Hemel Hempstead    1969 -    244 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.

Somewhere the shadows watch
Through the unseen darkness
At all the lost souls
That attempt to feel their way

As eyes unseen, lurk eager for the hunt
The prey seldom understands the Devil's grasp
The demonic hands grasp the weeping
Squeezing their flesh, only to gloat at pain

Sanity lost in such a devilish bliss
Lost are the remains of my former self, a rebirth into madness
This baptism of blood, now I understand what it is to live
But within a Phoenix tries to break free, scattering the burning ashes

Then no matter the darkness, let the hellish demons hide from a new found regeneration
As chaos rules my thoughts,  the storm on the horizon burns my desires
No number may quench my blood lust for madness drives my need, as the darkness hides my soul

Copyright Chris Smith & John Patrick Robbins 2012
#gothic   #horror  

The thunder of Demons
Rising up from Hell

Taking to the skies
Only when night fell

Nightmares came crawling
Hear the Gothic bell

Coming of the end
Only when night fell

Hear the Angels crying
Nothing left to tell

The world in flames
Only when night fell

Copyright Chris Smith 2012
#gothic  
Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul
Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul
2 days ago      2 days ago

Plastic wires inside my brain
Drastic thoughts still remain
Concrete jungle, no escape
Complete in dream scape

Workers doing endless jobs
Shirkers being called slobs
Scope is far out of range
Hope is someone strange

When time started to run out
Then phantoms silently shout
Never will they be heard
Whether it should be absurd

Playing the same old game
Praying nobody is to blame
Elastic fades away the grain
Plastic wires inside my brain

Copyright Chris Smith 2012
Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul
Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul
4 days ago      4 days ago

Of all these times of trouble
Of when this world is screaming
Of those moments we face face
Of friends needing our support

Be Safe

Of the healing yet to come
Of the tears now being shed
Of the children all alone
Of those we loved and have lost

Be safe

Of the times you supported me
Of all my words you have read
Of the blessings I send to you
Of this heart that goes out your way

Be safe

I care and you are in my thoughts

Copyright Chris Smith 2011
  Reposted by Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul  ·  4 days ago
Dhirana
4 days ago

Frozen roses lined her arms,
white frost tainting her heart,
red blood spilled on pavements
with snow to cover her cuts.

Rain splintering her skin
like broken wood in a haunted house,
her mind screams, throat closes shut,
the beating of an empty heart.

A thief under the moonlight
couldn't scream to save a life,
she dreams of smudged paintings and rusting knives;
fell prisoner to a world of lies.

A falling figure couldn't change his mind,
hearts kidnapped and nowhere in sight,
she was racing past the wooden doors,
to save an angel from taking flight.©

  Reposted by Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul  ·  6 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  ·  Apr 16
Leena Adhvaryu
Leena Adhvaryu
Apr 15      Apr 16

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.

 
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