Best Lovedark Poems
His dark brown eyes.
His dark brown hair.
All of the cute thinks about him,
That cause me to stare.
He's so lost.
Fallen off track.
There's so many choices he's made,
That he can't take back.
Like a complicated puzzle,
With a missing piece.
I can't stand standing in the sidelines,
Watchind his faith decrease.
He's beautifully broken,
Lovely at the torn seams.
When he gifts me with a smile,
It's like sunshine gleams.
His laughter, his voice.
His warmth, his touch.
He's never enough,
Yet he's way too much.
Delicate and fragile.
Unstabley bound.
Constantly searching for the answers,
That are no where to be found.
I'd try to save him,
Try to save him from himself.
But i'd only be,
Only be hurting myself.
Because a broken heart,
Is like a broken mirror.
And when you try to pick up the pieces,
You'll only see clearer.
That you'll only be left to bleed.
Cuts all covering your hands.
Because he was too broken,
Too broken to understand.
Why you loved him,
Loved him for everything he was,
And everything he wasn't.
Although you think he is worth something,
Nothing will change him from thinking that he doesn't.
Yearn for him, want,
But that's all you'll ever be able to do.
He's beautifully broken,
And if he doesn't love himself,
Then he can't possibly love you.
Something lurks in the dark
He's somewhere behind me,
and I have his heart,
but is this where he suppose to be?
The love flows around
his hands caress my skin
I truly want him
until the very end.
Darkness surrounds forever,
and even when we together,
Truth be told that I could never
be somthing valuable to him.
We have dark hearts,
we have dark souls,
our love stands together,
while we kiss forever.
Form:
I will grow my hair for you
in this dark and quiet night,
I say it to myself
think about the grass growing for the early spring
and the frozen trees, beautiful and cold, will also grow
to merry land I'm heading
the sail of hair, with the same darkness, flowering your white pillow
in this dark and quiet night,
you wouldn't notice and see
they are growing without sleep
all of them are growing together and will sing, tomorrow
tomorrow they will sing to you silently and hurt my eyes.
still I want to grow my hair for you
from tonight, this moment on,
when the chilly breeze sends me the message of soil
through your window screen I can guess
seeds sprouting, streets branching like wild, rain clouds shedding tears that eagerly,
and all the others coming through, too:
March, April, May, June...spring, summer and every season
days and months and all the years ahead
coming one after another
marching to my dreams
all the future, navigates without waking you up
ah, you'll never know,
you've travelled with me in this boat
naked and sound
before the sun comes out, tomorrow
tomorrow you will only see the cherry blossom
so ripe that fell
snowing our pavement
2011/3/14
Form:
She lived in a house in a deep dark wood,
Her name was Shona McFee.
When she let down her hair where the oak-tree stood
The mist rolled in from the sea.
It curled and it twirled and enfolded itself round
The remarkable Shona McFee.
She walked up the hill where the snow leopards stalked
The indomitable Shona McFee.
The animals came and they walked where she walked,
How I wish they could have been me.
She turned right round and embraced every one,
For she was loving, was Shona McFee.
As night stooped down she came down too,
The delectable Shona McFee.
She lit a fire by her hut and she clapped with her shoe,
Come, little creatures to me!
And the owls and the bats and the forest’s deer
Came dashing to Shona McFee.
In a town not far from the deep dark wood,
I dreamt of Shona McFee.
She lets down her hair in romantic mood,
And the startled animals flee.
She walks and she walks and her heart beats fast,
Come hither, Shona McFee!
In a town not far from the deep dark wood,
I lie dreaming of Shona McFee.
I hear her steps step on the stippled grey road.
And know she is coming to me.
I run downstairs and throw open the door,
To no sign of Shona McFee.
I think I died a thousand times
We just sat and drank this wine:
blackberry, black cherry, dark chocolate blend
I felt like we were sitting in some type of sunken blend;
a fabric that was soften and mesh in dyes to look like green
then you started talking and the evening seemed to scheme
like we were playing tic-tac-toe and you knew that trick with the double-
WhOa tHaT WiNe jUst StArTs tO HiT..is ThAt tHrEe BoTtLeS RoLlInG dOwN ThE MiSt?
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I wonder how It WOULD be like to KISS THESE talking LIPS
Is it easy if I WANT to just place MY HANDS ON HER grey stretch skirt covered hips
...She's still talking....simply talking...and I am mesmerized...
I can see myself, pour myself, in the reflection of her eyes
And I notice, I can't help myself to get nearer, so much nearer to her face
And I see her notice, but she has no motive, to push or place a chase
And then so close, I stop what I chose, but she press yes on the button stall
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We just sat and drank this wine:
blackberry, black cherry, dark chocolate blend
I can see myself, pour myself, in the reflection of her eyes
...She's still talking...simply talking...and I am mesmerized...
I think I died a thousand times
This is the second half, read part one before this
...This life was unlike others, not ripe, not light
We curs't them, 'stood not their mutual blight
There was a strange ambience, a UV map
of Pyrrhic love, a Stygian rapt
We could not believe it, to see it borne
Their darkness their cynic, their muse of thorns
The thorns so thick, so spiny so brutal
Their thicket so dark, impenetrable
Then two years were spent, were lost were gone
And they then stood gasping, fought out, forlorn
For a moment, a second, a damned micron
They thought it was pointless, a habit to be torn
In their eyes the glow faded and dimmed
Their embrace unclenched, they step't out for a swim
They said for a moment, that moment thus spent
"Is it not to be, my love, princess?"
"No, my heart, my life, it isn't."
Thunder failed, fires paled and banked
Storms rolled back, to join their ranks
The sun shone watery, clear, pale
We all rejoiced to see it fail
Yet when came night the dark, the cold
He stepped to their kingdom, arms out, to hold
His eyes glowed again, eager for dark eyrie
His blood tingled for her sweet evil sincer'ty
He waited but briefly, even brief too much
Two days too long even without her touch
He crashed out to find her, his life, dark love
He swept about, caught in morass, in mud
Where did she go, she left, departed
She said they were safer, alone, thus parted
The waves crashed down, destroyed the kingdom
Time smoothed the sand, waited for the new one
A drum of rain on window pane
A streak of tears, of dripping rain
A power melted, now cool, urbane
A life now gone, now leeched, now strained
A slipping sliding treach'rous lane
A fading, ripping, tearing, pain
A spectat'r watches, smiles, blames
A future deprived, no glory...
Mundane.
As love hath come to smite the fool within
So has hate to kill the wise heart with sin
Thou pit'ist the fool that partakes in love
And that of wise men's hearts now dead dark dove
But praise henceforth the wise whom fell in love
Acknowledging the fool in sin thereof
Death smite thee thou becketing demon whole
Dark child, dark face, dark heart, dark soul. . .Dead Dove
Form:
He throws his black trench coat across the foot stool;
Wet and Cold as he is, he heads straight to the kitchen.
It's dark outside, the neon moon is the only source of light;
Rain beats down on the glass window.
He blows out all the rosemary scented candles, and swiftly grabs her by the waist,
Taken by surprise, she lets out a silent scream;
The soft touch of his finger caresses her plump lips.
Swaying in tune to the sweet melody played in their heads.
They share a kiss as gentle as a mother holding her newborn;
He picks her up and sits her on the marble kitchen island.
'Be gentle' she whispers in his ear;
He then thrusts himself into her.
Legs sprawled, arms out; the moans get louder and louder.
They move in rhythm to the tics on the clock.
A bead of sweat drips down her smooth butter skin;
His strong grip around her waist, he gradually moves faster.
'Be gentle' , he slows down and gently kisses her neck;
Then he moves down to her ripe chestnut brown nipples.
He licks her stomach and swiftly thrusts himself into her once more.
Legs wrapped around his dark chocolate body, they move towards the oakwood staircases.
The master bedroom door echoes throughout the house;
The kitchen is quiet, the pit-patter of the rain is swoon.
The rosemary candles take over the faint smell of his cologne;
The intensity has died down, everything is left still.
It’s a dark cold night
Though no falling ice
Sitting in a balcony outside
To catch sight of moon light
Wow…find your image imbibed.
I know distance is unfathomable
Still the thoughts are near
To my heart you are dear
I wish to keep away all fear
See a face full of cheer-
Cheer of being together
Blessings from holy Father…
I know you ne believe
Still for my sake
With me you will perceive
Miracle all around,
I sit waiting astound
Imagination taking a new ground
Whirl and dance round n round
Silent exchanges make sound
O’ I am crowned!
A lovely dark cold night ,
Ambience of ecstasy and delight
As distances no longer hides
Soul sharing truth, no lies.
Bliss showered by merciful cloud
No worries will ever shout,
Gifted with a spiritual date
Rendezvous with the soul mate.
Indescribable beauty of the night
Heart clutching sentiments tight,
Praying for dwelling time
Rings the divine Wind-Chime….
I was born unto this day to love you
and though on the inside it's killing me
my eyes will stay forever crystal blue
streaming tears, it will forever be
The first thought in the morning with the sun
and the last thought at night with the pale moon
many reasons thought the day has just begun
and more reasons come at the count of noon
Running on a mad rampage through my mind
I am lost in the dark, for you i seek
I try to be harsh, but to you Im kind
I have reached my madness at it's dark peek
With madness, deeper in the dark I sank
Now I clear my mind of you, finally blank.
Love is like a burning cigarette,
Which boastfully here and there migrates.
It acts as a lighter in the dark lonely street,
And makes us feel enrapture with a lovely greet.
Life is not life without love,
Which makes us sensitive towards those darkness-
Where love is a secret and mysterious belief,
For what the dark love is like a good relief.
One may die in the way of dark love,
Or one may strive in pain without actual love;
But the darkness always remain for a worthwhile venture,
As man's cigarette of love in darkness is all loving secure.
Think of the man who waits on the street,
Leaving all his comfort and leisure;
And his dark love dreams with the-
Company of the tobacco sticks in his mouth with a simple greet.
Let us live in our own style;
With all the specialty in us and;
By the company of our pack of cigarette;
May our life be led to the way of the "Love in darkness".
Nothing is bright and pretty.
Everything seem dark and ugly.
I don't see anything worth busting my back for..anymore.
Always alone now.
Maybe it's best this way.
I'll just bring someone down.
Like a toy not quite working right,
I'm broken..without you.
Nothing is right with me,
without my second breath.
Life is dark without my star.
Hopefully one day to be fixed,
Untill then I'll be left broken.
There is a wonderful anomaly
A plague that reaps my mind
A tumor I cannot find
A poisonous obsession drowning me
A deep and vile insanity
This anomaly is you
All this pleasure has me overdue
All this pressure that I've been through
It locks itself tightly and depraves
And illuminates so brightly in my dark conclave
My mind itches for a feeling
Your healing, more specifically, so appealing
And like the shining moon
It shines over the terror that is so deeply strewn
And turns the dark into day
In the most illustrious and beautiful way
Let me hold your hand to my joy and your envy,
Find solace in this dark world of human levy,
Together weave magic in amalgamation,
Dwell above earths sorrow beyond its desperation.
I crave for the unknown in plain beauty and form,
Tread the green fields to gather the timid night dew,
As it clings to my fingers I seek the blue skies,
Melt within the dark blonde cloak of pure ecstasy.
Could she be the sweetness in the carol I chant?
Or the past saga of desire that haunts my mind,
It is the fresh wind that blows and I want to dream,
For I fly above the rough waves with each roll.
In moments true destiny or tranquility,
Can friends in strife define faiths' credibility?
A Dark Day
Dark clouds loom.
Spirits full of gloom
Thoughts turn to doom.
Together for years.
Now, eyes full of tears.
Anger in the voice,
Leaving us with no choice.
Accusations of blame.
Nothing will be the same.
Two hearts bleed,
Today is a dark day indeed.
Stephen Forcier
copyright 10/8/08