Tag: Dark

Read Poetry: Unchanging Penitence, by J.N. McGhee

Genre: Dark, Sad

Love + me will always = pain.
Disappointments and knowledge are the results I gain.
Mending gradually yet the heart remains the same.
Closets are filled to capacity with no vacancy to place the blame.
I hate myself, this flesh never seems to redeem.
Outward appearances capture strangers’ eyes; their conjured reflections evade my dreams.
I’m not good enough; I will never be seen for who, not what, I truly am.
Perfection, requirements, and preferences overwhelm me like a dam.
Scars, bruises, and blemishes leave their mark.
Constant remainders chipping away at me like tree bark.
Beating myself emotionally, physically, mentally has left sensations numb. Damaged beyond repair; I’m an invisible shadow.
No sense of place nor time.
Just a faceless phantom.
No matter what people do to me, for it will never come close as to what I do to myself on the inside.
 I’ll return to that broken mirror forever trying to piece that which I’ve lost…..a shattered image.
Refusing to accept that part of me has died.
But I’ll keep right on coming; believing the lies.

© J.N. McGhee

Read Poetry: INSOMNIAC’S LULLABY, by Ruthie B.

I’m feeling nervous
I’m feeling strange
My mind just wants to keep repeating
These things over again
I’m in a time warp
With my own brain
No longer wonder what it feels like
To be going insane
Sleep
Sleep
Sleep
You are no friend of mine
Save
These
Dreams
For some other time
Can’t stop these feelings
They come too fast
I’m at an early morning viewing
Of
Mistakes From The Past
Turn
Back
Time
I’ve seen this one before
Break
These
Chains
Can’t do this anymore
Sleep
Sleep
Sleep
Please be a friend of mine
Close
My
Eyes
I’ll try this one more time
I’m feeling nervous
I’m feeling strange
by
Ruthie B
Genre: pressure, life, fear, dark

 

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Read Poetry by Eddiee Gomez

Genre: Dark, death, emotional, nature, interpretation

There she stood, fleeing from her fears

A big clear ocean stands before her

She can’t see life the same way she used to 

There’s a void in her, there’s loneliness

Pulsing, wanting to go back in time

To fix her gestures, under the moon she lays

One foot upon the shore, a single exhale

She let the sadness eat her up, inside deep

Floating between the waves, eyes closed

Giving her life to the most precious thing left

The only thing that ever made her feel alive

Time after time, her footseps were gone

Walking aimlessly, her love to life was lost

As the ocean hugs her, her inhales were at sea

One with her, no more running, she is free.

 

 

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Read Poetry: THE OUTSIDE, by Prateek Nair

Genre: Dark, Angry, and Life

Standing in the outside looking in,
The look of innocence resonates the outer skin,
But the true being within doesn’t represent where all
the outside has been
Fond, sweet, and soft to the touch,
Seeming heavenly until the devil’s strut spawns the
truth that makes you cringe and your jaw clutch

Causing pains in the head that reaches the tip of the
hair,
Belief is absent for you do not dare believe anything
that this outer shell said
Never judge a book by its cover, that’s truth be told,
For once you assume you are opening yourself to be
stricken low with a truth that will sicken those like the
common cold
Behold!

Lies and thoughts of the mind intertwine ruining
expectations and complicating lives,
While the truth may lie inside,
Falsity of the imaginative kind,
Flutter your mind and give yo

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Read Poetry: Midnight Horizon, by Barbara Hunt

 Genre: Dark, scary, empowering, unknown, mystery, life

Turning and twisting out of reach
My dreams turn dark my fears unleashed
As I slowly drown in darkness I feel it’s icy touch I squirm trying to stay out of its evil clutches but it’s just not enough
The light of day continues to fade far from my reach
My heart beats fast as at last I finally see this living beast for what it truly is
I embrace it’s tendrils empowered and unafraid my fear fades far away as I dive into the darkness I now find comforting
 

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Poetry: OLD ORDER by Rajnish Mishra

 Genre: Dark, Death, Fear, Friendship, Life, Love, Painful, Personality, Philosophical, Relationships, Sad, Society, Old and new.

 All old order is subject to decay,

they say and when fate summons,

old ways free fall. Heart-held loves,

friends, hatreds, foes, all, yes, all

give way to mighty time’s sway.

Indestructible, invincible,

grand youthful years, with each
passing year suffer wisdom’s

sedimentation, while marching on way,

time fills in fears, foreboding of future:

quite an accumulation! That knowledge

and fear lose all their power,
For lost is that fear –

a servant attentive.
For lost is that fear –

above head always hovering.
So, lost is the fear –

of not ever returning
As roots are cut now,

or withered; ineffective
pain.

Heart,

now hardened

is drained of that terror.

Short Bio:

Rajnish Mishra is a poet, writer, blogger and thinker. He has published seven books, six co-edited anthologies, twenty scholarly papers and poems in various journals, books and magazines. Few of his poems can be read at the following sites: https://www.poemhunter.com/, https://allpoetry.com, https://www.instagram.com/rajnishmishravns/, http://stanzaicstylings.blogspot.in,

His love for his city and his awareness of its effects on his psycho-social development led him to starting his own blog: rajnishmishravns.wordpress.com in 2011. The blog features both his academic writing and his writing on his city: the City of Light, Varanasi. Then, as he is a poet, and loves reading and talking about other people’s poems too, he started another blog: https://poetrypoeticspleasure.wordpress.com/. He runs an ezine: PPP Ezine to promote poetry and poets.

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Poetry: Addict by Himanshu Pandit

Genre:- Dark, Demons

 I now know the thrills…

I now know the meaning..

Of a weak will..

But the resistance has lost..

The weak will subdued by a farce..

A promise that was made..

No its not good,

It was fake..

I see myself in the mirror everytime..

Little by little getting lost…

In this self inflicted crime..

But where is the salvation, that i seek..

Where is the preacher,

That preached the promised land..

15 min. Of heaven and than..

Another day..

Of getting tormented in hell..

When this cycle will stop, You ask..

I don’t know..

But till then I hope to live..

So I can slit this demon throat..

While holding him by his wrist..

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Read Poetry: MAY, by Emma Holden

Genre: Free verse, hurt, personality, mental illness, borderline personality disorder, dark, life, sad, pressure, unstructured poetry

 
But words are just words, and lies will always be lies.

Maybe summer will reveal the truth, and the phrases that sit beneath my scars

I bare myself before them, and welcome my feelings; they’re tougher then that, and stronger then me. So I break apart, their ignorance leaving bruises on the back of my hands; hands that I don’t even recognize anymore.

Who am I supposed to be? Because i am never enough. But I am all that I know. And if they tell me to be softer, I will remind them I am jaded, and sharp. That each piece of me has carved a hole in someone else. So if you want me to change, you mustn’t stay.

And I’ll walk the shores alone and collect shells instead of these reasons to run.
 

 

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Terminators, Poetry by David E. Gates

Genre: Sci-Fi or Dark.

The ground is bloody, with the scars of war.

God knows what we’re fighting for.

I can’t breathe, Air’s so thin,

Nothing to stop them closing in.

Hard to tell, what’s real, what’s not?

My memories are all I’ve got.

Guns don’t stop, the noise, so loud,

The tanks they come, standing proud.

This war started in a different place,

When we recognised its face,

Hard to detect, what’s real or fake,

HK’s fly above, earth starts to shake.

Hunter Killers terminating,

Cyborgs on the loose,

Can’t make deals with these machines,

Cannot make a truce.

Metal men, from future time,

Just one thing that’s on their mind,

Killing all that’s humankind.

Death is all that’s here to find.

Can’t make no bargains, can’t give reasons,

The years pass by, like broken seasons,

Winter here, here to stay,

Skynet has more games to play.

Running their programs, through a neural brain,

Firing their lasers. Lightning in rain.

Unstoppable, Unjust, and unforgiving,

They just want to kill what’s living.

They won’t ever stop, they’ll just keep coming,

How long can I keep on running?

So weak, so tired, no fight to give,

Come with me if you want to live.

Hunter Killers terminating,

Cyborgs on the loose,

Can’t make deals with these machines,

Cannot make a truce.

Metal men, from future time,

Just one thing that’s on their mind,

Killing all that’s humankind.

Death is all that’s here to find.

A hope from the past, shows us the way,

We might beat these fuckers someday,

We’ll crush them, until there’s nothing left,

And stop this killing. Stop this death.

David E. Gates

From the book – First Words by David E. Gates

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THE DEFENCE OF THE DARK, Poetry by Helen Spisak

 Genre: Dark

Darkness has a very independent existence
Needing no reassurance of being
And no alliance of thought

Darkness holds burdens and secrets together
The extraordinary to the mundane
Where regrets are buried forever

Darkness tolerates the dreamy, watery moonlight
Hibernates from the extrovert sun
And clarifies all sound to a pindrop

Darkness loves to party with nocturnal friends
Hide all flaws and make amends
Sends restorative sleep and plays ‘nightmare roulette’

Darkness has pity for poor twilight
Loathes torches, fires and electric
Teases us from the edge of flickering candlelight

Darkness loves to shadow puppet on a moonlit wall
Lurk in cupboards, corridors and corners
And loves to make you tumble and fall

Darkness lives or hides in us all
You don’t have to light every corner of your soul

Written by Helen Spisak

 

 

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