Black As Coal Poems - Poems about Black As Coal

...Destiny any, there’s a common thread in the unique journey of every soul, going through life, playing their ordained role, attachments gripping fickle heart in dread. False is the narrative which......

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... hate, cruel acid that corrodes the soul and......

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... Her eyes a sapphire blue, An awesome sight to view, Her nose aristocratic, She was so charismatic, Her lips a rosy petal pink, One had to blink, Or been seen as staring, Her nature a sheer......

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... Eternal Pain Raped, beaten and taken from me Body stretched out, hand and knee. Blood on the door, blood on the wall Eyes open wide, but nobody saw. One life, two lives denied, A second sou......

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...LET IT OUT Self understanding remains my goal With no part greater than the whole Yet somewhere within the anger lies It can’t escape, yet so hard it tries I’ve tried looking deep into my so......

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...Our steps echo on different paths, though we tread the same ground, Each destiny has its own magic, its own constellation of falling stars, Another's success is a chimera that disintegrates in my h......

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...Often, dark and grey; sometimes dark-grey; then, as black as coal In the shadow of the sunlight, gloom seems to be the soul. As shades of Banyan trunks fall on yellow-green carpet grass A broken s......

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...Take me through what you desire, Those memories that burn like fire, All the qualities that you admire, And all those dreams that backfire, Walk me through all that pain, Those monsters you tr......

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...His heart was black as coal a cantankerous soul So cruel and so unkind He was ever so clever but never would ever Reveal what's on his mind It was commonly known was a cad fully grown And a......

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...In the shadows, where the night is dark and deep, Aurorabelle DeVil weaves her wicked spell, with a heart that's cold as sleep, and a wicked little grin that tells the tale. The moon above, the only ......

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... The path to wisdom is through the ears not the mouth It's when you choose to speak that it all goes south If you seek knowledge through power It is an illusion merely designed to make others......

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...The wagging tongue, a weapon is, when vengeful words like arrows whizz. They pierce the heart and wound the soul, No surgeon's stitch can heal the hole. Sharp words can wound and cut like a swo......

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...Dotty doggy duo, daily derring-do, descending leaves decorating yard, Beau-black as coal, brown-eyed batty Gus, barking brazenly, bounding, both bonkers? a boisterous, "You betcha!" Kings of......

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...My soul was broken and battered The pieces of who I am left scattered For years I battled to find the real me With pain written on my face for all to see Addiction is an affliction And it mak......

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... i. ‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, Not a creature was stirring, not even my spouse. My wife and son lay silent, all tucked in their beds, Visions of demons no long......

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