"darked" poems
Don't be discouraged
Its hard to take courage
In a world full of rage
Shining through
True beautiful thoughts
Against hearts so darked.
May 16, 2016
May 16, 2016 at 6:51 PM UTC
Pretend pretend-pine at a ponytail
And feel this kicking heart
Stronger than the last
Stranger to sit in view of class.
Ah! Comfort in obscurity
Nestled in the corner, darked
but to glass and passing time.
In there, my head, the songs begin
Of lips of Siren, no fear of wrong
I’ll stay righted to and from
Capreae, and meet the mind and face
Of elegance not reflected in the water.
If this lens be infinite
The aethers usher out a sigh
Second only in my own.
But cursed coldness and mock clairvoyance
Had lit a blonde in my vanity
And cast out front in my vicinity—
Oh! Woe to shrugs of dependency!—
Somewhere blown leaves turn to seedlings
As to this aspect I am kneeling,
Fair fall will turn to spring.
Lashes emerge from one fair ear
Casting her gaze, perhaps back here—
A cough and noise what could it be
What disturbance is at of me?
Oh, now I feel the dreaded “L”
Whatever that could mean
Which only its binate twin could quell—
Two gentle abysses pass in their cursory
And all conflagrated, two passions at ends!
Now begins the heavy labor of siding
In both and achieving neither.
Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 11:46 PM UTC
The silence is deafening,
Its calls cold and threatening,
The black and the quiet,
Silences the soul on a riot.
The silence is deafening,
The noose is slipping tighter,
The silence makes you wish,
You were a doer, a lover, a fighter.
You live in a world of your own,
Of parties, fame and no cares,
A life you know you'll never have,
Full of things you'll never dare.
But, alas, hope,
It shines like a beacon in the darkest distance,
The white light that lights up your life,
And burns, it burns inside you,
It burns through you,
The light of Hope shines through you,
It guides you on paths untrodden,
Unmarked,
So you may save others from the darked
Nov 19, 2015
Nov 19, 2015 at 3:47 PM UTC
They said,no avail
No better for you
Just because your life is hell
Or ,you are out of fuel.
The heavy words you lift
they have made you
A good craft lifter,
See now,you are painted bright colours
You never ever anticipated
You were dimmed like light
they wanted to see the darked
Side of you but you were the twilight
And the star in their lives
Now they have started
finger pointing see what you have become
You are now a recognized institution
To them, to the entire nations
Don't think its an image of imaginations
Their is a battle of incantations
They made in an absence of light
Before you,
or rather before me either before the nation
They said you're nothing
You can't do anything
Just see their tummies
Oh-oooh, they are now fries
Who were saying
Just quit and do something
Often they're now scared of you
Merely a single time
They never trusted you
Because you were looking same
No more shading tears,
You're a fully time grown up man
Continue changing the gears,
to reach were they never reached before."
"it only takes a step
things to get better in life. "
That was my daily quote for you I had.
They lied themselves,
because their eyes were bricking so fast,
the prediction of their colours turned brown to rust,
so they failed to test the sweetest so fast
they never ever thought
You will be honoured by the people of the nations.
"Remember,you have just set a light in their lives."
Mar 20, 2019
Mar 20, 2019 at 10:48 AM UTC
She couldn't explain, how---
after the vast crawl
through the
Arctic tunnel -
at one point too dark
to even
cry mercy--
how, suddenly,
moonbeams emanate
upon the ceiling of ice
"Drop the ropes!"
she calls back
and the ice pick echo stops
Her team's eyes lifted above
candles snuffed
flashlights out
for along the glistening rock
a colorburst of illumination
ancient dancing patterns
flickering archipelagos
and she cannot understand
why all eyes
are suddenly on her…
just pregnant silence
without explanation
She only knows
That there is
a coolness
in her solar plexus
where heat once burned
when a private sort of hell
used to flicker and churn
Tendrils of light
reach out
"It's ..me" she says, astounded
For she had just been pulled
from the jet-darked skies…
as the dusk
gets electricified..
and now
she floats
like a dance floor goddess
lost in
rhythmic paradise
whose switch for joy
has been flicked
to ON
Nov 10, 2015
Nov 10, 2015 at 3:51 PM UTC
White House shake up goes beyond
Media is carefully looking upon
The blinds have been tightly shut from open to close
Investigations upon investigations in expose
Yet it is a wonder I suppose
The Secretary Of State was told to step down
A quick replacement that immediately found
President Trump is running scare
Questionable scandals needing to clear the air
The White House Administration is becoming a reality show
One by one, it seems everyone is being let go
But it looks more like the Apprentice show
Media has been following the White House all along
Yet President Trump calls Media Fake News that doesn’t belong
Yet the GOP finds no wrong in the Russia and President Trump collusion
But that is the GOP’s own conclusion
Special Counsel Mueller is still in charge
The GOP seem to think they are large
However, there are many problems no one can seem to solve
But somebody has to get involved
So over and over again, the White House becomes the open door of revolve
Things at the White House are heating up more
The more the White House assembly’s, the more continuous in investigating in explore
President Trump wants the spotlight off and ignores
An end is matter of when
Eventually, there will be an end.
Mar 13, 2018
Mar 13, 2018 at 1:44 PM UTC
I feel alone
In the sea of emotions
I feel alone
Being surrounded by categories
Various Variations and varieties
In the world of worries
I feel alone
Traveling like a corpse
Without any objective
Diving deep
In the ocean of thoughts
To get a one
Which be held by me
Imprisoned by them
Still alone
No one to hold my hands
And pull me out
Of the sea
Which drown me down
I found a star
Sparkling in the dark
In her eyes
I found a scar
Scar of fear
Encounter of darkness
Making her eyes heaven
On earth
Emptied by the soul
But overflowed by love
Darked upto core
But dazzling the life of others
In the joy of giving birth to a smile
On the face of me
But still
I feel alone
Jul 28, 2019
Jul 28, 2019 at 3:09 AM UTC
Our last damp
Erased in tears
On our darked window
Blind for each other
Tomorrow, all in sorrow
Aug 30, 2018
Aug 30, 2018 at 7:39 AM UTC
If Sneezes were Horses, then Beggars Would…Sneeze, Probably
O man – what art thou? Thou’rt not mighty
Clingingly pathetically to a Kleenex box
Instead of wielding a conqueror’s sword
Lifting patent medicines, not wine, to thy lips
Thy sneezing and wheezing will not win thee worlds
The book unread though open in thy lap
Thy darked-orbed eyes unseeing and unseen
Thy wretched, reddened nose – all is despair
And snot that runs in foul, polluted streams
O man – thou art little more than Nyquil-dreams!
Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 5:16 PM UTC