Dark Hours Poems - Poems about Dark Hours

...like shadows they follow us they tell their stories on pages that may or may not be seen, or read, we a'muse them - "we", of course, are truly inconsequential in the greater scheme of thi......Read the rest...

...Who am I is a question, That baffles and confuses me. Aren’t I a stranger to myself, When in me angels and demons cohabit, Dwelling side by side. Sometimes I am mired in confusion. Sometimes ......Read the rest...

...* for my dear State of Maine * ~ such tears we shed for tender flesh that dearest matter, bullets thresh oh, how can we e’er learn to trust ......Read the rest...

..."As water flows down when a faucet is turned on, thoughts and feelings pour out into a journal cleansing the heart" ~ By Poet I keep a journal, a treasure chest of memories. Where I record ea......Read the rest...

...I was assaulted last night, sleepless gray hands attached to an insane mind kept me on the edge of delirium. Mind attacks are never real but when the dark hours cling to you like spiders you ......Read the rest...

...Sitting on a chair at the front door, wishing for cars to stop by the road, waiting until the dark hours of the night; Night would be bright if their shadows would show. Holding my wife's ha......Read the rest...

...I have emptied my heart into these pages My pen has bled words in red You can look straight into me I have painted me as I am Honest and truthful I don’t want to be a sham Here ......Read the rest...

...The golden hour for rising has arrived, and there are violet roses in the sky, So, I bid hello to you, my robust friend, as the vibrant, cerise birds float by. The obsidian night, it was very lon......Read the rest...

...Be sure you’re in before midnight On the Eve of Halloween Or you could get more than a fright From the awful things you’ve seen. The Trick or Treating finished, The children safe in bed ......Read the rest...

...jeezis … didn’t you know? you HAD to know you were there, too you felt it - you said so before I said a WORD you had expressed it … perfectly you were the river I swam up slow deep pris......Read the rest...

...I have mirrored the whole of my life On this mercurial surface I have painted myself on this glossy canvas My pen has bled words in red You can look straight into me As you see my reflection o......Read the rest...

...O God of the universes of Creation as a whole I raise my hands; and open my heart and soul.' Prostrate I call upon your power, to bless my Friends in these long dark hours' these days Long abhorr......Read the rest...

...“The Hand that Rocks the Cradle is the Hand That Rules the World” by William Ross Wallace Oh! Woman Aren’t you God’s supreme handiwork? An animated form of chiseled art A joy to beh......Read the rest...

...Shrivelled day, Mottled charred desires, Still pursuits, Dying hope, Shadowed duty engagement, We fall and rise still.......Read the rest...

...While we wait The terrace of our flat is a place for retired kings the sun shines humbly not burning my nose and the sea is calm as a full glass of water left undisturbed in the kitche......Read the rest...