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 also have Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.
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 also have Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.
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

Born of a man who smiles
Never would he have a frown
A friend to walk with for miles
A king without a crown

They said he had special needs
But his heart would never fail
He would only do good deeds
Everybody knew of Timothy Dale

Always he had something special to say
He would stay with you, yes he would
He would always brighten up your day
Always trust in Timothy Dale you could

Even those who began treating him bad
They tried to make poor Timothy cry
He would even help them if they were sad
Timothy Dale, even for his enemies he would try

Children loved to hear him tell his stories
To tell them, well, he was the best
Told of long ago heroes and their glories
Told how they braved the trickiest quest

A time came when Timothy Dale grew old
And then poor Timothy Dale cried
There were no more tales left to be told
That was the day when a whole town cried

Those who would say poor Timothy was not bright
The entire town said he was the cleverest man
Now Timothy Dale is up in Heaven's light
He is telling Angels all the stories he can

Copyright © Chris Smith 2009

When you are all alone
And no one is out there
So alone in the darkness
I will be your light in nowhere

When life is bringing you down
And no one seems to ever care
Over head are only black clouds
I will be your light in nowhere

When shadows are closing in
And you have your burden to bear
When your day only seems to be night
I will be your light in nowhere

Copyright © Chris Smith 2008
Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul
Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul
4 days ago      4 days ago

This man will protect you
When you need him most
Make you feel safer
And always be there

Sometimes he will cry with you
Shed tears with your pain
Hold you when you need comfort
And give you feelings of security

But this man has many sides
A burning passion in his heart
He has a hunger to be fed
He is a victim of his lust

Sometimes he says the wrong things
Misunderstands some of the signs
When a woman only needs to be held
Forgive him if he is blind to desire

For a woman is a creature of beauty
That all men are driven to want
We can not stop wanting to love you
We can not stop this need for you

A woman is a delicate flower to care for
And we need to help it bloom, to cherish
Not only to be lost in the sweet scent
But to always to allow it to grow

This man knows sometimes he is wrong
All he wants is to be needed, to be desired
To feel wanted, to know he is loved
The grace of any woman, makes any man

Copyright © Chris Smith 2009
#love  
Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul
Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul
Aug 17      Aug 17

Lonely birds fly away home
To distant lands and far away nests
Never do they look back
For the places that they leave

Open their wings to roam
Flying a hard wind that tests
Trying to blow them back
To those places that they leave

So hard for us to let go
As they continue to grow
Letting them learn by their mistakes
No matter how your heart breaks

Take care of them for me
For I must set them free
Never let them see this tear
I will always be here

Copyright © Chris Smith 2012
  Reposted by Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul  ·  Aug 14
Joe Adomavicia
Joe Adomavicia
Jul 10      Jul 11

In the name of love and metaphor
I bring a rose not to say I love you,
Because unconditionally
I would say it 100 times over again—
But I bring a rose to pluck the petals
And watch them dance
Their way to the ground
To reside beside our feet.
And while my hands rest gently upon your cheeks
I know by pressing my lips against the warmth of yours
I would  hear the sounds of our hearts pumping in unison
And I would feel your taste as I inhaled your embrace
Savoring most importantly—
The fact that we as the flower and the petals
Of what once was and will be
Is  willing to live and die
Fulfilling destiny
In the name of love and metaphor.

Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul
Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul
Jul 28      Jul 28

The ravens watch from their trees
Barren dead branches, naked of leaves
The Winter chill hangs in the air
A solo walker makes his way, this night
An eerie light is cast on the tombstones
As if the cold moon is reaching down

He will always come here, in darkness
For the night sounds play the music
As amongst the grave, he dances alone
But then a mist rises from one particular grave
Beginning to take the form of a woman
The lost love he has missed for so very long

They come to dance, together once more
Watched by ravens and a thousand glowing eyes
Entwined in a gothic dance of the dead
Until once again, she will fade away
Vanishing back into the ground, whence she came
And a solitary figure of a man, walks away alone

Copyright © Chris Smith 2009
#gothic  
Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul
Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul
Jul 26      Jul 26

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  
 
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