Dark Metaphor Poems - Poems about Dark Metaphor

Thunder, like anger, crashing in the skies above The lightening seemingly frightening But is in fact- lighting the way....

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They took and took Never looking to see if there would be anything left That fire that once shown so bright Nothing but a husk of an ember Yet they continue to try taking Nothing left but ashes Still they take but now they choke I’m nothing but dust now But they choke They cry As tears run from their eyes It seems they...

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Here she is Her smile as if painted on Shining, eye catching Her shell cracking Breaking, snapping Slowly revealing the true little clown Oh, my silly little fool No amount of pain or porcelain could hide something as hideous as you Oh, now don’t weep Don’t fret After all, the show isn’t over yet....

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- The reality perspectives from nothing to nothing ...

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once … there - with trunks of monkey’s meth there grew a breadth of bunky breaths deplored by dreaded, drunky deaths to calm their chemic coggers the fame of phlegmic foggers so deep and dark those dribble bibs didst dig their dearest double-dibs and drowned, the fartish fizzles fibbed and, preened with puzzled puzzlers quite choked their chucking guzzlers tho bending tendrils tripped those drips while...

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deck is stacked with black cats hungry and forlorn pressing in bolts of thunder - blinded with cacophonies the ace of spades - fear, bad luck, hatred, war worry lines, frowns, battle torn coal, night, pitch - the starry night, disoriented ...

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This thing I keep in my brain. Makes me discouraged. There's something on my mind. The one special part of me. My head is not so kind. A dekcuf up thing I see. Suddenly I feel so ashamed. I fight, I won't win. What a different kind of pain. A disaster and a sin. The sun...

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My dark soul of damnation deserves decay as I drown in the abyss from deceitful debauchery with the help of my decadent deluded mind and the staged dastardly deeds of defiance from choices made when my heart filled with delusion turned demon needing to damage from my demonic dare of digging deeper into a self-created darkness driven by the diabolical devastation...

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In this world so obscured of brutality, someone will efface this darkness, pass a message of white purity and draw a paradise... !...

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Hot zones of danger, dark places where dense hearts go Hearts that are cold as ice Roll the dice ... take a chance on fatal corona exploration Go ghetto orbital and gamble with your porcelain life You’ve been whitely warned: Shun the spots — the darkside of the Helios shadows, where the sun don’t golden glow It’s best to yield to your coin conscience; the fade-to-black...

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Cooler air stream rides On back of thundering storm Wicked this way comes Pounding rain and hail Weather clash of the titans Lightning cleaves the sky Thunder quakes the land Animals flee fast in flight Humans seek cover Dark siege slowly ends Battle clouds exhaust their rage Scattered by the sun...

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Was it a cruel twist of fate? Sneering, laughing chance? Perhaps something I ate? A bad bout of happenstance? It wrenched and tore at my gut, A sickening, sober, foreboding sign. Wretched chance it was not, This time was by insidious design. The awful nausea, Brought on by the thought of the pariah, Is enough to cause ya, A bad case of diarrhea! It brought back the...

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Prelude After banishing my foe off to hell The Lord took pity on my soul And returned it to my undead shell Again, I was alive and whole But the consequences of a second chance Meant that I would have to lead a life Godly and good Now more sins and women would I romance The dancing is afoot… I used to drink...

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fraying feathers darkened wings fetid furls from perished things ... moldering meat ...

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Whilst life tales do rehash passed remarks chilly winds do come with aching darkness that curtails of forlorn moments of what's fitting. Can a taste of the wind 's breath bend lifetime like a blade of grass? 5/27/2020...

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