Hemel Hempstead    1964 -   
Poet and short story writer. My short stories are mainly horror.
I was attacked in 1997 and my left leg badly burnt which led me to begin writing poetry as a means of therapeutic healing.
I am the last person who admits if I am any good, I just write and to me it is the readers who enjoy what I do that make it worth while.
Thank you for all those who come to read my efforts and with so many excellent poets here it makes it all worth while.

Chris

I have also been experimenting with YouTube from 2014. I have a handful of poems on there. Most Popular seems to be Goldfish Dreams (Chris Smith is the name on there but search for Goldfish Dreams and I'm easier to find).

www.facebook.com/welshpoetcs2.

I am also on Twitter as welshpoetcs and on Tumblr as Darkpoetsoul.

I have been using Hello Poetry since 2009.
I also use www.apolloblessed.ning.com.

If you would like a collaboration poem I'm quite happy.
Poet and short story writer. My short stories are mainly horror.
I was attacked in 1997 and my left leg badly burnt which led me to begin writing poetry as a means of therapeutic healing.
I am the last person who admits if I am any good, I just write and to me it is the readers who enjoy what I do that make it worth while.
Thank you for all those who come to read my efforts and with so many excellent poets here it makes it all worth while.

Chris

I have also been experimenting with YouTube from 2014. I have a handful of poems on there. Most Popular seems to be Goldfish Dreams (Chris Smith is the name on there but search for Goldfish Dreams and I'm easier to find).

www.facebook.com/welshpoetcs2.

I am also on Twitter as welshpoetcs and on Tumblr as Darkpoetsoul.

I have been using Hello Poetry since 2009.
I also use www.apolloblessed.ning.com.

If you would like a collaboration poem I'm quite happy.
Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul
Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul
2 days ago      2 days ago

Once upon a time ago
He wanted to be friends
People saw him as a Troll
That's not where the story ends

For he was so beautiful inside
People only saw the outer skin
His love for life, he did hide
Hiding away from everything

One day, a little blind girl came his way
Became his friend, she told him stories
She visited the Troll every single day
Told of heroes and their victory glories

But the villagers came looking to kill
A friendly Troll who only loved life
Chased him far over the hill
With torches, clubs and a knife

But the little blind girl was in trouble
A wall of rocks began to slide
The Troll rescued her from the rubble
Gave his life for her and he died

Now as the friendly Troll, he is remembered
Never would he cause you any harm
Forever, as a hero, he will be remembered
The friendly Troll with beautiful charm

Copyright © Chris Smith 2008
#hero   #troll  
Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul
Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul
Jul 19      7 days ago

I have sinned, I have wronged
Been down with no way up
But you came, lent me your shoulder
I knew this world as a better place

I have cried, I have screamed
Believing nobody could hear me
But you came, lent me your ears
Then I knew someone listened

I have suffered, I have been lost
Searching, but with nowhere to go
But you came, took me, kept me warm
And I knew beauty, for there was you

Copyright © Chris Smith 2011
#love   #hope   #friendship  
Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul
Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul
Jul 18      Jul 18

This icy morning chills me
No warmth for my bones
Just frozen touches of misery
Wind like a Banshee moans

Bitter thoughts in my head
No one to ever tenderly want
For I am one with the undead
As this torment continues to haunt

If only love could come my way
Temptation to warm this soul
Someone to show hope this day
To allow my lost emotions flow

Copyright © Chris Smith 2010
  Reposted by Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul  ·  Jul 15
poetessa diabolica
poetessa diabolica
Jul 15      Jul 17

Cure me within the seize
     of artistic rapture
capturing human spirit in
      boundless creativity,
lay 'pon my breasts a sonata
    written of affection's simpatico,
whisper me a sonnet
        scripted 'neath my skin,
  soar me to limitless grandeur
     elevated beyond cloud vapors,
beckoning rhythmical renditions of
    abstract layers in love, splendor & art,
amidst the harmony and lavish
            poetry of a soulful heart

#poetry   #heart   #soul   #rapture   #simpatico  
  Reposted by Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul  ·  Jul 15
POETIC T
POETIC T
Jul 14

I inhaled upon it
like above,
It filled my lungs,
Washing over breath and
I felt calm,
As life exhaled upon the surface .

#peace   #life   #death   #drowning   #moment  
Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul
Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul
Jul 15      Jul 15

Did you see the moths dancing?
Getting too close to the flame
See them as they burn and fall
Attracted by the bright light
Until the heat clipped their wings

That is like the life we have to lead
Always tempted by the prettiest things
To never understand the danger
Until the time becomes way too late
Finding ourselves falling into obscurity

This is the power of a blood run sun
Admiring the beauty as it shines
But gaze too long and you lose your sight
Then the beauty shall long be lost
So like the poor moth, you will fall

Copyright © Chris Smith 2009
  Reposted by Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul  ·  Jul 12
Weeping willow
Weeping willow
Jul 9      July 13, 2015

Inside the willow
Snug against it's trunk
I am faceless
Hiding
Wrapped within it's branches
Safe from the world
of
hate and pain

I lay my heart under it's leaves
Gently it sweeps through me
as the wind blows
Taking all my pain
Leaving me at rest
in the shadows

In burst of laughter
I feel the dark shadows lift
As my face shifts
Changing into someone
I once knew

Many years passed
Since her face came into view

Slowly I drift
Like in a trance
Going through metamorphoses
with the willow
deep inside my soul
Bringing light to a darken
life

That once walked a straighter path
Before falling into the valley
below
Where shadows grew darker
Taking her soul
into a deep valley of depression
and despair

She looks back upon the road
standing under the willow
Knowing she has no place to go
Except up the hills that stands beside
the valley
She fell into long ago

So I turn my face towards the hills
struggling against the winds
I attempt to climb through the valley
to the hills
Once more.

By Weeping willow
(c)2015;\

Ok so this is me,still struggling through the winds
within the valley of depression.
Thank you all so much,I never expected this poem to go to the daily.
I am happy about this;]
Wow! I'm amazed
 
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