Darkpoetsoul - Hello Poetry

Aug 2015

Poetic T

I smelt the rose of death and Its aroma
Was sweet decay, I took it in each breath.

Its thorns were beautifully onyx shining
Decomposition in shaded light.

Its pollen was like cyanide on my senses,
I took a last breath, oblivion greeted me.

I was silent but in my muteness it blossomed,
Feed on the remnant of flesh and flourished.

#death #flower #rose #thorns

Aug 2015

GaryFairy

forest of demise

she crawls slowly through the mist
in the forest of demise
where the dark paths turn and twist
hidden from the open skies

where secret screams exist
going there would be unwise
the lips of pain are gently kissed
as another victim cries

if you find yourself in her midst
never look into her eyes
pretend she doesn't exist
don't be the next who dies

Aug 2015

Poetic T

The Wisps Of Dead Wood Does She Play

Eyes glazed of whispers, as spectral wisps played
Upon dead wood, melody bled slowly out.

Siren of morbidity, the departed attune to her
Rapture, Risen on white ash from above.

Frigid was her beauty as she performed, all would
Dance to the elegant tunes of deaths calling.

Radiant glows arose and for this the wood decayed
And ash wallowed, her rhapsody faded to daylight.

All that arose wilted, no longer nourished by her calling.
Cremated on sunlight's bliss, as if they were never there

Eyes glazed of whispers, she awaits for the time of
Shadows, to play her tune of oblivion, will you stay?

#death #dark #beauty #melody #violin #misic

Aug 2015

Poetic T

It Was But Words Muttered

It was with but a whisper that they fell
They fell,
They fell,
They fell
Unto the ground. Fear whispered
On their faces, but never could tell.
The words that died on their breath
Heard for a last time like leafs they fell.
It would never speak in a heightened tone.
It would but
Insinuate,
Confide,
Sigh
Words upon their listening senses, and they
Would fall in that moment like frail stems.
How many would listen to these spoken
Thoughts on a breeze that etched
A picture on many a face, drawn in a last moment
Abstract horror or relief looked at
From those still on feet, released was their mortal coil
Into oblivions peace.
Come closer I have something to whisper too you
I'll only whisper it,
Pledge,
Vow,
Promise
That what is told will only be on your thoughts
As long as you live.

"Your Going to die,
"I am the voice of last words heard,
"Now my friend exhale last breath,

And in ear shot of those whispered word they
Fell like petals from a dead flower.
My words now told on the features of their face.

Aug 2015

Poetic T

Her Love Bled Out

She dwelled on thoughts looking at her love as
It was lacerated upon the walls, her wrists burdened
shackled with the wire of belief but now they bleed.

She was in need of extraction as this feeling hemorrhaging
Under her skin, tainted regrets blood turning from
Red to onyx crimson clogging her thoughts inside out.

A scalpel of truth buried in her chest, a glancing blow
On her throat cutting out words of maybes and I don't
Knows now silenced beyond reproach.

She was unresponsive, her insides were open but being
Sutured with untrusting sentiment. she had bled out, she
Felt cold inside. He had killed her, her love had now died.

#love #betrayal #cold #cut #removed #clotted

Aug 2015

Poetic T

A Dull Blade Silences

Confessions of a dull blade, it tasted life as it
seeped and sealed death with Its last ******.

It was inanimate but had existence of life seeped
in to its hilt,Voices silent trapped under the hand

Their grip soaking sealing in fallen silence, looking
in to the eyes of so many and then kissed there forehead.

A last rite the au revoir as the dull blade made slow
Work of a mummer, words bleed silence out.

They cherished this moment of intimacy, this personal
Exchange, of life and death, slumped on soiled ground.

Dull blade, tainted handle, of voices silenced this inanimate
Object of desire that crafted by another's macabre thoughts.

Blood congeals as life condenses into nothingness, walking
Away the dull gift takes it now pride of place.

#silence #blade #dull #intimate #serial-killer

Aug 2015

Poetic T

Devoid Senses Penetrate Within

Muteless voices speak quietly to me,
I hear their unspoken words,
Whispers on lips never moving

Sightless eyes look into my abyss
They see everything hidden deep,
Perception of empty sockets stare.

Unheard echoes radiate a head perched
It sensing the fragile sounds on breath,
Listen to silence screaming out.

Touched with no feeling of what was
Meant, frigid fingers grip harshly,
Contact never felt, so void with a scratch.

Aug 2015

Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul

37: When The End Comes

The news had just come over

The World was going to end

So he rushed to his lover

Last kisses he would send

They had one day left together

Before it ended in a ball of flame

Crying and wishing time was forever

Loving each other so much the same

He held her tight, together they did cry

Knowing together,at the end, they would be

Together, when the end came, they would die

And that together, Heaven, they would see

He wished he had more time to love her

More time that he could still adore her

A little more time to be her lover

More time he could still ensure her

Not long before the end of the World will come

He weeps as he looks deep into her beautiful eyes

As long as she is here, Death will be welcome

Both now asleep, never to see another sun rise

Aug 2015

Poetic T

Harvested Cadaver Thoughts

Cadavers still warm I picked those words,
Stained hands of taken thoughts.
Fragmented but sewn with fibres of introspection.

But like a patchwork so many relived from
Ending last moments before that which
Remembered rendered as blank as fresh paper.

An algorithm flawed, not a single, not self-contained,
But singular was each taken.
Word independent from each other perceived letters

Spelling in the crack a splinter of a memory or motion
Now void of its other parts. Sewn together this piece
Written with others conceived words.

I had taken them fresh given them new purpose to
What would have otherwise faded like a breeze
Never felt again. Now I will use as my own.

Aug 2015

Poetic T

The Raven & The Dove

The raven does soar, ever preying upon
Purities wing, perched ever waiting
For that flight on that which is white.

Gliding onwards does its momentum
Carry to the above, but the ash woven
Wings wait to claim feathers weight.

Its talons wish to shred upon those
Untaintedness, but were beckoned
To be as blunt as paper on stone.

There is a moment of singularity,
As merging feathers become one
But then are torn apart in haste

Ever covering shaded moments upon the
The doves release, but feathers loosened
Forth and purity fell once more free.

Aug 2015

Poetic T

Night Light

It was that moment when I slept
Upon the darkness and dream,
Night
Light
Ward
Them away keep me safe, I would
Say this every night,
I would speak these words everyday.
For the words not spoken
The words speak unchecked in the darkness

"Child sleep well,
"Child dream silent,
"Never to awaken again,

Suffocated in the night,
I was only seven years old,
Then I rolled and my night light caught
Upon the shadows feeding on the walls
I breathed I inhaled light that night.
Never again would my sleep slumber in
Nightfall,
Darkness,
Twilight
Was their time to plunder upon the unsuspecting
For with eyes sealed to that which
Festers in the shadow.
I lie in the tomb of obscurity,
Lighting the beacon that my dreams search for,
Voices still speak in those moments between
Light
Darkness
Obscurity

"No longer child,
"No longer innocent,
"We will consume you upon lights fall,

I sleep in darkness but every night their voices
Pierced into my subconscious

"Light is life,
"Darkness is death,
"Never shall I ever awake,

I revise this with every night fall,
They may try to feast on my fears in those
Moments of twilight.
But I will always sleep restless motions,
Always will I slumber safe in the light.

Aug 2015

Poetic T

Crimson Silk Weeps

Crimson silk, it was warmth of life, a fleeting
Moment in my hands. Then it was cold and all
Was as before, my heart was as still as the now
Paused in moments of ecstasy and regrets.

Their life was as water, I could let it drain through
My fingers or keep it beating in a heart that
Could contain its emotion as tears feel empty
On my vacant sentiment.

Eyes meet a if to see a soul that was just black,
I stared in to there soul emerald green, i could
Lie in there soul. But that was another time,
Now I wipe the knife wiping the remnants
Of their now bleak and empty shell.

#life #regret #water #blood #sentiment

Aug 2015

Poetic T

Mrs Withering

Like a Venus flytrap she enticed beauty
Captivated upon its purity it feed the
Mind malnourished of thoughts inside.

Absorbed its essence upon her own Decaying
Moments now nourished, withered moment
Now replenished, but still It dies.

Mrs withering was deaths other hand
Now all purified with her gaze. She was
The hand where beauty came to die.

#death #beauty #hand #rot #decay