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.

Blue sky collides
With the blue sea
Sun beating down
On the crashing waves

Footprints in the sand
Left by all the lovers
Hand in hand they walked
Sea lapping at their feet

Children building castles
Rocks hear their laughter
For today is so beautiful
Being here at Coral Bay

Copyright © Chris Smith 2014
#cyprus  

Midnight came, calling my name
Striking the hour with torment
Playing a strange and hidden game
Of a living heart, sadly spent

Coming likely vampire this night
Draining me of my energy
Escaping like a bat, taking flight
Cursing me as an enemy

But she is here, protecting me
A love shining brighter, a star
Taking my soul, setting it free
Healing this body, no more scars

So Midnight will go, pass on by
Because she holds this broken man
Like an Angel, above the sky
She knows love, as sweet emotion can

Copyright © Chris Smith 2012
#love   #dark   #gothic   #light  
  Reposted by Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul  ·  2 days ago
Joseph Yzrael
Joseph Yzrael
2 days ago      2 days ago

I do not write about the joys of life
Or the calm and gentle quiet of nature.
There is too much faked joy in the world.

I do not write about love and loss.
I dare not tug at the fragile threads
That bind old wounds in rememberance.

I do not write about worldly truths
And the fallacies that we are often told.
I have forgotten them ― outgrown.

I do not write about my thoughts
For fear that I cannot find the words to fit
And that my mind will soon consume me.

I do not write ― I bleed.

#poem   #poetry   #thoughts   #bleed   #writing   #write   #freeverse  
  Reposted by Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul  ·  2 days ago
wolf spirit aka quinfinn

at night they would go 'creepy crawling'
breaking and entering in mansions, sprawling
vicious mayhem and vandalism
as they worked toward their cataclysm

slinking, sneaking, in the night
to take from the rich, to begin the fight
helter skelter was their plan
seduced by Charlie, the son of man

with catlike tread upon our prey we steal
in silence dread, our cautious way we feel


summer, 69' the world was alive
as they came upon Cielo drive
they unleashed terror upon the hills
killing the wealthy to get their thrills

just a calm summer evening
for the occupants there
no one suspecting
murder was in the air

when Tex cut the phone lines
and let everyone in
Charlie put him in charge
of the oncoming sin

in his hand a revolver
a long twenty two
instructing the followers
just what to do

the first, Steve Parent
was happenstance
wrong place, wrong time
victim of the dance

Wojceich Frykowski
lay on the couch napping
the second to die
didn't know what was happening

then Abigail Folger
the coffee heiress
brutally murdered
stabbed to death in her nightdress

chased out to the lawn
and screaming with dread
till she pleaded and whispered
"i'm already dead"

then Jay Sebring
met his fate
shot, bludgeoned and stabbed
then they turned to Miss Tate

nine months pregant
with Polanski's baby
said Susan Atkins
"i have no mercy for you and your baby"

then two nights later
when their plan didn't anchor
they sought out and found
the family  LaBianca

Charlie said "that was witchy"
but too sloppy too
this time i come with you
show you what to do"

so the Manson family
set out once more
to begin helter skelter
with violence and gore

Rosemary and Leno
had been out to eat
came back to relax
and were killed for a treat

they were bound and gagged
and told not to worry
then butchered and tortured
in a maniacal fury

Manson never got
what he went there for
was convicted for murder
for his failed race war

and Lesley van Houten
Susan Atkins and Pat
for their part in the crimes
in a dank prison sat

and that bastard Charles Manson
for all the melee
still rots in a federal
prison today

in my opinion, Charles Manson
was responsible for the death
of the hippie movement
may he and his followers
all rot in hell
http://www.crimeshots.com/FamilyVictims.html
Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul
Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul
2 days ago      2 days ago

Your face,
is etched in my memory;
a beautiful portrait of colour,
to stay forever in this mind.

Your face,
keeps this man;
finding a need to love,
to carry on with passion.

Your face,
is more lovely now;
with each passing moment,
that reflects each passing day.

Your face,
surrenders to my kiss;
for my body and soul,
will belong to you, forever

Copyright © Chris Smith 2012
#love  
  Reposted by Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul  ·  3 days ago
Joe Malgeri
Joe Malgeri
Apr 8      Apr 9

Immortal days, inhabited sky,
Infested my humans, mutations of time.
An overabundance, population extreme,
A batterised kingdom, ruled by machine.
Computerized clones inhabit the planet,
Governed by a carbon copy race.
Constructing monuments of worship,
We renounce religion as historic myths.
Colonies of alien beings propose
Vegetable laws from distant galaxies.
Transmitting devices implanted in
Human brains aid disobedience control!

Immoral days, eternal youth,
Bionic people, with blueprints and proofs.
Drive your own spaceship, light-years away,
The world of tomorrow, three thousand A.D.
Crossbreeding of man and K-9
Evolutionize worlds of abnormal misfits.
Distinguishing tags identify authentic creatures
From manufactured duplicates.
Surveillance by patrolling satellites subject
Mankind to a fishbowl existence.
Test-tube derived idealist store
Frozen sunlight for weather control!

Joseph A. Malgeri  - 8-10-79, Copyright

Pour out the tears
From battered eyes
Into a rusted tin cup
Then forget about me
Because love betrayed
As it always seems to do
Leaving a grieving heart
In mourning, silently beating

Copyright © Chris Smith 2015
#pain  
 
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