Dark Poems | Examples

Window Upon Rain

window picking from the pane
a lock of rain
her body starts with its refrain
the little girl's face
everyone wears her masquerade
dark dripping gaze

that glass drains
she's mine to chafe
window picking from the pane
her tender shape
she cracks from the sky's frame
as if a fall could be sustained.

Dark Princess

My heart, 
unable to beat
until I hear the treading, 
the treading of your feet.

My Dark Princess, 
dark and stunning,
you set my heart free, 
down a path and running.

You cause me to smile. 
It has been a while, My Love.
Come with me and fly 
as though you were a dove.

Your smile is entrancing. 
You are my very best friend.
We'll be together forever, 
for which there is no end.

Although you are dark... 
what I say is right...
You, Dark Princess, 
have filled my dark soul with love and light.

Taste of fire

Said you could
Hold it; hold fast
Hold me
That you weren't
Scared
Of the rage
The sadness underneath
That you knew
The taste of
Matches and smoke

Hate inside of me

Anger and jealousy 
Rage inside of me
Keeps me warm
Never good enough
Since I was born
Helplessness
Impotence
Let it burn me up

Turn down your violent rhetoric, America, you’re losing your soul

Turn down your violent rhetoric, America, you’re losing your soul.
Wish I could, but the First Amendment has no volume control.
And what if the violent rhetoric gets dangerously loud?
That’s what the Second Amendment is all about.
So you can offer no hope, no guiding instruction?
Just what Mark Twain saw a long time ago:
Every civilization carries the seeds of its own destruction.

Strangers In The Night

An eerie stillness enshrouds,
the street I dwell in,
lone shadows loiter and lounge,
dark ink creatures peep

wet croak from a gaunt hermit,
slumped on granite bench, 
faint cry from flitting figures
estranged by night chill

Death wears blue

Death wears blue
Hollowed eyes
Sleepy grin
Twisted mouth
Smiled at me
As her voice
In my dreams
Between his rattle
And her breath
Silently screams
You're killing me

Weeds

Call me deadly nightshade
Poison in my blood
Anger sparks cruel words
Inspired desperate actions
That cannot be undone
The weapon my tongue
Bloodsports for the soul

Judas

Leather hide-wild eye
What should I do
Blackened mind
Borrowed time
Trading pieces 
Of myself 
For thirty silver coins

Masochist

The thundering pain
The fills my bones 
Skin stretched right
A razor blade
Drags out 
Never digs in
Can never quite reach
The itch within

Guns don't kill, people do

A little girl in her bright red hat.
About five, or something like that.
Runs to her dad, playing cowboy on a horse.
And the skittish horse bucks, of course.
Oh, the little time that tragedy requires.
The just-bought gun accidentally fires.
The little girl falls, grasping her bright red hat.
Imagine that.

Into madness

As we glance at one another, peering over the edge. Do we hold hands or kill each-other, now in the madness as we descend?

Raise a flag and sing an anthem of colours stolen and selling slaves!  Be proud of a history of bloody violence ruling the waves.

See a nation living in mourning for what was promised but never seen. Look at ‘leaders’ of political parties reforming hate  and division for what WW2 had been. 

See civility collapse into anarchy as a nation moves to a state of political unrest. Watch history unfold for gate to nail its quest.

Quietness in the Shadows

There’s a quietness in the shadows.
A lonely place where sadness grows.
A place in time where my mind goes.
Thoughts and memories are my foes.

But I have learned to not resist,
for when I do, they just persist.
I used to fight; I’d clinch my fist.
Shadow boxing, I always missed.

Meditating on dark and light,
it came to me I shouldn’t fight.
Brightest light or dark as the night,
their contrast gives us better sight.

The reason for simplicity,
to deal with life’s complexity.

Misgiving

Misgiving

Somewhere between sweet  dreams and nightmares 
I find my true existence
Shades of grey are all I see

Life within the twilight wears heavy on my soul
Disquiet and apprehension my reality

There are no allies in the shadows
I fight the dragon all alone
I love the light but dwell in the dark

Where is my fairy tale my happy ever after
I feel the dusk approaching It’s calling out to me

Here I go again

The Stalker

The faces in photos,
become the darkness,
behind a back-alley
of this dark street,
her virginity
is your ecstasy
A wish upon
a wrong star.....
Falling for
little girls
of innocence,
not wishing
for your
slaying here.....
Her colors
become drained
as your urges
so strongly
build to a lost shepherd
becoming a demon.
A victim
is now
the monster,
of your urges,
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