Hemel Hempstead    1969 -    241 followers
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 theraputic 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

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.
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 theraputic 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

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.
  Reposted by Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul  ·  2 days ago
Weeping willow
Weeping willow
Mar 31      Mar 31

Launching my soul ship
into the deep
Where strong currents
flow
Struggling daily with
my oars
As the darkness enfolds
around me
In the storms

Paddling against the winds
Releasing my faith
into the light
That guides me in
this terrible night
As deep storms of darkness
capsizes my weary
soul
Into the deep I plunge
Where only darkness
is seen
My soul is swallowed in
the dark waters alone

Silence in the midst
as all becomes still
For there in the distant darkness
Christ comes to lead me through
Where sun clouds burst
and his light is fulfilled
Within the deepness
of my weary soul
His rest is gathered around
me
Leading my soul home
Through the deep darkness
Where only he goes
To gather my broken
soul.

By Weeping willow
(c)2014

Came to me on a dark night with only a few words of light;]
  Reposted by Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul  ·  4 days ago
Leena Adhvaryu
4 days ago      4 days ago

A   formlessness  scatters  
on  the  night  sky;
that  spreads  its  embrace
over  obscure  spaces,
over  earth,
over  water,
over  air,
behind   a  veil  of  silence.

  Reposted by Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul  ·  4 days ago
jerelii
jerelii
Feb 21

I once had a crush
In three meter inches
It was like sailing across the blue ocean
Where i could flattered all those pieces into one



I almost love
but,
never felt this way before

© jerelii
February 21,2014
Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul
Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul
4 days ago      4 days ago

Innocent eyes looking on
Forgotten like the song

Yesterday was no better
Of us staying together
Until the darkness came

Creating nothing the same
After you walked away
Reaching for another day
Everywhere tears would fall
Drowning out your call

Copyright Chris Smith 2013
Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul
Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul
6 days ago      6 days ago

Cold fingers of midnight dance
Play tricks on a fevered mind
Where fear holds a broken eye
Opening a door of whispering bones

Skeletons wait in lonesome torment
Remembering lives forever past
Never knowing the sample of a touch
To have the warmth of a kiss

Ghosts wail of times long ago
When lovers embraced hand in hand
Now pain is of the forgotten soul
For the heart is beating no more

Copyright Chris Smith 2011
#gothic  

My arms are around you
Holding you from behind
Soft kiss to your neck
Followed by the gentle bite

This desire is just for you
A love more powerful now
More stronger than just sex
To hold you next to me

You turn around and face me
My hands tracing your body
Our lips together in a honey embrace
Tongues dancing a Tango of need

We are sharing kisses of desire
Love unites our two hearts
Whispering sweet words together
Waiting to bond our bodies tonight

Copyright Chris Smith 2012
#love   #kiss  
Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul
Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul
Apr 10      Apr 10

Little child crying with his tears
Little child in the ruins this day
Little child is hiding in his fears
Little child has seen mother blown away

War child is now carrying a gun
War child is being taught how to kill
War child is where the fighting has begun
War child only has death as his skill

Little child now has weapons for play
Little child can see as the bullets fly
Little child, they took your innocence away
Little child one day you will have to die

War child will never grow old
War child only sees a bloody sunset
War child has to do what he is told
War child, you they will soon forget

Copyright Chris Smith 2007
#war  
 
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