Short Love Dark Poems
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Aching to be felt, aching to be seen.
Desperate for love, is it even real?
Its something out of a nightmare,
Similar to a dream.
cover my love with blood soke
her in wine show her true dark love
give her dark and bloody kisses tell
her that you will be her true dark romeo.
Black isn't appropriate
Its nothing but an hazard
A path followed by none
But consumed by some
It brings you nothing
But remorse
A life lose of hopes.
As he brings a black African dove,
She brings a black African rose,
Blinds and deafs are singing love.
Dumb is dancing rumba,
Simba is playing samba.
all use light at work
few things unknowingly hate
before sleep switch off
was at holloween dane
we bump and prance
got this feeling
my boby was reeling
was like air gas
don;t know who
i tell you nogret still wet
it was
SEX AND THE MASK
It's time to embark,
Upon the journey of a spark.
Created from the dark,
Energies of souls arc.
Here to make a mark,
Creations counterpart,
Connecting light and dark.
The sky so dark yet the moon so bright
Observing my footsteps on this splendid night
Like a stalker, walker and mocker of my shadows flight
I look at her beauty without a single flaw on sight
Form:
I am in the cold, you looked me out here.
frostbite hits me, the cold air punishes me.
why did i talk, why did i try to make things better.
when i never can. it is my mouth that gets me in to trouble.
Oh, but let's praise the Gods!
For your eyes.
So dark, yet bright
Always lingering on my mind.
Let me in awe
offer you a bloody sacrifice
and birth all things you will ever need,
to pursue a loving, happy life.
Onyx beauty
By Michelle Morris
27/07/2020
He was a magnificent
creature of onyx beauty;
Tossing his mane,
and lifting his hooves...
A stallion so proud,
wild and free;
Masterfully powerful
for all to see...
© Michelle Morris, 2020
Your eyes can't see me truly, I am not only yours
The path that goes to you has taken my all.
I may be crazy, mad in your love
Your talk walk, eyes that watch me for hours.
I don't play with my life owner, you and your love
The path that goes to you has taken my all.
A daylight will stay with us from on high
And mailings will be reviewed when I sigh
Among bleeding cacti within the fence
After we are engaged in a pretence
Here I, reversal permeability
Reduced to wearing only this vittae
watch my wristwatch
and what time is it
I cannot not tell you
though this is partly sunny
each laughter from the room
is that document
in a time of war
the evidence is happiness
we are deaf near the wall
Love lost, by lies and broken promises.
Lost by the one who promised forever, then became lost.
Lost by evil and forces of dark.
Lost by greed and other forces that mark.
Love is always the path to light and love.
Sadly, some cannot find their way to true love and get lost.
Shadowy silver curls of sweat
Beads of pearls along the way
Coats of pink nail polish
With sparkling silver overlay
Easy streets yet broken beats
Of concrete noise in an urban throng
Of despair and hollow noise
Dogs and cats eat the wooden bark
Of coquettish thriving meows
Silver singles, oh yes, us oldies do mingle
Mushroom people get crazy on a date.
One is always early, the other late.
They can never agree, choosing to fight.
Making up is always romantic and right.
Mushroom people are zany and fun.
They love dark damp leaves, stay out of the sun.
You can find them buried in wet up their necks.
Don’t be too eager to investigate or circumspect.
When it's me for you to get blind
Ehat else you'd have to see in this era
Inhuman
I saw one as to be dead
In front one blink of my eyes
What else even could be expected!
Sophistication
Mad was I in order
To have a simple thought process
Shivery
Soul at its’ peak and rupturing there
And one day it’ll die together with
Annoying?!
She wears
a dark façade -
a charcoal grey
once hot like burning coals.
Consumed by too much passion
she was scorched.
Too long
she has smoldered.
Her dark façade
is cold now. . . and brittle.
She fears that if you touch her
she’ll crumble.
Written 10/30/12 By Andrea Dietrich
For Nette Onclaud's VIEWS FROM A VIGNETTE Poetry Contest
as the days go by thinking of you the time got longer waiting on you
as the days go by waiting on the long dark night wishing to be their with you. during them nights staring at the dark skys looking in the moon hope tosee you. even if i was only to see you. even if i was only to say "i love you"
as the days go by i could see our time come faster and faster just to be with you.
NIGHT OF STARS
One dark night while sitting on my moon flower,
drinking the sweet nectar
I saw him.
He was the brightest of all.
Sweet like the nectar.
The beautiful star I have ever seen.
I have fallen for him.
He might not know.
But I know,
One day he too will fall.
And everyone will be wishing something from him.
And I will wish for him.
MY pulse falters when her shadow drags across the floor.
LOVE rots slow in places sunlight never reaches.
GROWS the hunger in the walls each time I speak her name.
WHERE she once walked, the air bends, listening for blood.
MY ROSEMARY GOES where the dead wait for me to follow.
Decoded message:
My love grows where my rosemary goes
The Darkness fills me
illuminates fingertips
my eyes turn jet black
our dark hearts shatter like glass
your skin is cold blue
once vibrant soul matches suit
paralized with fear
we dance on our graves
holding sober hands
childrens laughter fills my head
flashing dark crimson and white
the grounds set for our last stand
our features are blank
as our last breath expires
embrace and explode
Your Wonderful Mother
I hate to talk about your mama, she's a good old soul,
She's got as hump backed pussy and a rubber *******,
She's got nipples on her titties as big as a plum,
She's got scales on her ass that's tight as a drum,
She's got somthin' 'tween her legs called "sweet love jam",
It smells like **** but it's good, goddamn!
Yo ho ho and a bottle full rum,
She's so good she makes a dead man come!
As the end comes to all
It couldn't be anyone but you lying next to me
And while the world caves in, so to does my chest
Our palms drenched in sweat, hastily locked together;
Our shaky hands
The panic is coming on strong now;
I can see it in your eyes
Glistening like stained glass
I see the waves begin to crash down
Until the end, I'll lay over you
Until the waves cause my back to crumble
And I fall apart
As I always do
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