Dark Hope Poems

Fireflying

Through dusk’s shadows they soar,
flickering evening lights,
flies flashing cold fire,
bugs unleashing lightning,
micro-luminescent,
miniscule miracles.

Though fainter than candles,
clustered firefly flocks
flash brighter than stars
in summer night skies,
sparking joyous wonder,
fluttering till sunrise.

In our darkened world,
can we shine like them,
glimmering in the gloom,
gifting goodness and hope
for all those who grieve
until a new dawn?


(First published in Feed the Holy, 19 March

For A Better Tomorrow

         there's little sunshine these days,
       and despair blows like a cold wind. 
             It rains, and rains, and rains. 
     state of affairs go

Behind the Grey

I'm searching the skies for a ray of light,
But all I find are thick clouds creating night.
I believe there is a silver lining behind the grey,
I wish I could find it today.

I breathe the air and it feels thin,
I need to fight though it seems impossible to win.
Even in the dark I need to hold

tears in the dead of night

sounds of violin crying out in the dark
desperate for one solitary ray of moonlight
string along all lost souls who stray in the night


AP: Honorable Mention 2025

The Longest Night

The darkest of mornings,
Light creeping slowly, very slowly,
Round the edges of my world,
As the day begins.

All day a half light struggles to make an impact 
But loses the battle
And dusk takes over far too soon,
And this shortest of days 
Descends into darkness.

This day has been a study in greys and black,
Skies dark, moods black, thoughts

sunlight whispers

sunlight whispers
hope for the dark sky
hot as hell
for my black umbrella
but still lightens my path

Respite

melancholy days approach;
escape where?  In naked woods?
where do winds wail around
the hilly slopes?
where ash, maple, and oak abound?
I see a dazzling blaze,
a kindling world,
as fires leap everywhere
all over the hemispheres,
where fatal booby traps are sprung,
where bombs fall without respite.
now, where can I escape?
Suddenly, night fell, and everything was quiet;
from somewhere, a bird sang.
I remembered

The Sublime Myth

Meaning hangs on a wing
and briefly holds together,
tipping on some fine edge,
a feathers weight from oblivion.
Take this evening, a sunset
settling upon the water, the fleck
of a small boat with its solitary figure
floating the still, birds flying overhead, 
each a part of a moment 
sliced from a second.

Mere coincidence, a chance picture 
put together by a

There Is An Angel Who Sits Upon My Shoulder Who Goes By The Name Of Death

There is an angel who sits upon my shoulder who goes by the name of Death,
And though I cannot always see him, upon my neck I can always feel his breath
As he whispers to me relentlessly, deftly using my soul’s own Shibboleth.


He is my phantasmagorical companion from which there has thus far been no escape,
One

Hanging On

grey drapes the colour of my realm
thick heavy fog pervades over
my thoughts that wander
to where I do not know
i cannot see

in bursts of silence
i gasp for air
a stagnant emptiness
is all i find

it boils it rages
and yet i feel it true
that with tomorrow
blue skies may come again


AP: 2nd place 2024, Front Page Pick 2024

The voyage of the lost in the void

As I embrace the void
The void swallows me whole
The sentient  sense of nothingness fills my heart
The void hates light as the light blinds the void 
I get really dark fantasies in the void
Pain reigns supreme in the void
Persistent loneness lies in the void
My dear, am sorry I belong to the void
Never wished to taint

Nauthiz

Nearly forgot to mention
A very important issue
About the rune I got
It is called Nauthiz - 
What a strange sounding name. 
To tell you in short, it means
That I’ve reached the bottom
And from the low of this point
I'd better move up facing hardships
And whatever trials to come.
But I don’t believe it’s all true
Cause I keep believing

Soon

It is still dark.
But there is a
soft glow on
the horizon.
Soon, it will be
bright enough
for all to
read the verses
penned in these
dark times.

Soon!

Discovery

However we seem
To consider the world,
Broken, messy, haunting
We deem.
One thing remains.

How terrible,
Frightening, and
Heartless creatures
Humans can be,
One thing is constant.

The beauty of humans
Discovering anew
With each passing day
Like never before.

As the world
Grows darker
There remains
A simmer of light;
We call it hope.

Something out there
That will be found, 
Discovered, adored, 
Forever yearned for.

Meeting new people
Who will someday
Love or hate you,
Even

The Messy Transformations

We all celebrate happy endings,
But we seldom get to know the messy transformations

The messy middles

where the roads are windy and no end is in sight,
Yet we must continue...

Where life seems like quick sand
yet every moment is ages long

Where we want to find ourselves
Yet we find ourselves running away from self

Where we are bruised
Where hope and

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