Short Dark Metaphor Poems
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Thunder, like anger, crashing in the skies above
The lightening seemingly frightening
But is in fact- lighting the way.
In this world
so obscured
of brutality,
someone will
efface this darkness,
pass a message
of white purity and draw
a paradise... !
Whilst life tales do rehash passed remarks
chilly winds do come with aching darkness
that curtails of forlorn
moments of what's fitting.
Can a taste of the wind 's breath
bend lifetime like a blade of grass?
5/27/2020
My hopes lay dying,
caught in webs the night had spun;
will they hide the morning ray?
I calmed my crying,
dwelled on dawn's bright golden sun;
born again- the hope of day.
January 8, 2016
Contest: Bite-Size Poem No. 12
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Here she is
Her smile as if painted on
Shining, eye catching
Her shell cracking
Breaking, snapping
Slowly revealing the true little clown
Oh, my silly little fool
No amount of pain or porcelain could hide something as hideous as you
Oh, now don’t weep
Don’t fret
After all, the show isn’t over yet.
Cooler air stream rides
On back of thundering storm
Wicked this way comes
Pounding rain and hail
Weather clash of the titans
Lightning cleaves the sky
Thunder quakes the land
Animals flee fast in flight
Humans seek cover
Dark siege slowly ends
Battle clouds exhaust their rage
Scattered by the sun
SCAVENGERS
The night sun buries his face to earth,
Slowly suspending his daily harvest -
Piles of colour and heaps of brightness
In oast house and warm barn.
Rays of darkness
Speed across the twilight
Sky, steal into small corners of the loft,
Scavengers ransacking the day.
Greens devoured by omnivores;
Nothing left but black.
The Devil insists
The Fall is Drafted
Suffering is Scripted—
as Seed
I declare the Seed a Fraud
yet still, I plant it deep
The Garden splits its Jaw
and swallows Autumn whole
The Flowers, Lord, are Feral
They bloom without my Grief
they bloom despite my Watching
Teeth in the soil—they mock
Beauty grinds its Machinery
without Permission
And I, a Cog unconsulted,
must grind in Silence
there they sit
with their dreams
and fantasies
mouthing great
philosophies
narrating great tales
of imagined achievements,
revealing little nuggets
of despair couched
in a fatalism
of their own making.
Should I reveal myself
jolt them to the reality
of death
put an end to their charade
Or slither away
in the susurration
of wind and grass
leaving them
to their random ramblings
in their dotage?
The men of clay, mouths dehisce wide
Voicelessly pass
Arms at their sides; feet stiffly tight
Perception dull
No meager light softens their skull
Inside my head their voices scream
Nightmarish dream
The words conveyed I try to hide
Menacing threats infuse my ears
Two bare knees
Oblivion, morass of grey
Lethe embraces. Here I will stay.
***
May 22, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
beneath the hazy bough i lay
amongst the prey of opaque grey
impenetrable souls seize like tides
and nebulous love fears what time hides
blurred without a third eye to reason with my heart
my enigmatic mind delights in what craves to depart
beneath the hazy bough I pray
obscurity and disarray
become debris to throw away-
amongst the prey of opaque grey
11.26.19
Opaque Poetry Contest
Cat in the tree, searching for a rat
Dog on the ground barking at a bat
Deer in the meadow watching the site
Hunter in the hills aiming his sights
The bear in the cave was woken and awaiting to strike
Hunter pulls the trigger, as the bear goes for the kill
The dog turns to see the headless shooter
And the cat wanders off
The rat in the tree scampers in the other direction
The deer is fast asleep
While the bear is snacking
Nobody hears a peep.
Form:
How broken would a sad heart be
to know it haunts your dreams
Looming like a shadow o'er
your new love's fragile growth
Would it cry out in despair to hear
your thoughts and muffled screams
Or calmly pull its dagger out
and swiftly kill you both
How broken would a sad heart be
if trapped inside your head
To linger like a candle's scent
still burning in the dark
Would it douse you in its icy tears
or drown itself instead
Or take its leave to set you free
without a single mark