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Premium Member Never Again

Silently, she lies there listening to sirens off in the distance, 
On the bed where they just recently enjoyed each other’s passion.
The neighborhood dogs, barking at the noise in the night, are taken inside by their owners.
Tears streak down her cheeks knowing that never again would she make love to him.

Never again would they kiss and make up;
Never again would they laugh together until it hurt;
Never again would she stare intently into his deep, dark eyes;
Never again would she cuddle with him in the dark of the night;

Never again would he strike her in anger;
Never again would he leave bruises all over her body;
Never again would he overpower her with his brute strength;
Never again would she lie about how she got another black eye.

She loved him too much to find fault with his behavior;
Surely, somehow, she must have deserved the full force of his wrath.
She hated him too much to continue to endure the pitiful look in his eyes
As if asking, why do you allow me to treat you like a whore?

Flashing lights of blue and red reflected off the corners of the bedroom wall.
Neighbors, dressed in bathrobes, pointed the police officers to the window of her room.
The gun which pierced the silence of the night with six rapid, successive blasts
Slipped from her fingers, landing on the floor next to the lifeless body of her man.
© Joe Flach  Create an image from this poem.

Ballad of Alexandria the Female Knight

Alexandria was a gallant knight,
She used to sit at Arthur’s Round Table.
Dressed as a boy, she helped knights fight evil
As the Blue eyed hero of this fable.

The young lady fell in love with Arthur,
But unknowing, he married Guinevere.
Alex’s heart was hurt, but she stayed true,
She battled alongside him without fear.

Sparring with Lancelot, she learned to fight,
Alex earned respect from her belov’d king,
He never knew she was an armored girl.
He only saw her long weapons in swing.

On a dark and stormy night they set off,
The knights of Camelot looked for The Grail;
Alex as custom rode by Arthur’s side.
They searched through forest glades without avail.

Finally they came across a large cave,
Its dark and dank depths were filled with despair.
Alex entered in front of the brigade,
Arthur gave her braveness no thought or care.

Down in the black unfathomable cave,
At the farthest reaches a light appeared.
Guided by instincts, they knew this was it,
The home of the Holy Grail they revered.

The room guarding The Grail sparkled with gold,
Hundreds of cups lined the intricate walls.
Together the comrades stood and puzzled.
Which of these cups would bring about their falls?

Would it be a goblet, made out of glass?
Could something like The Cup be plainly wood?
Arthur studied the many chalices.
He thought he’d found it, no one understood.

On a pillar was a gold glass, shining.
Its pleasant brightness filled up the whole room.
Arthur was about to drink its liquid
When Alex interfered and met her doom.

Arthur’s brave knight wanted to try it first,
She knew the wrong choice would bring instant death;
So she begged Arthur to let her test first,
After drinking, she soon ran out of breath.

Alex knew that Christ was a carpenter,
She wasn’t surprised that he’d chosen wrong.
Alex knew that her love would bring her fall,
So our hero bade a silent so long.
Form: Ballad

The Dark Angel

i am a Dark Angel-
in an illuminated world
everything is unforgiving
even to a little girl

all the people i see
are a jolly sight
all are laughing happily;
but i am left out in the rainy night

i am a Dark Angel
and i am just a Shadow
struggling with an addiction
and thinking about cremation

all the things i see
as i look about,
everybody avoids me
it makes me just want to shout

all the tears,
all this spilled blood,
remember the past years
when we were young?

i am just a silent Dark Angel.
Form:


Ferry

FERRY]

FERRY.
-----------.
At dark of night,gentle touch on your body.
lying on home span leaf of date palm tree.
hatred mind, deep that hungry.
though i shall make a ferry.
gently touching on that beautiful till he is reluctant.

at dark of night like a sailor of my ferryboat.
my boat is ferrying on that dangerous river.
but the taste of same, i did not get ever.
no there is no blame of a man.
why take risk at dark of night,boat may sink than.
hatred eyes till waits with hungry. you will enjoy with hungry and take that chastity
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Form: Imagism

Lesson Not Learned

I thought about everything
walking down a dark hall
then I thought maybe I should expose
my feelings on paper taped to the wall
I have a sickness no cure no drugs
I am comforted by a thought my wrists bleeding blood
bloody dark sticky ooze
covering years of pain and emotional abuse
closed eyes deep breaths sharp pains in my chest
never a right answer always wrong I guess
where is love what is a friend
one mistake never forgiven
one wrong turn that's why its dead end
this place just gets darker the light never begins
don't want to be alone just need to get help
all my joy has gone only hurt is felt
caught in my own quick sand depression
if there's anything I learned life's one big lesson
Form: Rhyme

The Kiss

step a little closer come into my mind
follow the screams that haunt the horrors that bind
do you feel the shadows as they crawl into your memories
teasing tasting devouring your once happy dreams
turning dark and confused slowly coning becoming more bold
jumping with every thump and that icy cold hold 
out slips your breathe in dire anticipation
starting to hear moans and groans from the lord of dark salutations
pulling and gnawing taking me nearer
until I crave the cold sweet kiss of your fear
leaning close kissing your once warm lips
as away your soul finally slips



Thank you my kind friends
 LaBella Dreams
Form:


Descend Into Despair

Darkness covers all of me
The blackness is so deep, i cannot see
Shadowy forms float in front of me and my back
It feels as though i've fallen into a dark sea,i'm fading into the black
Deep in this dark sea everything turns to grey
It feels as though my being is fading away
MY mine and body feel broken,there's a taint on my soul that i cannot bare
I'm falling even further into my despair
One foot in the grave, a moment closer to hell
I'm close to bidding the light farewell
Surronded on all sides by this cold and heartless world,filled to the brim with malice
I'm being boxed in by my aching loneliness
I can't hold on,i feel weary within
Despair has nested in my heart,all my joy is at an end
No one understands this pain that i'm feeling
From constantly seeing all this hurting,bleeding,crying,and screaming
I've withered away now,my existence is no longer presently there
Cause i've fallen into the dark sea, I've Descended into Despair
Form:

Save Me

Its dark - friend
Its lonely
I have no one to talk to
I have no one that cares

If only that you had the power to cure this
To take under wings to disappear
If only that you had the power to change
This dark day to a brighter tomorrow

Let it fade
Let it pass
Cure me from this pain

Its dark - friend
Its lonely
Please save me from this pain
© Gavin D.S.  Create an image from this poem.

In a Dark Place

In a dark place
I reside
I am so far down
That I can't even see 
The light anymore
And it terrifies me 
Too scared to live
Too scared to die
I am stuck
Caught in a never ending circle
Always running back into myself
Wanting to escape from this prison
But not knowing how
Lost in a dark place
With no escape

Its Dark

Its dark
So dark I cannot see
im just gonna bow my head
and let me be
the sun was set
was set for me

The hope I had was dragged through dust
The faith I lived now caked with rust
Im beggin now, to the one whos just

these chains that bind
ignore my plea
it was not written 
to set me free
I forgot
Forgot how to smile
Standing here in deaths 
Rank in file
 
The heart I had was dragged through dust
The lock and key now caked with rust
Im beggin now, to the one whos just

Im so lost
Lost in myself
Looks like my life’s 
Going back on the shelf
Surrounded by light
All around me
But 
Its dark 
So dark I cannot see

Looks like im knockin on heavens door
Form: Rhyme

The Sweet Sorrow

Before you see the light, you must die.
Just give up the fight, we long for your cry.
Do you feel alive, in this habitat?
Do you think you thrive. you stingent rat.
Never ending search, for the sanctuary.
Dance through the burning church, for all euternity.
The Devil beats his drum, in the dark of Heaven.
We beckon you to come, for together we'll win.
Sky is turning red, who do you turn to?
All is dead, now it's time for you.
The demons call, the fallen scream.
You continue to fall, in this horrid dream.
Death's tune, fills the sky.
You'll die soon, but don't be shy.
I dance with the dead, in the dark of hell.
Lies of what we said, of the prophecies we tell.
Empty eyes, filling with hollow cries.
Humanity dies, now you see the lies.
The sweet sorrow, calls for you now.
Can you accept tomorrow, can you graciously bow?
Why do you run, for you cannot escape.
Realize you're done, for the Devil takes his shape.
Let your mind go, and forget your name.
Welcome to this show, and join in this game.
Now you arrive, before the Damned souls.
Together we'll thrive, as temptation now controls.
No repent, for the wicked ones.
Truth always bent, by the sinister sons.
The shining knights, twist whats true.
These final nights, consume you.
The broken sight, will take you through.
You tried so hard, to be the best.
Yet you're left scarred, like all the rest
Form: Rhyme

Broken Thoughts

Dismal, dark and gray,
 watch the clouds roll by.
Thunder quakes,
 lightning snakes.
Not a move is made,
 I am not afraid.
Let the lightning strike me,
 my soul shall then be free.
Free from the turmoil all around,
 inside, outside, up and down.
All my wishes, hopes, dreams broken,
 yet not a word have I spoken.
I bleed out my tears,
 damaged from all my years.
Dismal, dark and gray,
 not the sky, my day.
Form: Bio

Trapped In a Swamp of My Own Creation

My nighttime world
Brought on by dreams and nightmares
Subconscious fantasies 
Hidden away by the day’s light
I wander through it with no guide
No path to lead my way
Only dimly lit by a waning moon
A dark green swamp
Moss hanging from shaded Cyprus trees
Like the hair of an ancient hag
Destined to exist in this world
Murky brown water stands stagnant
Beneath a slowly shifting grey fog
Snakes droop from low lying branches
Blending into the foliage around them
Waiting for something to pass by
They hiss and snap
Issuing a warning to all who listen
I am the only one who hears
Maybe if I listen hard enough
I may find my way out when the sun rises
But I know that that cold moonlight
The light of the waning moon
Grey and cold
Lacking shadows or definition
Will once again trap me
Hold me in a world of my own creation
And my hope will die
And I’ll become part of my own subconscious fantasy
Never to again escape
Trapped in that dark green swamp
Swallowed by the hanging moss
And I will just simply cease to be
The question is
Does it matter to anyone but me?

Iv: the Rioters

(for the unfortunate students slaughtered in my country)

Sir – darest V.C.,
The dark hours of the night
Received no crows of the cock;
And like owls, the boys made violent
Hooting, waking us like sleeping cocks.

Of course, dear V.C,
At midnight those strange faces 
Buried in dark cars: these strangers,
Like hooded saints of ancient stages,
Ah! gentle messengers of merciless gods:

Their pocket-guns woke the day;
Their barking silent steps woke the boys;
The innocent babes of sleepy stay;
Up and down the caged streets rushed the boys!

Now – dear V.C.,
While the day slept with twilight stars
The dark messengers are gone!
Like little fragments of the devil’s stars
From those lost battles for heaven –

O! Sir – noble V.C.,
Heaven knows … faces, legs, hands, voices
Of boys, of girls, of birds, of objects:
Ah! everywhere: nature’s kids are rioters!
Called forth from sleep by strange faces.

Yes! man, beast, flower, & all
Are made victims of a sea of rioters;  
Soldiers marching without the famed gun,
These children prevailed after the storms.
© Canny Amah  Create an image from this poem.
Form:

Behind Me

There's something dark behind me,
laying in those broken shards of glass
slippery with blood
something I can’t get past. 
I can't say what it is,
all I know is that it's there
and it's forever waiting,
to swallow me when unaware.
It's like walking on egg shells
except these cut so very deep
makes you afraid to close your eyes
makes you afraid to sleep.
There's something dark behind me
and I'm afraid to turn around
because I know what it is,
and it can take me down.
Form: Rhyme

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