I Love Dark Poetry

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    My Heart The Burden....

    Oh love... Fire burning within, coursing through every vein, insatiable longing and pining for your closeness... I question my strength, my ability to stand and burn in the pyre while I wait for our reunions. Shall I withstand our times of separation, sleeping with my tears...
    DreamChristine DreamChristine
    31-35, F
    Sep 6, 2013

    I am here, You are there,

    It really is perplexing. We cannot touch, In real time much, There's nothing quite as vexing. Like sex fulfilled, In bits and bytes, And endless late nights texting.
    emmawelsh1998 emmawelsh1998
    18-21, F
    1 Response Nov 27, 2015

    Darken Soul

    everyone has there own lane. everyone has there own life. But how do we know if our life is in the correct lane. are we living to DIE.? Or are we dying to live. Either way our soul is darken and our mind is closed. All that anger. all dat madness is a sign of a dark soul. Howcan...
    tekaye22 tekaye22
    26-30, F
    Aug 13, 2013

    For english, we have to memorise

    and perform a poem in front of the class. We get to choose what we want, and at first I was searching for ones of the lgbtq nature, but eventually changed course completely and settled for this one. It's beautiful I think. Here is the original; though I'll change to 'he' for...
    loveyourselfalwaysxx loveyourselfalwaysxx
    16-17, F
    1 Response Oct 25, 2014

    My shroud removed, And my body uncovered,

    Left for the Vultures to tear at my skin, To relish from my skull; the contents within. And here I have lay, With these dark demons of prey, Using grimy black talons they disfigured my face, Please God I pray: Send your Eagle this way!
    RnneKK RnneKK
    18-21, F
    2 Responses Feb 28, 2015

    Barren as the night, her heart

    as dark and cold, she lay in deep slumber, bound by the chains forged out of misery, she is but remnants of angelic grace, her pale frail mortality is evidence of demonic disgrace, she yearned for release, resigned of human will, time passed, she lay there still, a monument of...
    deleted deleted
    26-30
    Jun 23, 2015
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