Best Kind Of Dark Poems

~The Boys Get In Trouble Again~Part 1- 
(A Narrative poem) 


 
Beth! Beth! Almanzo called out aloud for Laura upon entering their home., very late that afternoon, after so many long hours of work, since very early morning that day. 
I'm right here, in the...

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~The Boys Get In Trouble Again~Part 1- 
(A Narrative poem) 


 
Beth! Beth! Almanzo called out aloud for Laura upon entering their home., very late that afternoon, after so many long hours of work, since very early morning that day. 
I'm right here, in the...

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This Old Castle

This old castle, groans under the bright sky
stones weeping from blood soaked in long ago.
Granite walls and invaders to deny,
forced entry or even  catapult throw!

This old castle, dark nights music creeps out
sad songs tell of blood and decaying bones.
Many say ghosts scream...

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A good part of the day is night,
In at the beginning, there at the end,
Like another kind of dark called death.

But whenever to our father's house,
Some nighttime crossing in a yellowed light,
To hold yourself against the night, and cry -

I want to cross another cobbled...

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in fear in phobias
in terror veritas
I fall into their webs
during the stormy nights

eight-legged freaks
grinning their teeth
staring without moves
at me when I sleep

and I know they will follow
me even tomorrow 
and leave me in horror

and I think they will bite
but then I start to like
this kind...

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In times like this, I wander within your walls
Like some lost form, far off and gray on an overcast beach
A muted form, crouched over the mist in waiting 
You-- who loves me as the wind loves the sand, 
Touching the ever changing surface, 
swirls of...

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Never knew....

You will ever come my way,
as I remember the spent old days.
My life was kind of dark, and you like bright ray,
Left an impression of an eternal stay.

I met you as a stranger,
and our relationship tend only to the danger.
It became as sharp as...

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Feeling dignity itself is impossible,
I feel nothing or nothing more at least,
There is no way to justify.
Myself,
Things I have done or tried to do,
Or failed at, 
Miserably failed at,
There’s no way to bring truth to that kind of dark,
No way to break even or who...

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NOTE ON THE POEM 

Suicide ideation torments and afflicts the lives of millions of people around the world. In my own life, the pain and torment of suicidal thoughts drove me in desperation to God; and to faith in his only begotten Son, Christ Jesus....

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Weeping Ash
Mourn for me tonight, Weeping Ash;
Break my heart and all my hopes crash.
Let your gnarled knuckles crack and creak;
Let your contorted mouth still shriek
Silently. 

Come under my dark canopy
In the storm’s hidden harmony.
My dancing leaves eddy and swirl
As my elegant arms unfurl.

Now twisted in...

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Honestly have I ever made you cry?
and if I did I'm sorry
next time I'll wipe ya eyes.
When you hurt
just know I do the same
so when your crying tears
you'll know I feel the pain.
Honestly every person
has shedded a tear
but when your about to cry
I'll whisper
the words...

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Copyright © 2016
01.10.2016
8:58pm

Thought it was about my face?
  Faces barred from the race,
  racing towards the American
  Dream, is the world's it seems. 

No, it's our face, you and me
  both from G.O.D. don't you 
  see? Even the tiniest...

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You don't go through a deep personal transformation without some kind of dark night of the soul. - Sam Keen

A prayer, bursting from impulsive lips
	blessing each silent tear, still life burning
		away the last mist of the dark shadows

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"Get the interest rate first"
Such is a simple truth
People who are of loan thirst
Won't care or bother to sleuth

Proving kind gets dark and strict
Loving people don't display simplicity
It is never of choice to become an addict
Being complicity but defines their actuality

Shoving wickedly grows light and...

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It’s kind of dark out…
Especially for midday.. 
And I’m feeling far out
Pushed to the sea from the bay. 
The tether is slipping, 
I’m weakened in my grasp. 
And from my constant cries
My voice is nothing more than a breathing rasp. 
Please tell me there is...

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