet's meads
But none of them asked me to stop
They chased and chased for several miles
Then by the Grove of vine they stopth
Their calls all faint and fail and died
On misty scene then curtains dropth
O life! O dale, My breath inhale
I have to go, there can't I dwell
Untrodden ways all harken me
I am listening their silent bell
Thousands of miles I left behind
I crossed the sand the earth the well
In whitish mist I saw a hut
And by it snow white horse I saw
It came and kneel down on the grass
I rode on it in fear and awe
It ran as fast as it could ran
I was enthralled by nature plan
Continued...
Darkish blue, purples and reds,
Strokes of paint dance inside my head,
Evening lights, brushed just right,
I can taste this special night,
Moon far off, fading through this black frame,
Focus geared towards the star lit name,
Mina Mills, written in cursive swirls,
Each letter has a twist and twirl,
Extended road, destination straight,
Longing to know what awaits,
Autumn trees, almost bare,
Colors drip, as I stare,
Below, in the corner, hidden but alive,
a place that exists, though it's been Deprived,
A little shack leaning against a tree trunk,
Broken windows with a roof that has sunk,
Vacant and cold,
Abandoned, and old
Some what misplaced,
In such a beautiful place,
Leaves me questioning the artist intentions,
What was her reason for this subtle mention.
Contest: the picture frame
The blackberry tree, hanging some of its branches over her,
arbors, shelters and comforts her. The blackberry honeycombs,
like little dark blueblack hives of hexagonal shapes, fall around
the ground near her feet and on her lap, lapsing down like
tears. She sits on a chair underneath the tree.
It is not goodbye, this leave of absence he has taken ... it is only
a reprieve, an intermittent restraint of silence. The other, her
brother, has darkish brown eyes, tender and compassionate,
and is of a symbiotic nature akin to hers: loving, lonely, longing
to be loved; humane, musical, altruistic and intuitive. He seems, in
his talks and communications with her, to be teaching, tutoring and
guiding her, telling her to be patient and wait for her softly-sparkling
blue-eyed love - as he, her brother, gently plys and plays his lute
in chords of harmony.
I asked the Fall, Where are Thy songs?
She said that Gone with winds They all
They live with woodland nightingales
They live with larks and waterfalls
I asked the Sun, Wherest thou run?
He said , " by Hands of Callous Doom
Slipped I with stars of far off sky
And doth so silver shining Moon"
More horrid than the moonless nights
Is face of Callous heartless Doom
She comes in garb of Mirth and Glee
She dwells in damp and darkish Room
I asked the Fall , Which song thou sing
Which angels live in heart of thine
She said , " I am in ceaseless pain
With wounds of time on hearts of mine
From height I look at lakes of blood
These salty wounds entwine my rhyme "
I ask the clouds, " In flocks and crowds?
Wherest thou roam in far off land?
O tell me what thou saw in ways?
O tell me tales of wonderland!
They said the ocean Maid there weeps
In far off far off dream island!
She brought the stars from far off skies
Which fell and mixed in sandy land
She gazed with tearful eyes at world
She gazes at vast vast silver sand
O may that something we can do
O may that hold We Her soft hand"
"O go" I said , "With tales of woe
Thy heart is in the shroud of time
Whose needles are in endless flow
He rows on with the smile on lips
His lingering gaze at worldly show
Two black eyes
On a sweet white face
Floppy ears that lie
Those ears actually taste
Algae is the most favourite place
With no arms
No tricks up their sleeves
Should they be on a farm?
Each looks like a sheep
If only they made a bit of cheese
To light their fire
They suck chloroplasts
Leaf sheep never tire
Photosynthesis gives them gas
Even without the sun’s sunny blast
Amazing you say
We must agree
And all shout hurray!
Photosynthesis under the sea?
An amazing feat for a slug so wee
Darkish water, stormy seas
Not a problem to be seen
The leaf sheep glow and glean
Pokey horns but they’re not mean
Wearing chlorophyll dresses in neon green
Not green with envy or jealousy
Not these hermaphrodites
Always with themselves lovey
Never a fight
Peace and love are always in sight
You will want to pet them
This most unlikely lot
But please don’t squeeze them
They will pop
They’re the size of a dot