Darkness. Poems | Examples

In the hidden darkness of the guarding night

In the hidden darkness of the guarding night,
Where the silent world holds its breath at dusk,
Lies a deep and undeciphered secret,
An untold story where love and destiny meet.
On the unseen path where shadows dance,
We were like two spirits lost in an ancient spell,
Seeking the answer in the undying flame of a candle,
In an unbroken dance of dreams and promises.
The whisper of leaves and the song of the wind guided us,
Through the corridors of time where reality and fantasy intertwine.
We were like two comets traveling through the cosmic sea,
Searching for that meeting point where stories become real.
Under the dome of the starry sky, where mystery watches,
I felt your secret, emerging from the depths of times gone by.
In the mystical silence, we both felt the burning longing,
An unbounded desire to find what seems lost.
I miss that night, the enchantment that enveloped us,
The promise of a love that died in the heart of the night.
Yet, in the cosmic abyss where the mystery persists,
I continue to seek you in an unseen world where love exists.

In times of darkness

the sun hides behind clouds
the prism of reality out of reach
~ I try to stay positive



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AP: Honorable Mention 2025

The power of darkness

Scars heal faster in the dark
but we were told to seek healing
in the glorious power of light!

What if angels live in the dark
& demons in the light?

What if the map- our guide-
our search in the direction of light
points towards the dark?

Why do we have to come
and go' in the dark?

Why is the key to
miraculous transformation
hidden in the dark?

I think the truth lies in the dark
& that is why it is hardly recognised.
But easier for those who have got used
to lying and being lied to, in the dark.

In the end, everything has a dead end
& all dead ends reside in the dark!

More Than A Soft Toy

Your fur is worn thin now,
patches where love pressed too hard,
but to me you were never just a toy -
you were the voice of courage
when the dark grew too loud.

I held you like a secret shield,
breathing into your sewed ear
the worries I dared not share with my mother.
You guarded them in silence,
never speaking a word
but somehow - I always slept easier.

In daylight you became a friend
sailing ships across blankets,
chasing clouds across the plaster sky,
celebrating every victory
in make-believe wars you alone could prove 

Even now,
you linger on my shelf,
a gentle witness that love
is stitched to last
beyond the years.

Bring to me seed of darkness

Bring t’me seed of darkness special,
I’ll from dawn, of brightness special.

Thoughts crowd the mind dressed as special,
Some more so, some are less special. 

What to wear, what not’s worth weighing,
In merit, one’s dress is special.

In today’s times of power and puff, 
No less is one’s address special. 

Bring to me a man bogged with blame,
Confess he’ll, goodness is special. 
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Ghazal |03.09.2025| dress, bless, goodness, riddle

1410 rhyme time

a single spark can light the darkest night,
and turn our timid hearts to fearless flight.

The shadow whisper

It’s whispers.
Can you hear them?
I don’t want to,
but they force me to.

Sitting in an empty room,
with no one—
just a cigarette in my hand.

Every time it touches my lips,
it kills me
and makes me want to avoid it—

I know that cigarette is not good for me,
but I like doing something
I know is going to kill me.

But he likes that I do that—
killing myself, he whispered to me,
saying, “Can we switch places?”

I said, “How can I get into the wall?
You are a shadow.”

But how…
I was talking to a shadow
in a room
completely empty and dark.

The whispers say to me:
“Look at me.
Look at the darkness,
and feel both sides of it
that you don’t think exist.”

I thought something was wrong.
I kept hearing him
until he said:
“Come closer…
to someone else in the room,
because my name isn’t dead.”

When I turned on the light,
I saw nothing
but my shadow dancing in front of me,
my body frozen, watching.

And when I looked back,
something was coming out of the wall
with a cigarette,
saying to me:
“I like doing something
I know is going to kill me."

The light

Yet again another light appears in the dead of night , Waking me from sleep with a majestic sigh

Yet a sigh I’m unable to grasp, gazing into the light, dwelling while it lasts

But I know the beam will soon die out, the light will be dimmed amidst the clouds

I will tilt my head and stare as the light fades away, wondering why such a sigh can never stay

Once again the night returns before my eyes, no longer consumed by the lies of the light 

The deception that captivated my brain, must have been a delusion I made in vain 

I’ll remind myself the simple truth, there was no light, there is simply darkness in the dead of night 

And yet I know tonight, I’ll stay awake eager to see the sigh, waiting for my eyes to illuminated by the beauty of the light 

I’ll wait for what is nothing but an illusion, I’ll stare into the darkness, trees and pollution. 

Waiting for a so called “light” to return once again to conquer the night.

The Drowning Darkness

When life goes right
it somehow never fails
that something from the past
tries to return and bite you in the tail.
Try as it may
I stand strong and stay
on the path set before me 
and nothing will get in the way.
I've been steadfast on this journey so far.
There is no way I can fall off the radar.
I've lived and loved and grown so much
that even the devil should shudder from my touch.
God got me here 
and will get me there,
No matter what is thrown at me,
I will show no fear.
I've played in the dark.
Pain was all I knew. 
Now I have been established as something new. 
So shiny and warm where God has His arms
that no enemy can come against me.
No weapon will cause me harm.
So the darkness doesn't scare me.
The pain is already known.
I will not be swallowed up again
by the recesses of the dark.
I was made to swim
and I will not drown.
I was never alone.
Now look at how much I have truly gorwn.

Whispers of Silence

Last night silence spoke,
with fear and with dread,
a language whispered
only in the dark,
spoken by shadows,
heard mainly by kids.

Few adults could hear
what light would not bear
but darkness conveyed—
that language of fear
spoken in silence.

But who taught us
how to speak and hear?
What spirits cannot spit,
yet phantoms cry out,
to our trembling ears.

The night holds its breath,
its secrets confined,
trees bend to listen,
their shadows arise,
to echo the hush.

Fears stagger and fall,
as silence takes shape,
a face without form,
a voice without sound,
that silence still dread.

A CLOUDY LIGHT AWARENESS

A CLOUDED LIGHT AWARENESS

Through the darkened clouds,
Liberating light shining,
Blossoming wisdom:-
In the darkest times, light comes:
Navigating destiny:-

Darkness

Darkness 

Can one be capable of fruitless deeds
that separates light from Darkness?

Does this place we call Earth conforms from
Darkness?

Dishonesty,  Comforting,  Honesty, Virtuous .

Camouflaged not far away by Darkness blinded
By the light, concealed with secrecy and shame.

Feeling lost and disconnected,  How could you
Ever call your perspective your own?

Does Darkness have sounds? 

You can follow your vibrations into the shadows 
that's dark as vaults.

Killick Dream Threads

For you, I carry heavy issues difficult to bear;
varied themes with bleary depths as carved by you.
You want me to dismiss all darkness you name light,
to secure your pride’s weight in my ocean of shame
and declare aloud your behooved truths are priceless.
There are no limits to all that you diminish
in me when holding me immobile for your use,
to move me around as your desires so choose.
You know I struggle to be free from your rules,
you have read my clues but are completely immune. 

Floating as tossed in your issues, I feel ropes securing
agitation upon all my twisted, pushed and pulled guilt.
You intend to keep me crippled in this fashion.
I often tread in my dream threads wishing to swim  
far away from the darkness you always fasten.
Someday, I will lose you as a nightmare captain.
Yes, I will disengage, I will make that truth happen.
You will sink or swim in seas you cannot harm or please,
that roll aloof despite your achieved skills to control
and I will thrive living a sanity scrolled, honest life.

Walk Into The Light

Walk into the Light 
Beginning with the eye:
One like a needle has,
And pierce into your mind.

Enter the Source where 
Light produces Light:
Never returning to 
This Darkness left behind.

Walk into the Light.

The Day the Beast Lost

I woke each break with cast a shadow on my chest,
a nameless weight that stole my needed rest.
It spoke in lies I dared not try to fight,
and turned the morning darker than the night.

I laughed in rooms so no one saw the ache,
while every smile felt brittle, thin, and fake.
It fed on doubt, on all I held in fear,
until my hope grew faint then disappeared.
And saw not ruin but a quiet resurrection.
A spark within me, stubborn, fierce, and small,
whispered, rise now…you will not fall.

I never struck it down with a conqueror's sword—
I just smply prevented confiding the fibs it made.
I stood unarmored yet would not yield—
my heart-- the only weapon I could wield.

It roared, it clawed, but I refused to bend;
its reign of silence met a sudden end.
And in that breath, my life was rearranged—
The day the beast cut down, was the day I changed.

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