APissPoorShaman
Ryszard
Ryszard
Poem Published
Today 2:39am
Today 2:39am
Because I Wanted to Write Something Dark
Nothing grows
in this garden of bones
shadowed tombstones moan
darkness whispers of beauty found
transgressions and sin no longer bound
the sky turns black with burning lust
the gates to hell await the dusk
a warning to all, beware!
abandon hope and so despair
as fear and morality strive
pray that sanity survives
too late, the gates slam shut
trapped forever in deliriums flood
madness tasting like dripping blood
eyes dilate and hunger consumes you
you feast upon your dark desires
gorge yourself on mortal sins ...
in this garden of bones
shadowed tombstones moan
darkness whispers of beauty found
transgressions and sin no longer bound
the sky turns black with burning lust
the gates to hell await the dusk
a warning to all, beware!
abandon hope and so despair
as fear and morality strive
pray that sanity survives
too late, the gates slam shut
trapped forever in deliriums flood
madness tasting like dripping blood
eyes dilate and hunger consumes you
you feast upon your dark desires
gorge yourself on mortal sins ...
#dark
#evil
#shadows
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adagio
Poem Published
Yesterday 1:29pm
Yesterday 1:29pm
Nocturne She Spun
My muse has thought it high time to return
from the urn, a ghastly nocturne she spun
giving me the cold shoulder and a chill
picking a fine time to leave me, no words to spill
around a group of poets and forget-me-nots
of pot eaters wearing wife beaters of polka dots
a few came in friendship and homeruns
oh dear! one had a potbelly gun
stuck to his waistcoat with chewing gum
from the urn, a ghastly nocturne she spun
assembled for fun in the shadow of the sun
from the urn, a ghastly nocturne she spun
giving me the cold shoulder and a chill
picking a fine time to leave me, no words to spill
around a group of poets and forget-me-nots
of pot eaters wearing wife beaters of polka dots
a few came in friendship and homeruns
oh dear! one had a potbelly gun
stuck to his waistcoat with chewing gum
from the urn, a ghastly nocturne she spun
assembled for fun in the shadow of the sun
#dark
#emptiness
#emotional #passion
#emotional #passion
44 reads
4 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
5th Feb 2023 7:04pm
5th Feb 2023 7:04pm
Big Bad's Bag
In my hand, the sand shaker and the utensil which I scribble. In the throat of the dark, I sleep in the inkwell. Hearing the footfalls of voices. "This little piggy, he brings a fork..." From the shadow space of bedlam's widow. Now a hollow shell on the pillow. Catching a breath, making a cat's cradle from strings of death's library. Inhaling the screams of illicit dreams. Perhaps, another theme. From the inner sanctum of my lobotomy, among the dead, as they tiptoe across the moss. Now as I huff and puff in my Big Bad's Bag and shortbread too. In my hand, the sand shaker, to dry the ink of...
#dark
68 reads
4 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
4th Feb 2023 1:39pm
4th Feb 2023 1:39pm
Chicken Little Says...
Chicken Little, says," the sky is falling." The gizmo keeps on knocking, a cacophony of horror. So say the warlocks of the macabre. Disguised with cosmetics. Riding a crooked horse of the apocalypse. Darkening the sky of oblivion, as crickets strum their violins. Fasting before the corpse of death's theme. Cloaking, then feeding the Tin Man a buffet at the diners, drive-ins, and dives. While the sweet chariot carries the bones gathering at the tannery. Scraping away the flesh, to make lampshades for the Cyclops flea market. Chicken Little, says," the sky is falling."
#dark
#gothic
96 reads
2 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
4th Feb 2023 2:31am
4th Feb 2023 2:31am
You Do It Only Once
The thing about dying
beyond the blushing
waiting for the silent butler
you do it only once
with a shadow of mascara
lifting your vanity
in dreams of unspoken truths
behind the veil
climbing up the staircase
as death has a nasty habit
of not staying in one place
because it takes up space
beyond the blushing
waiting for the silent butler
you do it only once
with a shadow of mascara
lifting your vanity
in dreams of unspoken truths
behind the veil
climbing up the staircase
as death has a nasty habit
of not staying in one place
because it takes up space
#dark
#death
93 reads
11 Comments
Wired6
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2023 4:31pm
3rd Feb 2023 4:31pm
217F845.
On our way,2 our destination.
Sky high,strapped in,on=217F845,Shite flight.
You calmly,laid on me,
That you didn't think that we,were working out.
Immediately, I asked why.
You,devishlessly,
Placed your write hand,
On top of my write hand,
Squeezed it,tipped your head up,
And staring write in my eyes------------
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----------
I never did get 2 find out why you thought we wasn't working,
As,
Flight=217F845,
Fell from the sky.
As I said. It was a Shite flight!
...
Sky high,strapped in,on=217F845,Shite flight.
You calmly,laid on me,
That you didn't think that we,were working out.
Immediately, I asked why.
You,devishlessly,
Placed your write hand,
On top of my write hand,
Squeezed it,tipped your head up,
And staring write in my eyes------------
----------
----------
I never did get 2 find out why you thought we wasn't working,
As,
Flight=217F845,
Fell from the sky.
As I said. It was a Shite flight!
...
#grief
#dark
#confusion #fear
#confusion #fear
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robert43041
Viking
Viking
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2023 3:17pm
3rd Feb 2023 3:17pm
Funny and sad
In L.A. the double amputee...no legs but a nasty attitude
Committed a crime using a butcher's knife
Nasty and rude
Chased by police
While he was ''running'' away
Trying to flee from healthy men armed with guns
But goo for brains
They finally neared him
Gave him a warning? No warning? Who cares...
Shot him ten times...not in the legs
For he had none
But still, overkill, seems to me.
Committed a crime using a butcher's knife
Nasty and rude
Chased by police
While he was ''running'' away
Trying to flee from healthy men armed with guns
But goo for brains
They finally neared him
Gave him a warning? No warning? Who cares...
Shot him ten times...not in the legs
For he had none
But still, overkill, seems to me.
#dark
#disappointment
24 reads
1 Comment
Numer90
Numer0-un0
Numer0-un0
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2023 9:33am
3rd Feb 2023 9:33am
In My Teleplay
Deep in the zone
In my Teleplay
My rules
My game
It's a fair play..
Gog's and Magog's
My mob
My goons
I don't need me a place..
Don't mind if what I will say's a taboo
Play by play..
Dozing inside the pouch of a kangaroo
Day by day..
I'd rather not stay in Waterloo
I said I don't need me a place
While the Sunshine's I failed to make my hay
Simply no room putting on any blame
In this game we got no fair play
All one...
In my Teleplay
My rules
My game
It's a fair play..
Gog's and Magog's
My mob
My goons
I don't need me a place..
Don't mind if what I will say's a taboo
Play by play..
Dozing inside the pouch of a kangaroo
Day by day..
I'd rather not stay in Waterloo
I said I don't need me a place
While the Sunshine's I failed to make my hay
Simply no room putting on any blame
In this game we got no fair play
All one...
#dark
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Results_May_Vary
Seth_
Seth_
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2023 2:33am
3rd Feb 2023 2:33am
Hamlet
I pray you will see me
As I patiently wait for you
Sparing none of her flowers
She sets them gently upon the river
Wishing them the joy she’s lost hope in finding
Her mind is a torrential flood of sorrow
God knows I’ve tried to save her
Starving for solitude, she placed me into her heart
She prays I will see her
As she patiently waits for me
With more to gain with the loss
Mother seems only careless
Never blinked twice to question who slew the King
While I scream at the sky
And cry to the ghost ...
As I patiently wait for you
Sparing none of her flowers
She sets them gently upon the river
Wishing them the joy she’s lost hope in finding
Her mind is a torrential flood of sorrow
God knows I’ve tried to save her
Starving for solitude, she placed me into her heart
She prays I will see her
As she patiently waits for me
With more to gain with the loss
Mother seems only careless
Never blinked twice to question who slew the King
While I scream at the sky
And cry to the ghost ...
#dark
#heartbroken
#WilliamShakespeare
46 reads
3 Comments
Longblackhair6
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2023 10:27pm
2nd Feb 2023 10:27pm
Crimson Sky
I look out the window
And I see white and grey clouds
My thoughts write words
I start to read them aloud
Some don't make sense
As I have the peeking sun in my eyes
I start counting my mistakes
Along with the birds that fly by
The words in my thoughts start to angry
Then the sky starts to turn green
The tornado of flashbacks
Starts to make a regretful scene
I try to erase the words
Turn my thoughts into a blank page
But how could I do that?
If I'm stuck in bad decision's cage
I was once a monster
The kind...
And I see white and grey clouds
My thoughts write words
I start to read them aloud
Some don't make sense
As I have the peeking sun in my eyes
I start counting my mistakes
Along with the birds that fly by
The words in my thoughts start to angry
Then the sky starts to turn green
The tornado of flashbacks
Starts to make a regretful scene
I try to erase the words
Turn my thoughts into a blank page
But how could I do that?
If I'm stuck in bad decision's cage
I was once a monster
The kind...
#regret
#dark
#storm #SelfReflection
#storm #SelfReflection
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adagio
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2023 8:36pm
2nd Feb 2023 8:36pm
Mirroring The Macabre
Let dead be my epithet and Four Roses my rum when it's all said, on parchment of red. Tuned in to the tonsured monks. No more flowers, Just dead words. Suffering ghost in my purgatory. Driving me mad with wandering desires. Fashioning, wanting to be fed. Torn to tatters in gothic pewter as my muse begins the beguine. Fox Trotting, mirroring the macabre. With the power to read souls. In a state of being, with a tight chemise. But, don't hide from me, sweet Javelina. Saving the last dance for me in the shadows of obsidian, beneath the rock of a man-made nave. As the silent butler crunches the...
#dark
#EdgarAllanPoe
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Vampyre497
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2023 1:30pm
2nd Feb 2023 1:30pm
Guilty
I never felt welcomed back
Everything seemed to attack
I had to leave to save me
But I still feel guilty
I never learned to fly for my size
There was nothing to be done to prize
Nothing changed from my fall
I wonder if I regret it all
I never know how I feel
I spent my time ending seal
I thought I was a second son
But the love was already done
Everything seemed to attack
I had to leave to save me
But I still feel guilty
I never learned to fly for my size
There was nothing to be done to prize
Nothing changed from my fall
I wonder if I regret it all
I never know how I feel
I spent my time ending seal
I thought I was a second son
But the love was already done
#anxiety
#depression
#regret
#loneliness
#dark
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