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Darkland Poetry Poem
On the pathway to the flames of hell, I stand;
in inky blackness of night,
with giggles of demons sounding close at hand.
I march to the beat of Satan's dastard band;
submit without a fight.
On the pathway to the flames of hell, I stand.
Running with the evil intent of command,
black thoughts now shocking white,
with giggles of demons sounding close at hand.
Misery becomes too much to withstand;
the balm of slumber bright.
On the pathway to the flames of hell, I stand.
Decisions made in haste, cannot now remand.
Heartbeats spill the blood contrite;
with giggles of demons sounding close at hand.
Craving only grief's respite,
I turn towards the waiting light.
On the pathway to the flames of hell, I stand;
with giggles of demons sounding close at hand.
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Darkland Poetry Poem
Sweet fantasies I harbored of you and me.
Once were clear, crisp, vibrant sensory
visions. Now, are nothing more
like they were before.
Although you
swore,
we both knew,
you’re not looking for
someone to always adore.
Edges take on a haze mentally.
Sweet fantasies I harbored of you and me.
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Darkland Poetry Poem
The darkness falls, then comes the rain.
Hell's demons call again, my name.
My soul cries for surcease of pain.
High hopes they had for me, in vain.
Their little girl is not the same.
The darkness falls, then comes the rain.
This inmost hurt, I can't explain:
A hollow shell of me, became.
My soul cries for surcease of pain.
A thunderbolt you can't contain;
My madness only to inflame.
The darkness falls, then comes the rain.
Despair within me sits ingrained.
By giving in, I feel the shame.
My soul cries for surcease of pain.
Intensity begins to wane.
This life, I fear I can't reclaim.
The darkness falls, then comes the rain.
My soul cries for surcease of pain.
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Darkland Poetry Poem
The dancers weave, their threads are wound;
some gold, some red, some darkest brown.
Their cords (our lives) spun to the sound
of Mother Earth changing her gown.
Some gold, some red, some darkest brown;
the ribbons pull us round and round
as Mother Earth changes her gown.
Fine patterns form, colors compound.
The ribbons pull us round and round
while time keeps counting swiftly down.
Fine patterns form, colors compound;
life's tapestry can then be found.
While time keeps counting swiftly down,
the dancers weave, their threads are wound.
Some gold, some red, some darkest brown,
in Mother Earth's most changing gown.
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Darkland Poetry Poem
Resplendent in her deferential grace;
Her countenance now wears the strains of time.
I’m hungry to receive her soft embrace.
She fills me with her warmth - comfort sublime.
Her welcome hearth brings solace to my mind.
A child, I was all dirty knees and grime.
Sweet laughter, songs, and merriment combined.
My heart has ached to breathe her rich perfumes;
reminding me of youth I left behind.
Dark echoes now within the lifeless rooms
where shadows dance like ghosts across the floor
and sparkled memories are bathed in gloom.
Now standing at the threshold of her door,
I slowly turn for one last look in case
I never look into these halls once more.
I’m stricken by the life I can’t replace.
Resplendent in her deferential grace.
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Intense desires imbue my somber mind.
Your breathy whispers thrilling in my ear.
Lush images that capture souls entwined.
Those gentle words of love I longed to hear.
Ascending high on passion's fervent peak.
Your breathy whispers thrilling in my ear.
Emotions felt within I dared not speak.
In you, I felt I'd found my destined fate.
Ascending high on passion's fervent peak.
Fierce yearning in my heart will not abate.
A vicious hurt remains from your farewell.
In you, I felt I'd found my destined fate.
What once I thought was heaven turned to hell.
Despair compels my fragile heart to break.
A vicious hurt remains from your farewell.
Distracted by my thoughts, I lie awake.
Despair compels my fragile heart to break.
Intense desires imbue my somber mind.
Lush images that capture souls entwined.
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Darkland Poetry Poem
Budding romance;
Nothing sweeter.
“Peter, Peter Pumpkin Eater”
Stolen chances;
Love’s depleter.
“Had a wife and couldn’t keep her.”
Acting rash;
His thoughts are hell.
“He put her in a pumpkin shell.”
The crimson flash
bid her farewell.
“There he kept her very well."
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Edacious dreams were left to die,
but hunger doesn't fade away.
Sweet longings that pervade each day,
reminding that our hearts don’t lie.
The brilliance of the imageries
(not fading in intensity)
press to my thoughts deliciously -
rose-colored tinted memories.
Those dreams were never meant to be,
I fight their lure ferociously.
But nothing else, this want, appease -
rose-colored tinted memories.
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