Dark Deep Poems | Examples
These Dark Deep poems are examples of Deep poems about Dark. These are the best examples of Deep Dark poems written by international poets.
There are shadows beneath my skin,
silent earthquakes no one sees.
I carry them like stones
pressed deep against my chest,
their weight too heavy for air,
too sharp for sleep.
The world moves, smiling,
while I stumble in silence—
my laughter a thin disguise,
my words a cracked vessel
pouring nothing but echoes.
Each breath feels borrowed,
each step, a fragile prayer.
The mirror knows me better
than the people I pass by—
it holds the fragments of my sorrow,
the storms I cannot name.
If I could tear open the veil
and show the wounds that bloom inside,
perhaps the night would understand,
perhaps the stars would weep with me.
But until then, I remain—
a vessel of hidden cries,
a song with broken chords,
a heart still beating,
aching for light.
Skin pulls through,
.....w h o
She goes over like a tide
The branches shadow dark tonight
Ebb and flow, too many leaves
My heart still balances while cracking
God, the moon
God, so soon
A dialtone in what called back to me
Their lover-to-lover echoing —
No flight
As her talons took out tonight
Skin pulled through,
......w h o
A simple form,
will conform,
but an anarchist
lives for freedom
against
a shadow
of
capitalism.
A jumper worn,
but not sown
with needling
and the prick
a typical
fellow
of nightly bliss
The evil has been born
and we need to reform
before the darkness
invades our heretical....
What has been torn
hidden passages,
the juicy of the corn
Satan and this sadness
It will be soon be the end.
Ask yourselves,
the pain on the bookshelf
dusty of that Amazon demon
we ignore all the sermons
empathy is almost empty,
& we don't see the people.....
Life is a helium balloon
or rough of the cowboy
in a down-ward saloon,
broken are our toys,
Friend-ship here is empty
so bullets are like glasses
fragile to not even knowing
we return to the beginning
Trapped in this hellish paradise
until purgatory makes a decision
to choose a fate otherwise.
We'll be the roaches as they rise
a world where you can simply die
or rise above and be a mettle
of a raised axe as it really flies.
Cutting tree branches
with a simple blade,
let that axe fly free here
before the morning brings.........
Red lily and black dahlia are murderous
Forgotten about that one wish
But that night in the cemetery
I knew where you'd seek
Find me here where the wind disappears
Under your breath, in my ear, what you said
Again & Again & Again, I'll always listen
Follow me back to our future
Be who I knew you'd be without mélodie
And I know, from freedom and by fate,
that the sky will weep upon us, Kohl in tears of virgins who has never taste,
the night that caste the shadows of its veil upon our decayed flaws on sand,
Glory remains the struggle to embracing a sent of belonging to a homeland,
The sorcery in your eyes steals the soul, I swear by my sacred-self and the Ghoul,
The roses I once plucked withered, burning, turning, sacrifices to my widowed,
Your burdens plant upon my back the weight of the past, once thought to last
Your wounds stain my hands with the blackness of guilty blood and dirty mud
And I realize that I am utterly ignorant of the holiest meanings of purity,
that I have profaned the sacred—
and if there is possibility to piety, it will mess my sanity and rip my dignity.
He hides behind only half of his name,
Never letting anyone see his light again,
As after so much, he was never the same.
He is yet to see how he shall cure his pain.
He doesn't see how he will set himself free,
As he holds onto a dimming light in his heart.
He is yet to see how he can make himself be
A guiding light of progress, to play his part.
He has always been a lamp in the dark,
But he is yet to realize his true powers.
He is promised someday a new spark,
For all of the days he despaired for hours.
He hides behind half of his lovely name,
In fear of never being able to truly shine.
Soon he will learn he can live without shame,
As his soul returns to love and light so divine.
With frayed emotions
the whisperer in the night
its paper-thin wings
combating inner demons
- release your anxiety
Dejected psyche
it's not a computer game
prove the demons wrong
deny their dark existence
- quiet with your inner thoughts
I am the perfect entity
And I inhabit your reality.
I live upon the wind
And find a home in your hearts.
I am the loving power;
The supreme epidemis of goodness.
I live in the actions of the many
And find extreme pain in the evil of others.
I am love incarnate
But cannot live in the drought of this world.
With every rotation of the Earth
Comes deeper suffering
And soon my existence will be nigh.
Without love being shared i will surely perish;
Disappear in the Dark Abyss,
Which shrouds the hearts and minds
Of the grand majority.
So let the love pour down from the sky
And let me be reborn.
Let my revival strengthen all resolve.
Let the Rain of my love
Shower and wash away the darkness.
Let all the Earth start anew;
Be reborn in kindness and goodness...
Before its too late!
DARK SYMPHONIES
Tuned frogs and crickets,
Challenging my ear’s scorings:
Last night’s symphonies:-
Lift graced prayers to stay faith's strength on tomorrows.
Belief can vanquish dark depths threatening sorrows.
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."
Shall we travel back in time, to a deception that has ruled mankind.
The year was 1910, a dark, dark night with seven evil men.
The creature that was created there, has left a country in despair.
As we have witnessed throughout time, the Feds, the wars, the Government and their crimes.
All it took for the machine to run, were the lies and deceptions towards the simple man.
Wars are waged for political gain , or bogus environmental issues that are just insane.
It's time to take a stand and abolish the cartels, that infest and destroy our lands.
Our Constitution has been abused, ignored, twisted and misused.
So people wake up and demand a change
Do away with the Fiat money and the chaos it creates.
Send the "Creatures of Jekyll Island" a message loud and clear.
Go back to your swamp, the Digital Age is here.
Listen to the wind sweeping autumn leaves,
pirouetting amongst a citrine sunset.
Whilst light rain collects at corners of windowsills,
illumination from a crackling fire
bounces upon unpigmented mourning walls.
Silent weeping occupies microcrevices,
confined within the splintering memories.
The creaking of an antique rocking chair
melds with the restless nocturnal atmosphere,
of time no longer waiting in the shadows.
Sheer onyx fabric draped over photographs—
death came much earlier, not from hate or spite,
but to erase the endless suffering,
of years wreathing in perpetual chronic pain,
locked within fragile bones and a trapped mind.
So do not curse the gods, my dearest love,
nor get lost in voids of sorrow oblivion.
Know peace has now been brought to my tired soul;
I wait patiently until we are one again.
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.
Life’s Color
If life had a color
What color would you be
Would you be Yellow
The color of happiness
Summer days kissed with light breezes
Would you be Blue
The color of the everlasting sky
Laying in a field with cloud animals
Would you be Dark Gray
The color of storms and rain
Covered in a blanket of isolation
For me, I want to be Black
The color of the night sky
With stars sparkling like diamonds