Lightless Poems | Examples

The Great and Needy

All the bold and strong
wilt when left alone,
any African Violet puts them to shame
for such hardy blooms thrive in the shade.

The mighty, the celebrated, need the sun
the very same sun that shines on us all,
they crave the bright light only for themselves,
that is why -

when they find themselves un-illumined,
they may turn into a little Hitler
or some other needy grim reaper.

Even poets go mad
when the world acclaims them too much,
see how they scribble in the gloom
of a lightless moon,

see how they ponder upon their genius
growing darker and weaker
day by day,
word by every anemic word.

Only More Time Can Fix Me Now

The foot of the table
rose up to adjust the shape of my chin.

It was a glooming, looming 3 a.m.
when I saw the bedside clock
through that pitch dark
that occurs at the back of an eye
when time is a few decades too slow.

The table has put itself together
once more,
bought from IKEA, it took two days
to assemble, and a lifetime
to disassemble.
Now it's just a lightless prop
for a drooling jaw.

My dad is here offering advice,
when he was alive, he made televisions
out of the spare parts
of alien spacecraft.

I have no such skills, yet I know
that time occasionally
stands at the edge of a cliff
photographing
my fleeting existence,
as if it were a Dodo
straining to remember
how to fly.

In a distance beyond my ken,
table feet clip-clop away.

Lapse - Mar 4

A loathsome lecher lurks along the long,
Lightless ledge, looking to lure a lost lamb
To lewd license, liquor, and lowlife lurch—
To the lesser lying league and layer.

A Dark Woman

Her limbs bloomed first
then her long sleek bones
formed angles
that seemed to touch
a roofless wonder.

The earth painted her
in a dark room.
A suggestion of starlight,
just an impression
flowers on the verge of her
when she is seen
as an instant memory.

A dark woman,
her soul as lightless as creation
before the light blinded us all
to the depth of God.

Pilgrim

centered within mind caverns 
constant lightless deep
echos reverberate
into end times
of all my existence
I live for one moment 
where crack of light, 
that is that Light, 
will illuminate me
to light a trail 
that leads me out 
to a place where
darkness has gone to sleep 
and within that beautiful 
bright golden, nestling space
I find myself embraced
by all that can be explained
as I cross, wide eyed,
the boulevard laid
for new glorious sights
as I tread upon, step-by-step,
the cobblestone Way
until I come to the end 
that becomes the beginning

A Little Caveman Reasoning

I have always liked the hollow dark,
the cave, the sealed carcass of the night,
the lightless womb of the closed seed.

You said you were human,
and I laughed until my belly shook the earth.
I Imagined your bones cracking
from the heat of a great fire.

I ground my teeth with the ash
of a few brittle words.

"No one is 'human',
we are alien seeds replanted,
into a fertile blindness.

Humans are the shells,
the pods, the skin of a reality
they have yet to realize or reveal.

The garden,
what you call 'soul',
is a transplanted being,
it lives concealed,
within that alien you.

Keep that garden,
hidden from any who would,
proudly claim to be
remotely human!"

The Haunting Sky

In those wilted hours
where the mind is a swimmer
in a lightless pool,
I thought I heard a sigh not of my own.
Heavy eyelids opened as I surfaced,
dark eyes searching an unfamiliar room.
Then that voice behind that sigh
took upon itself a form.
I gazed aghast
as my own body was revealed,
forced to watch as it stumbled blindly
from wall to wall,
then I also sighed suddenly perceiving
that this doorless place
was where all haunted nights
must come to, to once again recall
one bright fleeting day of joy
and how it died.

Golden Shovel

silenced may be the words of she
yet through the echoes of minds she walks
with the weave of thoughts you let her in
where shadows of night behold her beauty

she'll wind down paths you may not like
make no sense in the suspense of these or the
whereas darkness plagues like lightless night
yet you listen to what she sternly speaks of
until tears rain from a mind that's cloudless
and emotions peak like blades in spring's climes

your mind, it bleeds like morning rise and
your eyes, now opened wide, appear less starry
then these clouded overhead darkened skies

your mind less blank, your paper now full, and
your muse herself ... she spilled it all
        ruthless, relentless, that's
              emotionless at best
       
 you shiver at what she speaks of
in the depths of thoughts so dark
yet you awake from her grasp and
see a clouded mind more bright!





She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
    Lord Byron – She Walks in Beauty

Took a Poem To a Knife Fight

I lost my mind
somewhere 
between the seconds    ticking
God left 
and the devil punched in


Stray winds
dark and long
blew coldly on my paper sails
as 
things I thought I knew 
sank away
down into lightless fathoms


And when 
in answer to my begging letters
a bashful dawn bled in
I made her promises
that somewhere 
deep within
I knew 
I’d only go and break

Shadow

A shadow during the twilight which may obscure the appearance of a

     human body that seeks to be seen; However, the dark side of the 

     shadow extinguish the lightless side of the Human body or it's

     existence. 


    A Shadow can be seen as a two-faced being that obfuscate the

    situation at hand. One would have to be very clever to interpret

    the subliminal message of a shadow.

Early Bird

My arrival beat the sunrise;
it was still dark at the small jetty.
I dried the wet skiff, mind alert
to the soon to be lifting light.

Nearby,
an unseen water bird
clattered into the darkness.
Startled, I looked up,
there above me
a hole in that lightless sky
a circle of glowing orange
surrounded by the dim dawn.

‘I am blessed’ I thought.

As I gazed, the heavens opened,
a deluge of blacked-out rain smashed down
upon the sleeping land.

I got under the down-turned boat
and lay down
as the Ohio river faded away
replaced by a raging waterfall,
one that obliterated
that same sunrise
that had yet to show up -

until at last
that early bird I had heard
flew back to my ears and minds-eye.

Emerging from my makeshift shelter
I watched a rare black swan
settle and preen, drying its feathers,
as if it was perfectly natural
for a river to drown itself
under a small, up-side-down  skiff.

Mind the Mind

That mind that talks to you,
sees you only
as the bodily extension of its madness.
It does not know you, or you it.

It is time to dismiss
the black cat in the lightless room,
it constantly cries to come in
or go out
for it knows you are nowhere to be found.

Let thinking be aware that it is thinking,
it will become an intelligence,
something useful
to be let out or let in,
but know it will never know you,
nor you it -
never.

Beneath the Covers

Daylight
yet under a brooding cover
night sleeps on
dark-eyed in its lightless limbo.

Many are dead this day,
dead to the waking world.
They lay their lives down
on a churned-over ground
wounded by a lingering dark.

What to do
shall we shake em,
wake em?
No, God forbid!

They are still barefoot
in an endless dream.

If we stir them
their eyes will be milky
and swirl as lonely
as any-time lost cosmos...

those still sleeping
may be cranky and cross,
most unforgiving
to we the hardly living.

Too Late the Moon

Too late the moon exposed herself
emerging naked from chiffon clouds.

The Moon; she the mistress
of insanity and love 
had arrived
yet her curtain call came too late.

There were bodies to count,
some still twitched their pale limbs.
Lovers ran blindly through empty streets,
the loved and the lonely rolled in their beds
in a fever of want.

Juliet searched the night sky for him
alas a wane moonlight caught her eyes,
had sent them spinning into webs of doubt
until she felt betrayed.

The mistress appeared too late;
for even in her Luna absence
drapes had been pulled over
the victims 
of love and lunacy.

The night had bit deep,
both lovers and all other trusting souls
were left deserted, hungering
and lightless.

I See You In the Dark

Your face comes into brilliant focus while making my way to you in the misty blackness of night.
Your reassuring smile and calm loving demeanor push and prod me with an elevated sense of sight.
Such an exciting springboard to higher realms of vivid visions and elevated life-changing vibrations.
An awakening from within at the very center of its lightless chamber, the pineal gland analysis and deciphers all and is aware of every sensation.

You have instilled in me a clear vision of an eternally divine, empathically rare jewel of a woman and a radiant shining star.
A tossed ship facing menacing seas can pier your lighthouse beam guiding one safely on a path to warm blessings of entangled hugs from afar.
With all lights out you can enter the room and I feel your vibrations, your magnetic presents, and your warm loving charm.
Feeling that connection, I am reassured when in the pitch dark of night without the slightest stumble, you set down by my side and gently take my arm.

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