Pages tagged with Dark Poetry
Ever have that moment where dark thoughts overcome a beautiful day? Beauty and danger come hand in had in this poem...
Violence can be sudden and shocking. Dealing with this shock, as an outsider, can be its own burden...
This is the sequel to Sanctuary, the final chapter of a symbolic war waged in facing one's demons and saying goodbye to their hold on one's life, finally claiming victory.
The sequel to The Dark Angel's Dance, a daringly dark, romantic poem that continues the blossoming love story of a fallen angel and the villainous dark angel that is attempting to win her heart.
This poem is a deeply emotional piece rooted in the concept of fighting one's demons and the kind of hold that they can have on our lives. Originally a stand alone poem, over time, it seems that it fits with several others of mine to form a story of liberation, in many ways.
This is a poem about my personal process as a poet, expressed in terms of a burning urgency to write when inspiration strikes, becoming captive to the process until completion.
A dark, fantastical poem about a fallen angel who has found herself in a den of demons, leading her into the arms of its lord; a dark angel. Is it fate? Destiny? What purpose might such a crossing of paths unfold?
A poem on religion, the Catholic religion to be exact. It isn't an attack on Catholism. Comments are open.
I want you to relate...My life isn't ordinary,but I'm always looking for someone who feels the same.
This is just a poem I thought i should write. It is my first so do not expect much. I'm just trying to tune my writing skills
A man fighting a trench war in the Great War has had all he can take. Shell shocked into deep depression he climbs out of his trench and walks to his death.
A man has lost a very special person. He now has to face a life of bitter lonliness there is a terrible storm in his mind.
This poem was honestly fun to write. I don't have much to say other than that. Comments are open.
A poem with an expendable, suicidal tone and more of my tradtional dark style. I've had this on my mind for the past week or so. Comments are open.
the result of thoughts, images that well up from my subconscious, from my shadow side. i never plan to write, that which comes writes itself
A poem that has been on my mind for a week. I don't have much to say on this one. Comments are open.
Since I'm taking a painting class in college, I thought up this one while I was painting. This one is pretty straightforward. Comments are open.
Originally called "Row Your Boat", I changed the title because it seemed better to work with. This is perhaps my version of the nursery rhyme "Row Your Boat". Comments are open.
