Best Death Dark Poems
In passing, hearts risk their very essence, their colors, their breathe,
Love who touched the soul, then moved on, toward heaven’s hungry light,
Souls soon reflect the love and peace found when passing into God’s light
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you forget us
we never forget you
u neglected your health
never clean after being dirty
it will be fine you thought
will you be fine?
you followed your gluttony
eating atrociously
Unknown kinds of animals, you ate
it will be fine, you thought
yes you did
here we are
Years after years
we claimed thousands of you
with different names
death plague, Ebola, Spanish flu and cholera
are just some of our names
we might be different
yet we will always
be there for you
when you least expected
Such death tolls
from epidemics to pandemics
caused by such
teensy weensy microbes
no, nano microbes
you cannot see us,
does not mean we are not there
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be wary, be wary
we are watching you always
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Dark as the sky who
Publishes stars
Reflecting the dance
Against a tangerine
Moon, longing for
Dawn and truth
Dark as the circles
Underneath sunken eyes
Who only see
Insomnia’s gloom
Coloring the night
In melancholy and dread
For moments of sleepless
Fists raised toward angst
Dark as the black
Cat who is haunted
By the shadow
Of superstition
Saying bad luck follows
One who sees it
Crossing their path
Dark as the fate
Of a lonely song
Drifting through the
Soul of one who
Knows despair - grief
And the grace that
Caresses the naked
Thoughts of a heart
Who releases
It’s dread to the
Lavender light
Of dawn
Dark as the forest
That breaths
Shallow breaths
Through dead branches
Of oak and pine
Leaves lost to earth
Where decay
Will offer grief-stricken
Pain to the waves
Of debris in hues of
Graying grim gorges
Dark as the pain
Winding it’s way through
Crimson veins
Filled with flowing
Antibiotics called love
Who hope to heal
The illness
Of greed, hate, shame
Dark as death
In its blackest
Cape of captivity
Covering the soul in
Misery and mystery
Mourning for music
That bleeds hope
Into the emotions
Dark as eyes
Twinkling
Delight from a place
Of inspiration
And insight
Into the gentle beauty
Of warm, wistful
Wishes
Dark caresses hearts
With clouds
Of reassuring prayers
Prayed with thanksgiving
For the waking moments
When rays of sunlight
Break through the
Doubtful darkness
In blooms of laughter
Brilliant and vibrant
As the light that lives
In the heart love fills
Open Poetry 3 Contest
Sponsored by: Charlotte Puddifoot
April 21, 2021
Drusilla the vamp
.Her name is Drusilla she's a creature of the night.
When she feeds it comes with one bite.
Beauty and long black hair and skin of white.
She thinks death is her rite.
In search for her prey was her deep,dark plan.
Russia is where she lives.
Her hunger for a hot blooded man.
His blood to her he gives.
She lays in a coffin until night time falls.
Been a vampire most of her life.
A castle where she lives she roams through the halls.
Her teeth long and white and cut like a knife.
Dark forest of trees she walkes without a sound.
Wearing a flowing white gown.
She lives in the dark but not in the ground.
You must have a cross if you live in her town.
A journey into the sun will turn her body to ash.
She only enter's if she's invited in.
After her death cut off her head with a slash.
Gender doesn't matter women or men.
Teresa Skyles August 28, 2011
Entered in Linda-Marie's"creatures of the night"contest
"Darkling in Distress"
Spirits of ancient entities
prowl hauntingly through eerie mist
encumbered by flesh no more
beyond sweet breath of lovers kiss
as skeletons of eras past
evaporated vapors
wandering through tunnels
concealed by lace drapes of sorrow.
in clandestine atmosphere
horror of hollow empty shells
dark corridors impune
as essence of torturous bones
consume an imprisoned heart
of a darkling in distress.
kidnapped in a vacant enclosure
of constrained emotions
sequestered in quicksand
down in a dark dungeon
of a Life broken
a crushed pedestal
a crumpled effigy
spewing volcanic ash
from a verbotin sham
sad spirit departs
to wanderlust
of withered dust
parched and perished by pain
black memories
scream ... scream ...
down in the dark dungeon
thoughts tantalize: Life is only a vapor, a mist
and Death is the beginning of Life.
*darkling - an entity in pain
*verbotin - forbidden
*For Nathan's Insanity of Death Contest ..
Dark in type
There was dark before there was light does it not prevail as part of who I am
Most of us evade the dark and know only of dreams and rejuvenations.
The dark is a part of me, it exist in corners, under disguises, and behind shields
The dark has mysteries I must know, which beckon to me by invitation
Does energy dissolve or dissipate, is death diminutive or infinitive.
If life is possible then death must be inevitable, are we not creatures of free will
I am confused and need clarification, may we not choose our time to live or die
I merely search for answers; I defy ignorance and such as that my spirit it kills.
Injustice and insatiable greed victimizes the unfortunate, unknowing and uncaring
In segments of fours we participate in delusions of the importance of our choices
Leashed and trained in obedience we strut to the music of the marching band
Standing as one under the banner of the fallen fossil we raise our voices
The eye of vision dims, illusion encompasses and the short sighted rule with ease
Blameless assassinations, circumvented accusations deceive the do wells
Life once known slowly fades away to desperation, can we go on?
The dark is everywhere even in the light, so reject it not for it has its own spells.
Hope what is hope?
Something we all wish for
But can't get in the end
In the pool of depression
In the midst of darkness
I cried and cried
No one to hear
No one to smile
No one to have a shoulder on
No one to cry
I died
Unhappily
Gun on the head
Rope on the fan
Knife in the hand
Blood on my hands
If I ever to die
I die with
Tears in my eyes
Smile on the face
Say goodbye
To those who with
I'm tired of living
Even my sounds of breathing
Annoys me to death
I'm a coward
Coward to die
Coward to live
Coward to cry
One day I'll die
A miserable death
That's what I deserve
In this world of mess
Winter rains lover
the cold north wind
fought against the thought of warmth
in which we would embrace again.
It holds steadfast to the slow
beating of the window pane
drums loudly out thoughts
leaving us numb.
Ice courses through veins
long forgotten canals
whom once held court for promises
of love stricken stars
that fell from above.
Silence is left shouting
deaf tones
of moments
long held to endless night
shade
which we decided to get drunk on
and parade
through the death streets of our ancestors
dancing dreams
with them forever on...
...movements to the song.
Love a prison inside of me
Death, the one who set me free
I confess… Like joy fading, your memory
Protests, reminds me to smile, to listen
When prayers are hoping to whisper
Peace into the rain, erasing the lingering ache
Stirring the stars, like lightening flashes
Preventing the shadows from rising, unruly memories
Bite Size Contest no 63 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
May 7, 2023
Save the earth. Obliterate your world.
Begin by ending.
Let the sky-ceiling buckle and split.
You are the first to go.
Scrape the crusted-hard scabs from your skin.
Shred the nerves where the winter enters.
For the earth—which needs no saving—
your worldly heart must stop.
Your flesh feeds the gulls.
White wings. Red beaks.
Stripped clean.
(A child on the pier lowers her hand,
the splintered stick held mid-air.)
The gulls do not look up.
They finish what they started
and leave the bones to the tide.
Do not speak to me of freedoms lost
Until you have watched
A mother drop to her knees
And scream so loud
it comes out silent
And it is deafening
Because even though there is no breath
Left in her to carry the sound
Everything decibel of her grief
wraps itself around your throat
as you try desperately to remain serene
Knowing after that door is closed
Your news delivered
She will stare into a dark closet for hours
Wishing she could protect her baby
from the monsters out here as easily as the ones in there.
2023 brought sorrow that broke me. Death defeated thoughts who say we’re unshakable, stronger than death. We want to think the end, for us – for our people, is inconceivable. Yet, death calls and we must answer. It refuses to be snubbed. This year brought more personal dealings with death than I care to remember!
Sinking down into the Atlantic’s depths,
I watch dark bodies drown.
Wails transform into bubbles,
Salty water suffocating lungs.
Seawater or tears, it could be either one.
These tossed bodies are mine to claim.
My subjects, my people, the discarded.
They can not survive within the ocean,
Thus they are to drown.
Here they are thrown over a ship’s side.
Since no one wants them, they’ll be mine,
For I am the Queen of the Drowned.
In the shadows of my mind
I see there painted black
Suffering as if he’s blind
In the darkness is his knack
Pain and sorrow he brings
Knowing that we dread
The day when he rings
The bell whom we’ve fled
Our demise brings him glee
Like it will bring others grief
From him we cannot flee
He comes around like a thief
For tender worries to remind
Why he might hold back
His grim touch unassigned
Demise that will attack
Mysterious and filled with fear
He delights in our termination
Welcoming us any time of the year
With a sad and gloomy flirtation
Whether morning, noon or night
He isn’t a respecter of persons
Often greeting us with fight
Against some illness that worsens
Ethereal silence accompanies him
With a vague, misty beckoning
Coloring our hearts a deep grim
Because it’s the day of reckoning
As I contemplate the time of death
With curiosity that is quite eerie
I am assured that I will draw breath
In paradise where it is never dreary
STRAND COMPLETELY NEW (25) ,any form,any theme Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
August 20, 2020