Best Deathdark Poems
from rags to riches...diamonds back down in ditches
scars and stains and supernatural soul stitches
i rise and i fall like the sun and the moon
every dark door i open leads to the suicide room
ghosts of gloom loom over my bed while heratic hellions run wild in my head
*** beauties plant pictures inside...i'm running and raging but still can't hide
divided like waters whose waters are red
making love with zombies...better off dead
no door in the wall
no light in the bunker
i struggle to move but stay in sad slumber
fast going under straight to the bottom of an ocean
i see voodoo dolls and get creeping notions
in maximum motion with needles and pins...i can see my lost life...now i pay for my sins
gone with the wind now i'm never ahead
the screen fades to black...better off dead
i hear laughter around me and a judge dressed in black...and a jury of fury is on the attack
growling and gory with faces of rage...they all chant the sentence "this fool he must pay"
black gloves and black masks they grip and they grab
steel sticks my body...i get severed and stabbed
in a dark pool of blood i failed the last test
no hope for 2morrow...better off dead
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Walking in the twilight with my darling, hand in hand,
Was a joy beyond description, all sweethearts will understand.
We were laughing without reason, stopping now and then to kiss.
Only those who love as we do could know ecstasy like this.
Suddenly the dark had deepened and I felt an eerie chill.
His fingers tightened on my hand and pulled me closer still.
It was unlike a common blackout as electric power goes down,
When there is still a bit of natural light to turn the black to brown.
This darkness was an absolute, no stray gleam anywhere,
As if the sun, the moon, the stars were all no longer here.
My dear one was now dragging me, I could no longer walk.
I tried to phrase a protest but my tongue refused to talk.
The whole world had been silenced to degree I’d never known
As though completely vanished and we two were all alone.
Though I was void of any feelings as my darling ran in fear,
I was aware he raced for safety from a danger yawning near.
Suddenly the silence lifted at the sound of the alarm.
I was hanging to my pillow; it was not my lover’s arm.
The sunlight was streaming through the window and the door,
I welcomed it with ardor I had never known before.
Lying there to ponder on the meaning of the dream
I thought of Munch’s painting, he’d entitled as “The Scream’’.
I knew exactly why my love had run as though my life to save.
I had been given a brief preview of dark silence of my grave.
The woods speak her name
Silently yet audible
Like the whispering of
The thin air within
The darkness of the forest
A message they seem to deliver
For the dark lord is on his way
To avenge the heavenly torture
She say's the wrath cannot be slowed
The devil's path has grown
And the end is nearly here
The sands of time are gone
Now you shall wait
Till the end of time
When there will be blood
And people will scream loud
They beg for their life
The dark lord shall rise
And the end is nearly here
The sands of time are gone
-Silence… … (Everywhere)
Colours are not colours today
Only dark shadows appear
Like a veil of grey being drawn over the world
A dark day is today-
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I arrive at the house of the bearded man
Admittedly, he and I are not the best of friends
But today I must visit him
I must!
I push the wooden doors forward
They are thick and heavy
I use two hands
The day is wet
The wood is damp.
My thin black sole hits the marble floor
Like a perfect ice cube
It is cold and smooth.
My feet move one in front of the other
I am walking (I don’t know how)
Empty
The building and I
Echoing footsteps
Echoing breath
A forest of pews lay before me
Brown, old and cracked
It is a long walk
But I reach the end of the forest
And I sit
I am uncomfortable
I am alone
I stare at a long box in front of me
A box with chrome handles on the side
It is not like a box you get at Christmas or on your birthday
Such boxes are filled with surprises
But not this box
No – not this box
In minutes the box vanishes into blue velvet curtains
I watch as it disappears
It is gone
The box is gone
You are gone…
THE DARK MEN
Eyes like cynthia's brow
staring beyond the sky
In a ruminative refined temper
In an everlasting trance.
The men of the dark devised it
They devised the devilry journey
Like the rustling of a dry leaf
He has rustled up,
And crossed the rubicon, and ingress to
The world of inexorable tranquility
Man is now terrific
Man is bestial and blustery
Man has turned into a canal beast
O why is it so cruel
Even to the innocent?
Yes! He was not a hood
They take even the innocent away
When ravening who
To take next in this gloomy
World
Like a savage dog in
the mist of vivacious kids,
it has been in my heart,
Since he traveled to the great beyond.
The today of tomorrow have been wracked
Into the beautiful grey twilight
As I descended from above
That raven dress, those raven hair
Delicate white shoulders held those straps
My form perfect innocence...
Overlooking the chiselled tombstones
As I gazed..... into the realm of death
In the darkness of the grave
I spied utter peace.......?
No visions, no hopes, no tears
Only the cold tombstone and me
The souls I mean to carry!!!!!!!!
Flying like those ravens
Huddled in my arms these spirits so sweet
Thick fog settles down
As I reach beyond death
To foretell the Dark Truth
That sad humanity must ultimately feel
Death comes a calling
Bringing with her dark beauty
Chilling and exquisite
Like an owl’s screech-------
Or passing wolf’s howl...
In these grey shadows and darkened cavern
I remain still, to hear the sweet sound
Of flowing river which must stop at sea
The ravens crow my silent musings away
I free the souls, the elements rage
As morning breaks over the hills...
By-Tahera Mannan
Contest-Among the Dead
Sponsored by-Constance La France ~The Rambling Poet~
Corvus corax with croaking cries
Why look at me with one black eye?
Your presence here I’d not request
What seek you in black splendidness?
Why perch you there on bended bough
Hid beneath your feathery shroud?
Why stare at me with solemn bent
Why do you croak a dark lament?
Begone! Dark shiny messenger
Sound your dirgeful hymn elsewhere.
But still it perched unmoved in tree
And now both eyes transfixed on me.
Unfolded wings that made no sound
The visitor alight to ground
And plucked an iris growing near
I knew right then its purpose here.
As my lips turn dark red
It looks like lips of blood
It’s so sweet and taste
And yet it’s turns dark red
As he lie there dying
I only thing I can think
Is that my lips are dark red
From the blood running from the neck
To the blood on my lips
I knew I did something wrong
Yet my lips look like blood