Submissions by Darkpoetria (DarkOakPoetry)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
As a poet I prefer to dabble in the darker side of writing. What ever teeters on the side of hushed convos and censored views is what I am drawn to poet about. I don't do well with rainbows and unicorns (unless dark), but do enjoy to read all genres.
SELF POEM
Published
9th Apr 2022 10:20pm
9th Apr 2022 10:20pm
A pebble's plea
It was a simple pebble in its place.
Unloved, insignificant, no reason, nor will there be.
The ground was a friend it thought,
"a match made for loners, perfect
for a lowly pebble-like me."
Stained with centuries of mossy mire,
Passed by, kicked, stepped on
the norm of a day, the expected play,
for one who is of no use, no matter,
no words, or share, in which to say...
How kind it would be, if just once held up to the sun. ...
Unloved, insignificant, no reason, nor will there be.
The ground was a friend it thought,
"a match made for loners, perfect
for a lowly pebble-like me."
Stained with centuries of mossy mire,
Passed by, kicked, stepped on
the norm of a day, the expected play,
for one who is of no use, no matter,
no words, or share, in which to say...
How kind it would be, if just once held up to the sun. ...
#sadness
#depression
#hope #LifeStruggles
#hope #LifeStruggles
430 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
25th Aug 2021 00:39am
25th Aug 2021 00:39am
How do you...
How do you love me in all my undeserving and never having touched a single fallen curl now resting on my breast? The thought you put into those things that are the bringers of my happiness spanning over the torment and the rough of oceans... How do you drown in this so hopeful?
How does your mind know my own, how does it know to love me to my fall? How? Tell me...
I feel you're wanting me, like the winds against my skin before a tropical storm. I feel you're missing me like hunger starves the hungry. I taste your fervor on the tip of a wet pen's write and know not how you do...
How does your mind know my own, how does it know to love me to my fall? How? Tell me...
I feel you're wanting me, like the winds against my skin before a tropical storm. I feel you're missing me like hunger starves the hungry. I taste your fervor on the tip of a wet pen's write and know not how you do...
#love
#FeelingLost
444 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
19th Oct 2020 3:16am
19th Oct 2020 3:16am
Memories along the way
The day is coming when the one you love is only a beloved memory... The bed you shared warm in the eve, now much larger and quieter than you'd like... Those glances that spoke with no words, windows whose framed photos gifts you adoration from afar. Your name and the sound of it, in that one voice your ears are intuned to hearken above all others, only an echo through a once shared home. The many of little things in your basket of life you've partaken with thee. Waste not a waiting memory making haste to it's being a reality of the past come and gone.
So I say to those whose now is...
So I say to those whose now is...
#love
#heartbroken
#death
531 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
25th Sep 2020 6:27am
25th Sep 2020 6:27am
Worry loves all
Worries cease our thoughts in shackles to break beneath strain. Hands sweat, the heart palps, some perish, some live. This, another frugal whim and tempt to try and regain.
And when worry is but an ornament around the neck, a fed famine now less in width and in length, from it's victory beaten is given till the next, earned of gain and renewed in strength.
A coffin buriest trials like an errant friend, till error he errors once more. Escape from hiding finds no peace for long or collateral to appease it's decatent taste of it's favored whore.
None earthly...
And when worry is but an ornament around the neck, a fed famine now less in width and in length, from it's victory beaten is given till the next, earned of gain and renewed in strength.
A coffin buriest trials like an errant friend, till error he errors once more. Escape from hiding finds no peace for long or collateral to appease it's decatent taste of it's favored whore.
None earthly...
#anxiety
#depression
#rejection
#LifeStruggles
#hurt
390 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
17th Sep 2020 00:59am
17th Sep 2020 00:59am
Guilted fires
I played with the fire my body ignited
I said the words and fanned it's flames
In it's danger love devoured me
Now I burn.....
with only myself to blame
I said the words and fanned it's flames
In it's danger love devoured me
Now I burn.....
with only myself to blame
#heartbroken
#lover
373 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
17th Sep 2020 00:50am
17th Sep 2020 00:50am
Meant for only a moment
I said a prayer, no wife should have said
I said I wouldn't... but then I did
You thought me worthy
And loved me best
Our souls they mated, love obsessed
Such moments like
we should leave in place
Pages turned, but not erased
Every fire lives... until it dies
Writing us beautiful,
unlike the world and before the lies
I said I wouldn't... but then I did
You thought me worthy
And loved me best
Our souls they mated, love obsessed
Such moments like
we should leave in place
Pages turned, but not erased
Every fire lives... until it dies
Writing us beautiful,
unlike the world and before the lies
#love
#lover
439 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
13th Sep 2020 5:20am
13th Sep 2020 5:20am
I'll silence my breaking of me without you
Just one last request
I won't ask why...
And Promise not to cry
Please stay till the morrow
Then unlove me in the morn
With goodbye
I won't ask why...
And Promise not to cry
Please stay till the morrow
Then unlove me in the morn
With goodbye
#sadness
#heartbroken
#hurt
399 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
13th Sep 2020 1:51am
13th Sep 2020 1:51am
Love feared
What is beautiful in it's fathom is fear to hope.
A fear of what may follow when strength is gotten from the weak of shaking stance.
The protruding truth from chests plough beyond fealty, beyond martydom, beyond eyelashes blushing at a glance.
The tingling in bellies trampled by found beauty of fear readying it's leap. Aches hungry exhales from dripping pulpits we pew quietly in coupled and sinful recluse.
Minded behemoths circling bantamic efforts of atrocities against the belief dangling beneath heaven's scriptured noose.
This arena of words coy to the...
A fear of what may follow when strength is gotten from the weak of shaking stance.
The protruding truth from chests plough beyond fealty, beyond martydom, beyond eyelashes blushing at a glance.
The tingling in bellies trampled by found beauty of fear readying it's leap. Aches hungry exhales from dripping pulpits we pew quietly in coupled and sinful recluse.
Minded behemoths circling bantamic efforts of atrocities against the belief dangling beneath heaven's scriptured noose.
This arena of words coy to the...
#love
#lust
#morality #fear
#morality #fear
507 reads
0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
10th Sep 2020 11:58pm
10th Sep 2020 11:58pm
A place most requisite
This much craved solace of a place, sought to alone the fight on fields of mentality's wars thought to break me, I love.
Hurts breeding with anger remedied, comforts the easing of mind as one in witness to the flight of sun shown in good omen through wings of a dove.
Falling armor weightless into it's feathered tales weaved not so false and far, whereby my descending skeleton is broken upon it's peace.
Nestled and rested mindings coils in sanctity, hidden and unnoticed in my return to innocence warmed beneath the earned grays safe in it's weathered...
Hurts breeding with anger remedied, comforts the easing of mind as one in witness to the flight of sun shown in good omen through wings of a dove.
Falling armor weightless into it's feathered tales weaved not so false and far, whereby my descending skeleton is broken upon it's peace.
Nestled and rested mindings coils in sanctity, hidden and unnoticed in my return to innocence warmed beneath the earned grays safe in it's weathered...
#MentalHealth
#myself
#SelfReflection
#meditation
#WilliamButlerYeats
491 reads
4 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
29th Aug 2020 2:33am
29th Aug 2020 2:33am
Sickened love
He is, my greatest and only habitual addiction, but I am not his....
He voyages on the whims of sins shaken from the Devil's hooves.
My cries mistaken for rain on this fogged and
befriended window yet again. It shares of its cracks and
breaking that mimic the fragments of my once whole heart.
My beautiful youth shown in this window's reflection
many years. An older more regretful
face reflects in reply this evening, as I wait to see the dust clouds that trails behind his return when home is remembered.
...
He voyages on the whims of sins shaken from the Devil's hooves.
My cries mistaken for rain on this fogged and
befriended window yet again. It shares of its cracks and
breaking that mimic the fragments of my once whole heart.
My beautiful youth shown in this window's reflection
many years. An older more regretful
face reflects in reply this evening, as I wait to see the dust clouds that trails behind his return when home is remembered.
...
#love
#regret
#abuse
#fate
#addiction
614 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
26th Jul 2020 11:09am
26th Jul 2020 11:09am
Hiding place
I hid beneath the fragile layers of my making.
Each layer a time once belonged
Each layer it's own ending
I sang to my soul weary within itself.
Every note falling through fibers of a memory
Every dance barefoot on floors watered by
emotions
I lament in echoes of what could have been and should have not.
Every regret penanced
Every fault given a name
I lay in these layers that is me, sad violins and piano keys. Black feathers falling where the past still breathes and where alone with me, I must...
Each layer a time once belonged
Each layer it's own ending
I sang to my soul weary within itself.
Every note falling through fibers of a memory
Every dance barefoot on floors watered by
emotions
I lament in echoes of what could have been and should have not.
Every regret penanced
Every fault given a name
I lay in these layers that is me, sad violins and piano keys. Black feathers falling where the past still breathes and where alone with me, I must...
#sadness
#loneliness
#secrets
600 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
5th May 2020 3:45am
5th May 2020 3:45am
Beginnings and Endings
I gave you the first of me in the finest of all I am..
My breath was yours to take
My time was yours to spend
My back was yours to break
My happiness was yours to descend
My world was yours to shake
My follow was yours to the end
I would have given you the last of me in ruins...
When a Poet spoke to the dying within.
And with words unlike yours, taught me how to finish a chapter and when another is to begin.
My breath was yours to take
My time was yours to spend
My back was yours to break
My happiness was yours to descend
My world was yours to shake
My follow was yours to the end
I would have given you the last of me in ruins...
When a Poet spoke to the dying within.
And with words unlike yours, taught me how to finish a chapter and when another is to begin.
#love
#relationships
#FallingInLove #MovingOn
#FallingInLove #MovingOn
555 reads
2 Comments
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