Darkling Poems - Poems about Darkling

Some flowers bloom well into twilight, moonlight mesmerizes them, leads them into dreams of distant dawns. The velvet drapes of summer do not offend them, rather they entice as they bathe within deeply tidal lullabies. Gently the blossoms succumb, gentle is the soft enfolding. A warmed and darkening air descends to couple with the intimate scents of floral favors, perfumes that linger upon wafts of intimacy. all hidden by...

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fear drives the dark death rides sight unseen devise a wicked threshold miles gained while catching sleep lost dreams and vague debris passersby and inbetweens the momentum of obscurity time is the flicker of a snap flees an instance outline against brights beam a moving silhouette the weight of grief hanging from trees regret breathes in sweet the...

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Under waning moon and festooned sky With darkness to illuminate the night It is already morning Though beneath blackened heavens One couldn't hope to know It will soon reverse its darkling effect. This is faith beyond the wraith This is hope surpassing spectres Yesterday's sun is no Assurance of today's But faith sticks out its hand Until warmed by mornings kiss....

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Forget that I am shallow, Or that I crave tears, And that I am full of malice Like a deceitful notion, I am here to destroy. Forget that I am terrible, Or that you ought to fear my thoughts, And array my silent hunt That my hardness is soon upon you. Forget that I am darkness, And that I am everywhere So sleep well in the...

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"Darkling in Distress" Spirits of ancient entities prowl hauntingly through eerie mist encumbered by flesh no more beyond sweet breath of lovers kiss as skeletons of eras past evaporated vapors wandering through tunnels concealed by lace drapes of sorrow. in clandestine atmosphere horror of hollow empty shells dark corridors impune as essence of torturous bones consume an imprisoned heart of a darkling in distress. kidnapped in a vacant...

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Oh darksome prince, how I bowed at your feet you asked me for bourbon and nothing to eat I followed you close as a pitiful pet you gave me a pill thatwould make me forget But I must remember with switches and whips to punish myself for the taste of your lips your lips and your arms oh darkling devine imprison my...

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The sun has set on our harried noon,the owl play elegy on the lintel of gathering a dusk, serenating sounds scour the soul,with searing rhythm of pain, a ricocchet of cracking hearts,heard above the beatitudes muttered in chilling morsels or whispered from tyrant heights The sun has set on a blasted noon,we grope in the choking darkness...

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