Dark. Poems - Poems about Dark.

His soft hiss now rattles the floor, that fanged wandering traveler. Those three knocks upon a red door, his soft hiss now rattles the floor. A vampire welcomed wanted more from this unassuming stranger. His soft hiss now rattles the floor, that fanged wandering traveler....

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He doesn't answer when I scream Into the dark, into my pillow, Into the hollow between breaths Where prayers rot. Everyone says He listens. But maybe He doesn't listen to girls like me. Maybe I'm the mistake in the plan. The broken thread. The shadow on the altar. They told me He loves the brokenhearted, But He watched when it happened, He watched, and...

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[Verse 1] We can’t look away from the pain and the sorrow, From the fear and despair, The cries of the broken, the lost and the hollow Are rising in the air. Still, we turn away, Like it’s not meant to be, Trying not to feel it, Like this shadow Is just a mystery. [Chorus] No… we can’t look away From the weak and the weary, We can’t...

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I am highly entertained though I see through the window what lies there: yes, dark cloud hovers above our street like a piece of rag. But we admire contraries. I am entertained because I hear rag - all about pineapple, reflection, stoptime, a paragon, a maple leaf. You would never predict your treasure, how so many of us listen to it today, your music downloaded...

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baptised bloodline boiling beneath belladonna brewed basins of blame...

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I stood on the gravel pathway, feeling the wind gently kiss my face, and the sweet scent of cherry blossoms, mingling with the air. My hands went up to my mouth, covering my gasp, as I saw him kneel down on one knee, a velvet box in his hands. A gentle smile adorned his face, as he looked...

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I'm not insane. I swear to God, I just wanted to help her. To reach out and save her. I grabbed her, to urge her to move. That's when I recognized the terror on her face. She was scared, just like me. I didn't like that. Don't be scared. I'm just trying to help. "P-please...don't." I sighed as she stammered out those words when...

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bloodline begins when wanton wiles of wayward women beset beast's breast...

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There are places not meant to be spoken of. They say beyond the edge of stars, Beyond light’s last breath, Where time forgets to tick And God no longer watches— There lies The Dark World. Not a planet. Not a shadow. But a chamber carved in the ribs of the cosmos, Where silence was born, And screams are swallowed whole. It is here, At 33 minutes past...

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It wasn't the storm that ravaged the dark sky, nor the heavy silence that settled like a velvet shroud, not the muffled cry beneath layers of quiet breath, but a single tear, from the left eye, falling secretively, slow and full of meanings, carving its deep truth on the face of a man who had never known tears. They say the...

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Our heart wanders lost through the dark forests, and our dream struggles in the castle of doubt, with echoes of uncertainty, but within us sings a secret music, a melody that knows no silence, hope is pushed into the abysses of shadow, but the angel rises again, taking us with him in flight, in the wings of light that...

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Skeleton Pen part 2 Emeralds to Ambers Open fields to spices Nightly winds flow musical Rain drops to reflections upon puddles With no delay Soon life decays Time waits for no one Always chasing the wind Dreams fade away Days are numbered any way Writing another poem in the dark Ascend from the earth Tombstones...

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a r~a~g~i~n~g beast that r~o~a~r~e~d loud through dry grasslands e~m~b~l~a~z~o~n~e~d just like sunlight rays in forested ~s~e~a~s~ a glowing friend who radiates love's embrace a relentless enemy that rides on a wild horse a beacon of hope that beams brilliant stories ...

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I have a brain. But not just any brain — I have a brain dog. It doesn’t sit. It doesn’t stay. It runs. Fast. Far. Wild. It sniffs every thought ever thought. Dreams in 4D. Overthinks lunch plans like it's nuclear policy. Sometimes... it chases shadows. Dark ones. Horror-movie-type thoughts. So I lock it up.! “Time-out,” I say. “No more mind mazes today.” And there...

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