Hemel Hempstead    1969 -    240 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.
Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul
Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul
18 hours ago      18 hours 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  ·  19 hours ago
Dhirana
1 day 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  ·  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
5 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
7 days ago      7 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  
 
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