Dark Metaphor Poems - Poems about Dark Metaphor

Dark and Stormy

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

Drag them with you

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

Little Clown

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.

- Ghost -

- The reality perspectives
                                              from nothing to nothing
  

Murky Mess

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

Poe In Perpetuity

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
  

Solar Winds

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

In the Abyss

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

Someone Will Draw Paradise For Us

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

Shun Spots

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

Thunderstorm

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

The Dancing: the Last Dance

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

The Dancing: the Return Thereof

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

Spoiled

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

          moldering meat
       

Rehash Passed Events

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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