Dark Poetry

Beauty in the Darkest Sense

• It stops to feed on the souls
• of the living.
• Its own growing larger,
• with each one it does devour.
• With the taste of death you know it comes.
• with the smell of fear you surcome.
• to its power
• this very hour.
• And then the Dead, on your grave,
• They pitch their tents,
• And this my freind
• Is Beauty, in the darkest sense.

I do

• With its longing gaze
• It sinks it's soul with in you.
• You feel an overwhelming pain,
• And with it comes its que,
• to imbue
• Your powers through and through.


• As if reaching your end of all days
• death begins to imbue to you
• its everlasting gain.
• And with the morning dew
• you escape from you pew
• into the everlasting with those dreadful words, "I do."

Unseen Darkness

• Surrounded by the unseen darkness
• Hovering over your blood stained dress.
• Beginning to fell the negative effects of your unwavering gaze.
• Keeping me locked in an everlasting daze.
• Forever, will they cage me like a rabbid rabbit,
• Claiming they will help me, to break this dark habbit.
• But in truth they never will,
• because of this voice abiding still,
• Forever abiding deep within me
• Turning my mind into an endless bloodly sea.
• Even with their demonically metalic chains,
• and their endless pills to help with pains,
• They will never chase away that inside which keeps me bound,
• Untill I am buried unmarked within the ground.

The boy who was shunned

• He pushed the wood through,
• Without danger if he could
• But being hungry made him blue,
• And this time safety could not be done,
• His hand slipped, fell, and laid beside his shoe,
• Everyone panicked as though they should.
• The boy wished to keep his hand as though he had not a clue.
• To him this endevour was just no great fun.
• And this one time everyone knew,
• that if die the boy would,
• to death he was due,
• And when he did at last, his body, they did shun.

Eyes

• I feel it's unseen eyes
• and death's humble aproach
• the drops of blood
• fall from above.
• It falls
• and it writhes.
• It screams,
• and then it dies.

Romantic Poetry

Just a Corner

• There is no prison,
• Nay,
• Nor thoughts of Death,
• which could even hope
• to keep me from you.


• Even though at times,
• I may be far away,
• My mind is still with you,
• which in a certain sense,
• that fact must mean.
• that I am always truely with you.


• Although my mind may never leave you,
• when we're apart,
• I cannot help but feel
• as though I am a wilting flower,
• Dying without the sun.


• Without you as my blanket,
• in the cold, my heart does grow numb.
• But then you lend me just a corner
• and the feelings once again return.


• Allthough my intents,
• sometimes selfish, seem to be
• to win your heart
• and deliver it over unto me,
• all I really wish to do,
• Is let you know,
• that I love you.

Every Moment

• With the death of the hopeless
• I am born anew
• My mortal heart belonging
• Only to you.


• I hope that I can be there for you-
• Through all your heart aches and pains.
• And I can only trust you will be there for me-
• for mine will come to.


• And for every moment that I see you-
• I dread even more the time when i can't be with you.

An Earthly Beauty so Divine

• I hear the drum that resides within my heart
• Its tempo rapidly, oh so rapidly increasing-
• Simply by being in her presence.
• She looks into my eyes-
• The drum grows quiet-
• The world ceases to exist around us-
• She is the only thing that I can feel around me.
• The muscles in her jaw grow tense-
• She speaks-
• Her voice so lovely,
• That words cannot describe.
• I listen intently to her every word-
• Which is a reare feat indeed.
• Has it really taken me this long to realize that her beauty exceeds even that of Helen the Greet?-
• I think not-
• This I did the bery first time my eyes beheld her beauty.

For You

• Your energy revives me
• Helping me to realize
• How far I would go for you.


• My life force-
• Could be extinguished
• and I wouldn't mind
• As long as it was for you.


• As a tree in progress-
• My hear is growing-
• With my love for you.

Blind

• If blind I come to be
• Your beauty to me
• is what I would most miss
• No longer able to see the lips which I kiss
• Nor gaze at your eyes
• this truely would be my demise.
• But thankful I am to God,
• for sight, and the ability to trod,
• straight up to you,
• wrap you in my arms, and wishper I LOVE YOU!

To the Love I Lost

• To me you were all love,
• The lost love of a heart, mine.
• And my heart aches once again for you love,
• For on it, your enshrined.
• Etched with naught but love
• And tis all mine.


• Ah, hope, to bright to last
• Oh, the dream of harmon, that did arise,
• just to be oveercast!
• A hope for the future, from me, cries
• But, to late, for from me you've passed.
• Now in Ruin, my heart does lie,
• Oh, time, please I beg, do be fast.


• Sinse you now are gone, from me,
• The warmth of life, for now, is o'er!
• No more - no more - no more
• (Such language holds the solemn sea
• to the sands upon the shore.)
• Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree,
• Or the sticken eagle soar!


• Now, all my days are trances,
• And, at night, of you I dream,
• And where your green eye glances
• And where thy footsteps gleam-
• In what lovely dances,
• By what earthly streams.

Thoughtful Poetry

Blue Jay

• What is not beautiful
• can be made that way
• all that is needed
• is a change in the process of thought.
• Things shuch as death
• and other of the sort,
• when thought of the right way
• can be as petty
• as a humble blue jay.

Immortality

• Death, A beautiful thing.
• One of the few forces that has no end,
• Nor can it be stopped.
• Life, is but a damned existence
• and truth is but a modified lie.
• And as we come to see
• we may never gain immortality,
• Will we reach the end of sanity?

Life

• Life, a miserable force,
• and death is one of no ending
• Can I see myself in the future?
• I think not,
• i will be dead before the future comes,
• Can I remain alive?
• Will I ever die?
• The answer to both of these questions is
• No.

Love

• What if Life was not anymore
• what it used to be,
• what if death becomes everything?
• What would th e results be
• of our equations
• dieing in their infirmity?
• Ceasing where they choose,
• and stopping where they please.
• Death is a force, built of all these things
• and many more,
• and I ask, how can you be sure
• that your alive,
• and truely not dead?
• If loving and being loved
• is required to be alive,
• then I am not alive,
• nor will I ever be.

A Flower Wilts, People Die

• A flower wilts and snow melts away
• That which is hear will never cease to fade.
• If we dare think otherwise
• We will lure ourselves into a false since of dissapointment.
• People die, and that's the truth
• The only way to ever be truely immortalized,
• is to be engraved
• on the mind of society.

Other Poetry

The Passionate Martial Artist to His Love

• Come live with me and be my love
• And we will all the pleasures prove
• Great skill will be yours to behold,
• For with me you'll be safe, and I'll be bold.


• Together we can practice in many diffrent ways
• from the tops of trees which with us gently sway,
• There will be many a sight to see
• For my occupation will take us places free.


• I will keep you safe from all strife
• For with me you will see many signs of life.
• With me free passes to tournments you will get
• And whether i win or loose no need to fret.
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• Together we may spar
• And perhaps destroy our enemies both near and afar.
• Allthough with me we might have none
• together we will prepare as though we had a ton.


• I'll get my master
• to train you, and make you faster.
• If these delights your mind may move
• Come live with me, and be my love.

The Nymph's Reply to the Baker

• If all the world and love were young,
• And truth in every Baker's tounge,
• These pretty pleasures might me move
• To live with thee and be thy love.


• All you'd ever do is dough your pan,
• Who would want one as disgusting as you to be their man?
• An apron of dough would be sick,
• And I could not ear it, for it would not stick.


• You'll have to do better than a sugarie bed
• If on my feet you wish to tred.
• The icing, from my neck, would melt awasy
• And with you I could never stay.


• Dessert, I would never make with you,
• Even if the other choice were death imbued.
• At the shop with you, I would never be
• Just try to take me there and you will see.


• The price for me, the cashiers could not pay,
• You and me together, Never in a day.
• And these in me no means can move
• To come to thee and be thy love.

Through the Wind

• Through the wind, leaves fly
• Falling off in Autum's fall,
• But grow back in spring.

Landing

• The snow falls lightly,
• Through the cold wintery air,
• landing on the ground.

The Lake

• The lake breathes gently
• The waves flowing so swiftly,
• But it always calms.

Mountain

• Mountain
• Forrested, tall
• Stretching, staying, providing
• A thing which can be climbed
• Tall hill

Hardend Breeze

• Storm
• Romantic, Scary
• Friegenting, scaring, romanticising
• Made of lighting and thunder
• Hardend breeze

Love, Destroyer of Me

• Love
• romance, emotion
• accepting, trying, destructing
• A human emotion
• The destruction of the heart

The tide of the heart

• I once met a girl in a foreign class
• More beautiful then any window, made of painted glass


• Together we began to follw the tide
• And allowed for our hearts to join in the ride


• How thankful I am to that foreign language class

As Great as She

• There never was a beauty as great as she
• There was never a man who loved her as did he.


• He wished to show her, that he loved her so much,
• So he wrote her poetry and gave her flowers, a bunch.


• For there never was a beauty as great as she.

Salvations Call

• I fight with the demons that reside within me,
• Fighting alone, I can no longer bear it.
• I realize, I must chase away the demons,
• which reside with envy,-
• for they know that they have lost the battle,
• and they will lose the war.
• Thanks to the convicting pull I feel-
• I begin to make my way to the alter-
• all the while, tears stream down from my eyes,
• leaving behind there streaks of glory.
• These demons whisper in my ear,
• "Look around what do they think I know you care."
• But there's another voice deeper still
• calling me, assuring me
• "My dear lost sheep you once went astray,
• but I've found you again-
• Please I beg of you
• come and with salvation's glory
• be filled within."

Thank you for Nothing

• My Lord,
• I've forgotton you many times to much,
• And not deliverd to you such,
• As you deserve though Son of God.
• I look and I see
• everything you've done for me,
• You came as poor,
• bled, suffered, then bled some more.
• Then I think of how you died
• On that cross you were crucified,
• And doing this helps me to see,
• How sad we as humans have to be,
• to bring ourselves so low to say,
• Jesus Christ, My Lord,
• Thank you for nothing.