Best Obsidian Poems

An almost stillness came about
as she strode into my door,
like breath itself refused to move,
fearful of touching her mysterious beauty

But her obsidian eyes betrayed her. 

Sharp and gleaming,
with a silver sheen
she looked at me, 
and I knew…

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Molten lava spilled forth from her mouth, melting our...

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In Spring there’s friendship that’s lasted through the Winter,
all those cold nights of salted drops and quilts of snow.
The obsidian plague of midnights, melancholic drapes,
but all the while the candlelight of friendship did glow.

you’d think she’s the sun -
i wax and wane in restraints
having lost...

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"Auric Obsidian - The Face Clean Behind the Gun"


You drew me into your new world, 
the corridors of your mind 
fitted me perfectly imperfect 
into the portraits pegged onto your wall 

an unsuspecting target 
from the get-go
groomed on the run
brood mare, surrogate

I hung there like...

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Ivory stars flicker and spit 
like candles kissed by zephyrs.
Midnight foil effervesces, 
raptures me in obsidian.
Gladiolus come begging 
at my crimson thoughts.
Smoky Cirrus caress 
a white butterfly crescent.
Charcoal embers in a pit 
whisper ashes of roses.
Cerulean wavers 
in remnant flames of saffron. 
I stir absinthe...

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Clanks,

blanks,

cranks,

clash!

Slams in tank,

detours irate!

Ingenious infiltrates,

sojourns knocking,

indignation on the plank,

plutocracy dank!

Dotards are prate,

iridescence is just as late-

prime meridian,

songs obsidian,

and the incandescence great!...

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There’s a masquerade of feeling where no heart is.
I try to veil my true feelings of dismay in a shroud.
Trudging through the woods of ebony;
falling into complete obscurity of shadows and the soul.

A world of silence blanketed under and smeared haze of smoke;
the night changes...

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Darkest heart a ruddy black 
Dried blood and static
Blackest of black eyes roll in empty space
The darkest night in deepest oblivion 
Of volcanic hell frozen in place
As millenniums fell, a black so deep 
It rivals your darkest heart, 
A heart of obsidian black seeps

Fragile as...

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I lived near the U.N.
As I turned, leaving Third
To enter First Avenue;
Right adjacent the United Nations,
I saw a man
Quite fit for Nat Geo's cover.

He was Diplomat decked in white
In broad day light
What magnificent sight;
From neck to feet he owned the street
His African garb so neat,
It...

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I swallow my secrets,
sour, acidic pills,
chipped pieces of the bizarre
that oxidate in my throat.

Iridescent webs shimmer,
facets of pebbles
spectulate over my weaknesses

gossiping along tempered veins
and sharply curved intersections,
of the igneous archipelagos
accumulated in my stomach.

Suburban blades
carve impulsive lesions
to tempt me from my mountain
but my lips are sealed

Molten...

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You left me here chained and bound you know my fears, I reached for you and you were'nt there lost and distant my soul I bare. Take off this blindfold so I can see you dance in front of me with malice glee. I've fallen...

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A light instrument flows, ink darkness; folded within
Flowers; a painless, healing, prescription of treatment 
Such secure grounding, found; in glowing obsidian

Happiness; gives sharp antithesis of lifes oblivion
Tectonic; the plate layer produces a fiery quill of lament
A light instrument flows, ink darkness; folded within

Waving; a molten...

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occult believers
                                    obtain obsidian blades
     ...

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A dark sky, still,
Something is astir.
A distant flash of lightning,
Disruption in the air.

No birds are flying
All sheltering in the trees,
The atmosphere oppressive
A feeling of unease.

Waiting for the maelstrom
Clouds obsidian black,
Again the lightning illuminates
The storms oncoming track.

Soon to be upon us
Our excitement tinged with fear
Trees now...

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I’m a midnight cat, by the name of Obsidian,
eyes golden by candlelight; by day they’re viridian.
As I lay here among my Mistress’s great books,
I am wondering what, for my supper, she’ll cook?

Mistress is a Seer, a Shaman, a Mage and 
these books contain magic, spells...

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Love is rainbow obsidian,
dark and light in every color;
Simply glowing from the inside 
splatters of hues vast and endless;

Dark and light in every color, 
a rock for you when you need it;
Splatters of hues vast and endless,
facets of personality;

A rock for you when you need...

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