Dark Onomatopoeia Poems

In what to me now seems like ages
I've only read some sundry pages;
Lord Byron, a Romantic poet, 
was a dark wit; you'd just know it.

But...

Read More

Moving on into the night
I struggle with ideas,
Trying in desperation to fit words
To a subject I don't even understand

A train sounds its horn
A sound born...

Read More

Off us two went, beneath the trees,
that crackled and snappled
in Autumn’s crisp breeze,
our wellies slish-sloshing through the pelting rain,
plip-plopping, plip-plopping
again and again.

The thunder it rumbled,
and...

Read More

Light crashes sounds like brittle glass 
Slashes shards across my worn aching eyes 
The colors reak of deep rot like blues 
Creeping green burning acidic...

Read More

What squashes Peace worse than War?
I feel the heavy quakes by the angry booms
Coming from left and right, behind and before.
Peace zooms off from all...

Read More

My friends and I decided to go camping, 
So late at night we go went into a forest, 
We heard the howls of wolves far...

Read More

Wretched fox, how you compel me to write!
I hate the way you scavenge, shriek and prowl,
Invading my mind through the humid night,
With calls that drown...

Read More

Beyond the trembly weald to glassy glane
beneath the wooden breath where thoughts remain
'twas a harkened land called Wordingtane.

The Wizard of Words ruled this land
in grips...

Read More

My soul is trapped, unable to get free.
Under the shattered pieces of my heart.
Darkness where inner light should be.
Without the light my soul will fall...

Read More

Tuck into the public
private seclusion.

My aversion to inclusion
includes a stub, a tub,
a carelessly careful curation,
a velvet rope, a hint of hope,
a folding chair, softened and...

Read More

Predawn stillness -

a rooster,                     ...

Read More

You said I fell 
too hard too fast
My heart not healed 
from my wounded past

The angry words
The cruel remarks
another rejection
Alone in the dark

Tired of hurting
tired...

Read More

(Walking Seven Steps)

Catching the last shot of the sunset sky
Even more rustier than before
Delayed my departure.
I asked my friends to go ahead 
And I would...

Read More