Poetry in the dark
By darkendomme
Born,
in love with dark corners and the tales that recluse within them, is where
you can hear the scratching on raped paper by eagers pen. Charcoal words
with raven wings darken the skies above poetic minds. These words flocking
and landing onto singed paper with embered edges is where you will find...
the nestling of the worlds fears and shatters, written of rumors and
their avoided kinds.
Romancing the mysteries found in loss and farewells of the dead, heard
in promises kept and broken, felt in pain, tasted in tears, Wrapped in
black paper and ribbons of blood red. The dark ones have the ability
to dissect the darkness and release justice imprisoned within intended
cages. We fight for both sides in this realm, we are many mentalities
only met after the silence is broken, with cold breaths shouted onto unforgiving
pages. Healing must be bold and grip the sword whose voice is heard amongst the
battlefield of the war it wages. We survive victoriously from centuries
of raw genius inherited from our dark fathers and mothers whose instructions they
leave behind, through the telling of poetic ages.
​Attracted are we to secrets and distortions of the truth by false
tongue and sin. Hide as some may, still the poet will see past it's
borrowed veil and naked, where guilty hands have truly been. A confidante to
all dark poets is the moon with it's casting of shadows and lights that
inspire. A darkened rainbow painted of black and grays seen only in the night,
landing on fogged ground, tattling on the world from the greatest of heights, where
sits the listening poet.... in their elements of comfort and beside
them, their black beast and dark writes.
A dark trinity, wedded of man, words and darkness vowed as one. So rare
and unique is this union of what only an esoteric few are able to comprehend. Seen
in all creation, existing in everything... a poem is gifted be it you,
be it I, be it foe or friend. With seductive dance, this dark marriage
is consummated in rhythms, rhymes, quatrains, lyrics, verses and written
decree. From such a love is born a child, we poets protect and nurture,
who we have lovingly named.... Poetry.
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Author's Note:
Dark poets and their poetry.....Comments on "Poetry in the dark"
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On Sunday, July 28, 2019, dwells
(4285) wrote:
Returned for another bite of this apple, and a reminder of what we do and why: there are those that fight, those that assist, and the rest are victims. Cheers DD! - Dan
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A former member wrote:
Genius.. It left me pondering on myself. Hail to your dark art and the feather that makes it lives.
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On Sunday, September 3, 2017, dwells
(4285) wrote:
Many truths in a salad bowl of contextual originality DD. I really enjoyed reading something that never stumbled along on its way to elucidation; from the dark and dreary corners of chaos and confusion. Cheers! - Dan
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On Sunday, September 3, 2017, Jerry stiles
(251) wrote:
That was an awsum show of imagery of a poets life and mind,,,,perfection at it's best,,Great write ma'am,,✨💃✨
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On Wednesday, August 30, 2017, worm
(1194) wrote:
for now, this is my favorite piece from you! I have no doubt, however, that you will post many more I will like as well, if not more! Be Well! ~worm~
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On Wednesday, August 30, 2017, darkendomme
(125) wrote:
Again your comment leaves me honored and aiming to please . Thank you Worm! a gracious bow..