Short Death Dark Poems

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Premium Member Tune of Tears

In passing, hearts risk their very essence, their colors, their breathe,
Love who touched the soul, then moved on, toward heaven’s hungry light,
Souls soon reflect the love and peace found when passing into God’s light
Form: Sijo


Premium Member Death 2

DEATH Distant bird calls echoed in the silent hills, Evening’s crimson light illuminates the fields, A small child dances under the autumn moon. The world lives on with the dawning of each day. How is it that the pain is still in my heart? By Josehf Lloyd Murchison
Form: Acrostic

Mysterious Death

Death be violent, death be dark.
Death be silent, death be stark.
Death be doomly, death be knell.
Death be deadly, death be hell.

It ain’t the mystery that I be fearing,
but the certainty and the nearing.

                          1st Podium Prize in  Line Guthier's Bite Size Contest No 145
Form: Rhyme

Things To Resolve Before the End of Time

things to resolve before the end of time

as I get older
I realize 
that there are many things
left undone
in this life 
of mine
many things left 
to resolve
before my time
on this world 
comes to an end 
but the one thing 
that will never end
is my love for you

writing com  daily drop inn
© Jake Aller  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Sonnet

This Is Hell

Around, all around, the angels gather.
My dread grows as the Dark One's touch falls against my
heart. It wounds me, and darkly my
blood drips to the fallen despairing leaves.
In unholy terror I beg forgiveness
while Death's shadow surrounds me
Now alone, my cascade of tears falls upon dead eyes.
This is Hell


Premium Member That Fatal Year


2023 brought sorrow that broke me. Death defeated thoughts who say we’re unshakable, stronger than death. We want to think the end, for us – for our people, is inconceivable. Yet, death calls and we must answer. It refuses to be snubbed. This year brought more personal dealings with death than I care to remember!
Form: Prose

A Witch's Trial

Death is what they say. 

To a witch in the dark times. 

She cried when they gave her sentance. 

but they didnt care. 


Her heart sank down low as they broungth the pole. 

The towns people screamed for her to die. 

they thought she was evil but they were wrong. 


A death was sentance to an innocent girl in the dark times

Premium Member Even In Death

I confess… Like joy fading, your memory Protests, reminds me to smile, to listen When prayers are hoping to whisper Peace into the rain, erasing the lingering ache Stirring the stars, like lightening flashes Preventing the shadows from rising, unruly memories Bite Size Contest no 63 Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Line Gauthier May 7, 2023

Death

I held the dark night as my companion
Close to my chest
My jaw clenched
When they let me go
I just had my skin and my bones
To call home
Slowly it would decay, 
with death
It was unsophisticated 
To scream from my grave
I lay still 
For stillness to take my soul away
For darkness to consume my breath 
I prayed to vanish in thin air
But it was still
Every little thing 
Waiting for me to sleep.

Isolation Blues

Isolation Blues

During these trying times
we huddle at home
afraid to go out
afraid of the dreaded 
General Corona that is out 
and his evil secret armies
keeping us all at home 
terrified of becoming a victim 
a corona virus statistic 
what a way to go out 
no way do I want to end my life 
to out out that way
so we will endure this day 
these isolation blues

writers digest  Isolation Blues
© Jake Aller  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Sonnet

The Queen of the Drowned I

Sinking down into the Atlantic’s depths,
I watch dark bodies drown.
Wails transform into bubbles,
Salty water suffocating lungs.
Seawater or tears, it could be either one.
These tossed bodies are mine to claim.
My subjects, my people, the discarded.
They can not survive within the ocean,
Thus they are to drown.
Here they are thrown over a ship’s side.
Since no one wants them, they’ll be mine,
For I am the Queen of the Drowned.

Skeleton

Thin Kin
by Michael R. Burch

Skeleton!
Tell us what you lack...
the ability to love,
your flesh so slack?

Will we frighten you,
grown as pale & unsound...
when we also haunt
the unhallowed ground?

Keywords/Tags: Halloween, skeleton, body, corpse, corruption, death, dark, darkness, grave, graveyard, unhallowed, ground, pale, haunt, haunting, thin, kin, frighten, frightening, scary, horror, terror, slack, flesh, fleshless, bone, bony, unsound, haunting, autumn, fall, October
Form: Verse

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