Best Pitch Blackness Poems
A far away rumbling draws near,
An eerie calm, ensues all things,
Remain still.
Silence reigns, nature holds,
It's breath,
Carried upon shifting winds
Hear soft whispers calling, beware.
Heavens valets brake open,
Thunder quakes,
Lightening flashes splitting the,
Clouds apart.
Castaways refugee, descends,
Pleading,
Do not forsake me.
Death's shadows dance to and fro.
A crumpled figure lies motionless,
Bare pale flesh, warmed only by,
Mangled wings tattered remnants.
White feathers drifting aloft,
Aimless,
Sorrows innocent victim beseeching,
Forgiveness on bloody grounds,
Rough surf.
Humanities guardian,
Regrets shameful,
Reminder a fallen angel.
All grace replaced by broken,
Hearts loss.
With trembling hands, bony fingers,
Scratching at loosened soil.
Here she makes a holy symbol,
The sign of the cross.
Forgiving lord, heavenly father.
Bring me home unto thee.
In shroud's pitch blackness,
Beneath darkness’s abyss.
God weeps, behold gentle rains,
Merciful tears.
Thy lost lamb seeks salivations solos.
Redemption’s everlasting light,
Shines from above.
Guiding kindred’s dearest child to,
Loves unspoken embrace.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
everywhere i turn and everywhere i twist from the east into the west...
everywhere i look i see angels in the abyss
in pitch blackness or on dead end roads
in pure darkness or in bottomless holes
from lambs to wolves
with force or finesse
everywhere i look i see angels in the abyss
surrounded by shadows and followed by forms
when mushroom cloud madness keeps coming with more
from the north to the south
when shouts turn into machine gun spits
everywhere i look i see angels in the abyss
when danger is driven by demons of destruction i give glory to God and His holy reconstruction
when the black smoke of sin disapates like a mist
everywhere i look i see angels in the abyss
in my greatest hour of need
entangled and enslaved and wrapped in wicked weeds
when sour seeds sprout into monsterous myths
everywhere i look i see angels in the abyss
The touch of cold enters my life,
the hands of time move faster
than the speed of light;
the spinning of the world
takes on a new meaning
as I lie awake in the
pitch blackness of the night.
What was, will never be again,
what is to come, still a mystery;
the night pours out of me
in thick droplets of sweat,
covering my shivering body
in a glistening hue of black.
All around is the silence,
except for the pounding of
my bursting heart;
what was real is now gone,
vanished into the darkness...
into the deep, dark crevices of my mind.
The images now distorted
whirl by for the remainder of
the pitch blackness of the night;
surreal is the only word to describe
this trembling, awful night of terror.
"Dream sweet dreams" we tell our children,
but the night can bring horror instead of joy;
"Dream sweet dreams" we tell ourselves,
but we know better than the lie we verse...
much better than the night we curse.
For "Dream Land" contest sponsored by Olajide Adelana.
From the pitch-blackness of the night
city lights glow like yellow stars
gorging dollops of dark matter
from an artificial universe.
Where luminescence disappears
then reappears differently
in magnitude and location
Each having their own tales to tell
both real and imaginary.
Dawn arrives and they fade from view
their nightly relevance worthless
in a world of bright beginnings
until diurnal hours wind down
and their brilliance shine once again.
She wakes from a dream, dripping with tears of sweat pouring down her face. Her long blonde hair is pasted to her forehead as she sits up in her bed. The clock reads 3:03am. Her heart is pounding rhythmically to the ticking of her wrist watch. Her long legs that are wrapped in her white down comforter are extremely cold, and she realizes that a harsh draft is seeping through the window sill beside her bed. As she pulls back the curtains to check the window for cracks in the ledge, her eyes grow wide with amazement. The street lights reveal swirls of frosted confetti which overwhelm the pitch blackness of the night. It has not snowed this hard since she was a little girl and suddenly the terror of her dream dissipates. She jumps out of bed, slips on her purple fuzzy slippers, along with her matching robe and runs down the stairs.
The stars glisten
Illuminating shadows-
Icicles hang still
Her front door swings open from the harsh embrace of the wind and she manages to drift on to her porch. Her foot prints smear the freshly painted deck but they are quickly filled up again by the urgency of heavens winter release. Her eyes begin to spill like water falls and her rosy face along with the rest of her body goes numb. However, the arctic chill was worth it to her. The last time she had seen her father was on a night like this. He loved the snow and every part of its splendor reminded her of him. The howling in the air, the cold that cut through her pajama pants like a knife, the snowflakes the size of marshmallows and the cars that look like giant igloos. Even the smell of the wood burning across the street in her neighbor’s fireplace all made her feel like her father was near. It was like heaven had stopped by to visit her this night.
By: Sabina Nicole
Contest: winter
Concrete cells,
Solid iron doors,
Solitary confinement,
Cold hard floors.
Pitch blackness,
No shred of light,
Hardened criminals,
Lose their fight.
First night terrors,
Blood curdling screams,
No escape,
From nightmarish dreams.
Sleepless nights,
Tedious days,
Lowest of the low,
Contemplate their ways.
Cell doors slamming,
Echoing off the walls,
Horrendous memories,
Now haunt these halls.
Attempted escapes,
Lost innocent lives,
The history of Alcatraz,
Is cold, but thrives.
where the worm never dies and the fire's never quenched...foolish sinner souls stay
drowning and drenched in streams of blood,sulfer and sweat...there is no escape from eternitys snares,traps,and webs
like rats and roaches and mice and men in a volcanic river of rage
1000 times a day the ruthless and truthless get severed and slain
where the worm never dies and the fire's never quenched
earthly kings and queens turned into eternal slaves...once riding on the fence now they're screaming in the flames
their senses are invaded by the horrible stench...the misery and madness it just makes no sense
rich rulers and high henchmen stripped bare to the bone...they can't buy their way out because hell is their home
left in pitch blackness to think about their sins and mistakes
where the worm never dies and their fire's never quenched
maniacle millionaires sitting in electric chairs...savage succers stop and stare
they best beware and repent...put down that whiskey bottle,crack pipe,and mad monkey wrench
where the worm never dies and the fire's never quenched
the tide it keeps on turning and the nightmare is never ending
that worm of forever keeps bending and burning
mistaken and misguided they all swim in the fire...their memories get mangled as they long to retire
no hope for tomorrow and no fear of consequence
where the worm never dies and the fire's never quenched
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8/16/16
This world has still not yet been fully exlpored and mapped
Imagine that
Pages on the original bible aged
While many lifeforms were unable to reach the final stage
Due to unexpected disasters such as tidal waves
Objects now buried, that use to be on the surface
Waiting to be found, taken care of and used with a purpose
Or to be sold and purchased
In so many regions
Monuments built for specific reasons
Due to whatever it was that they believed in
Or to help them out through the seasons
Plants that are native
And others considered invasive
In all kinds of different places
Caves
In pitch blackness and shade
Full of things that are strange
Trees towering
Over fauna and flora flowering
And where others lost or found a ring
Stones
In biomes
That are scorched and froze
Some of which have markings that are still undeciphered and unknown
Animals adapting
As time continues passing
Nothing is everlasting
By: Dalton Ogletree
You walk outside and are struck
by the velvety blackness
you recall with bitterness
the night bringing that black buck
Yes he wooed her away
carried her off in darkness
no stars just a pitch blackness
in his bower with her lay
It was full darkness, no stars
my heart filled with bleakness
body shaking with coldness
trapped inside these steel bars
Beware the angel of dark
do not approach in blindness
take care to see it's grossness
be touched not by it's mark
BLACK IS NOT NEGATIVE--
And just what is blackness;
And why is it colourless
And what is blackness
Nothing
Zero a non-hero
Empty
Not whole
Nothing
Darkness
And what is blackness;
Color wash in the dark
Color lost
The property
Quality of being black in color.
Complete darkness;
The absence of any light.
" plunged into pitch blackness"
Belonging to human group of dark-colored skin.
"my experiences made me
" plunged into pitch blackness"
Who am I
I am black
Whom am I
I react to the fact
I'm not ashamed from wetch I came
What am I
Dark without void
Let it be told
Color lost
The property
Far more aware of my blackness than ever before
The quality or character associated with black people
"the blackness of the poetry
An inextricable aspect of his subject matter
Does it matter after
A state characterized by despair depression
A learnt lesson
There is a little hope
Amid the blackness of life
What is black and why is it nothingness
Or is it
Color lost
The property
Quality of being black in color.
Complete darkness;
And with this what color is God?
God is not a colored God
Yet He created the dark as well as the light
He created white and black
Rainbow red, green, yellow, blue, gold, browns yes and black
This and all colors God He made all that
yes even
Black
And ain't nothing wrong with that
Praise the Father for all colors
God don't make no mess
This includes black and it's not negative
2/23/19
written by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2019
5/16/22
Here let me paint you a drawing
My skin crawling
Something stirring and calling
As the leaves begin falling
It's appalling
That people are always squabbling
And gossiping
Yet another mauling
It's no longer enthralling
The temperature of the water freezing or scalding
People aging, greying and balding
This process has no halting
Most spills their guts like a geyser
Life's a , but I like her
With every fiber
Many think they're the , but they need a diaper
I got the job done with or without a screwdriver
Close and far from barbwire
While occasionally sipping hard cider
Or Budweiser
I'm no liar
Or one to preach to the choir
Nearby a campfire
And 4 car tires
I stood with a Rottweiler
Feeling lazy or hyper
Harmless like a Sandpiper
Damgerous like a Pit Viper
Harmless like all these ass wipers
Dangerous like a sniper
Harmless like a Striper
Dangerous like a Tiger
Harmless like the town crier
Dangerous like a Black Widow or Red-Back spider
Harmless like always being nicer
Dangerous like the edge of a pizza slicer
It's time for the next shock
Most thought they could fix it with a pep talk
Meanwhile close by flew a red hawk
Before I decided to jet off
Dealt with pests lots, put them in a headlock
Then they came to a dead stop
Nearby the bedrock
It's revolting
Far too much overindulging
And information withholding
Dangerous like exposure to molding
In all directions it's pulling
I'm still mulling
Meanwhile they continue at lulling
So that they are the ones controlling
In pitch blackness
Full of sadness
Reaching a state of madness
The pattern becoming erratic
It's nearly always tragic
With endless havoc
I almost had it
And went bat
But I partook in Black Magic
In a basement as well as an attic
In the end the outcome was anti-climactic
Incoherent Rain
October 4, 2013 at 7:54am
Ask me why there is no one left
I will tell you what
came afer the storm.
it was forever calm
because there was no-one left
Wind stopped blowing
fires stopped burning
Sunami stooped sunami-ing
Fish floating, boats capsided.
chapel for sea gulls now a
light house,burning
guiding lights snuffed
power out of control
Where is tomorrow
there will be no tomorrow
forever dusk
Who has seen the light
of day.?
Can anyone tell me what
truth smells like
What radiation taste like
Is there another
word for manhood
This breath we use to
utter is short
slow motion
slower-
cant pronounce my words
The grid is burning
puters not working
incommunicado
Theres a hole in the dyke
Make haste while the sunshines
to late to be heard cannot
see in pitch blackness
So scary when
Niagara Falls
stopped flowing
The yelling stopped
After the bombs dropped
Hiroshima toxic gas
The news
Haiti-
New Orleans
Vietnam
New york
cuba -
Who's allowed to
live until they die
these days.
When humans float like debris'
can the dignity be restored
too many of us newly old
and children of poor children.
Cried out eyes crimson,
The only roses to my valentine
The mind’s shut up
The heart’s stirred up
Tearing through pain and doubt
Broken and shutout
To find the moon rock
Gone on a permanent lunar walk
Perfect silence
Noiseless
Motionless quietness
Emotionless stillness
An ambiance of loneliness
A quote to the loveless
Mindless
Moonless
All her shining glory gone
All my life’s glow’s done
My core was her poles
Now my dullness shows...pales
I wear an artificial shine
Shallowness of a superficial mine
The days are none eventful
My nights less lunarful
My revolution’s anticlockwise
My rotation’s otherwise
Deprived of her near side
I dwell in a dark side
Loveless
Moonless
Pitch blackness
Spewed with heartlessness
Sky painted with a tarred hand
Night spilled into a burning band
Your phases captivated me like a clenched fist
I beg to open up to quench love’s thirst
In the desert of a deserted moon walk
Eclipsed in the dark
In the open moonlight of a frantic night
I saw the glimmering reflection
Of the earth fade in a turn
There I knew the hour is now
By the loud silence of the night where
No owls hoot but watched with dampened souls.
As I looked in their eyes I felt a cold shiver
Down my spine with fear of the unknown.
This path on which I trek, I knew many came this way
But that feeling of if I may return was left ambiguous.
I could see the moonlight fade by the sparkle
In the river as I walked by.
Now, here I was, in the pitch blackness of the night,
Then emerged a wrinkled hand, urging me on
Suddenly, many of them with blood spotted eyes
Gasping as if in need of air or blood I should say.
There, I knew I was at the very edge of my life
Could this be the end I thought, but as I was in thought:
One grasped my arm "come home with me" he said
Then to him I replied "this is not my end".
At my word I saw them withdraw in anguish
And pain, for a prey had been lost.
Then as I turned, here I was;
In the open moonlight of that frantic night,
With mysteries to tell of the unknown.
The evening was dark and creepy
All the crickets were chirpy
Then the wolves were howling
In the tree branch, the owl quiet
Two boys camping out for the eve
In a wide tee-pee wide awake
One was weeping, the other stared
Both of the boys were wide awake
There was no shiny moon or stars
For some reason it was pitch blackness
Both boys were very scared
They did not know the reason
Yet they were wondering why
Two boys no longer sleepy
Had a scared feeling all night
Waiting for the morning come
To return home safely
They decided never to go
in the woods again