Best Dark Poems

Children, I come back today
To tell you a story of the long dark way
That I had to climb, that I had to know
In order that the race might live and grow.
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Carnal apple, Woman filled, burning moon,
dark smell of seaweed, crush of mud and light,
what secret knowledge is clasped between your pillars?
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The dark wings of night enfolded the city upon which Nature had spread a pure white garment of snow; and men deserted the streets for their houses in search of warmth, while the north wind probed in contemplation of laying waste the gardens...
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As I came to the edge of the woods,
Thrush music - hark!
Now if it was dusk outside,
Inside it was dark.
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Birds singing
in the dark
—Rainy dawn.
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We shall not always plant while others reap
The golden increment of bursting fruit,
Not always countenance, abject and mute,
That lesser men should hold their brothers cheap;
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I am afraid, oh I am so afraid!
The cold black fear is clutching me to-night
As long ago when they would take the light
And leave the little child who would have prayed,
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Preludium

The shadowy Daughter of Urthona stood before red Orc,
When fourteen suns had faintly journey'd o'er his dark abode:
His food she brought in iron baskets, his drink in cups of iron:
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"Dark eyes are dearer far
Than those that mock the hyacinthine bell."

Blue! 'Tis the life of heaven,—the domain
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As bronze may be much beautified
By lying in the dark damp soil,
So men who fade in dust of warfare fade
Fairer, and sorrow blooms their soul.
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He whom I enclose with my name is weeping in this dungeon.
I am ever busy building this wall all around; and as this wall goes up into
the sky day by day I lose sight of my true being in its dark shadow.
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Written at the old home in Portland

The day is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains,and the wind is never weary;
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Oh city, whom grey stormy hands have sown,
With restless drift, scarce broken now of any,
Out of the dark thy windows dim and many
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Woke up suddenly thinking I heard crying.
Rushed through the dark house.
Stopped, remembering. Stood looking
out at bright moonlight on concrete.
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' i am ' sky
my colors are my moods
' i am' light blue when i'm at peace
' i am ' dark blue when i'm troubled
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There's a black hole
In my consciousness
I feel less whole
Diminishing
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In the village they call her the dark girl
but to me she is the flower Krishnakali
On a cloudy day in a field
I saw the dark girl's dark gazelle-eyes.
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Hills of silver plate,
grey heights, dark red rocks
through which the Duero bends
its crossbow arc
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Dark girl so filled with strife
Dark Dark girl she'll take your life
Dark girl stay for a while
Dark Dark girl she makes me smile
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Sombre the night is.
And though we have our lives, we know
What sinister threat lies there.
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Night from a railroad car window
Is a great, dark, soft thing
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The baby bat
Screamed out in fright,
'Turn on the dark,
I'm afraid of the light.'
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Evans? Yes, many a time
I came down his bare flight
Of stairs into the gaunt kitchen
With its wood fire, where crickets sang
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This Girl In The Dark
Has a beautiful face without a name
And a beautiful smile to hide the pain
This Girl In the Dark
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'Trust love even if it brings sorrow.
Do not close up your heart.'
'Ah no, my friend, your words are
dark, I cannot understand them.'
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Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are,
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky.
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That is the current that makes machinery, that makes it crackle,
what is the current that presents a long line and a necessary waist. What is this current.
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In the heart of heartless desert
In the society of dark deformed
He came to bring heart
And to remove dark deformed,
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Night is stygian sans of stars
Dark mood shares kinship
With black sky of new moon
Moon's jubilant child I am shedding
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'Who knocks? ' 'I, who was beautiful
Beyond all dreams to restore,
I from the roots of the dark thorn am hither,
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The hunchèd camels of the night
Trouble the bright
And silver waters of the moon.
The Maiden of the Morn will soon
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In the dark I stand alone
In the dark I think this is my home

I think of you in the dark
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They danced
For you those butterflies
Made of bright light –
Your dark interior
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A blind horse stands among cherry trees.
And bones shine from cool earth.
The heart leaps
Almost up to the sky! But laments
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Sky was studded with dark clouds,
Rushing all over with big sounds,
Impeded danger of heavy down pour,
Adding of woes to already poor,
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O Night comes again,
When the golden light leaving the sky
Follow the sun, to the west hills it flies
Flying birds now return, reach home again
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She had no saying dark enough
For the dark pine that kept
Forever trying the window latch
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Oh, Morpheus, give me joy till morning
For my forever painful love:
Just blow out candles' burning
And let my dreams in blessing move.
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Not every man has gentians in his house
in Soft September, at slow, Sad Michaelmas.
Bavarian gentians, big and dark, only dark
darkening the daytime torchlike with the smoking blueness of Pluto's
gloom,
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The Dark Daughter
The dark daughter, dark not, but beautiful,
Call her not dark,
As she dark not, my dark daughter,
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LOVE is enough: though the World be a-waning,
And the woods have no voice but the voice of complaining,
   Though the sky be too dark for dim eyes to discover
The gold-cups and daisies fair blooming thereunder,
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Many animals that our fathers killed in America
Had quick eyes.
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...The midnight train is coming, wailing and trailing its plaintive whistle again
...Down through all the forlorn years and down through all the midnight tears
...I hear its call come burning through the miles, come yearning down the tracks
...And I'm wondering where it's going and wondering where it's been
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The moon is hiding
Her face veiled by thick, dark clouds
On a rainy night
Darkness wrapped the sky in black
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As you read, a white bear leisurely
pees, dyeing the snow
saffron,
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A virtue of the half-Gods

Burning the last candle of the life
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Blow out the candles of your cake.
They will not leave you in the dark,
Who round with grace this dusky arc
Of the grand tour which souls must take.
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The forge-fire sets a glow in the heavens,
the hammer thunders, showering the smoke with sparks.

A ruddy smithy, the white face of the moon,
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Death's song plays in tune,
in tune with lives he holds in his hands.

He plays of loneliness and depression to
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My voice that is for you the languid one, and gentle,
Disturbs the velvet of the dark night's mantle,
By my bedside, a candle, my sad guard,
Burns, and my poems ripple and merge in flood --
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The night was dark when she went away, and the slept.
The night is dark now, and I call for her, "Come back, my
darling; the world is asleep; and no one would know, if you came
for a moment while stars are gazing at stars."
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Been stumbling around in the dark, trying to follow
the light in Gods heart. Fear and confusion can get
in the way, and so many mistakes I have made. But,
Gods love has always been... As sure as the light of
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So now,
Losing the three last night,
Takeing them back today,
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When the spent sun throws up its rays on cloud
And goes down burning into the gulf below,
No voice in nature is heard to cry aloud
At what has happened. Birds, at least must know
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My bed is like a little boat;
Nurse helps me in when I embark;
She girds me in my sailor's coat
And starts me in the dark.
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i am fading in the dark
the darkness is evolving in my soul
The pain is rushing through ny veins
No one there to pick me up when i fall
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the man studied her
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A merely striking beauty akin to a pomegranate bud,
colourful but dark inside is not hard to find-
fine is that rare gem made of'be what you seem'
like the first born babe's ice-clean smile
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In what house, the jade flute that sends these dark notes drifting,
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Our hearths are gone out and our hearts are broken,
And but the ghosts of homes to us remain,
And ghastly eyes and hollow sighs give token
From friend to friend of an unspoken pain.
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Late, late, so late! and dark the night and chill!
Late, late, so late! but we can enter still.
Too late, too late! ye cannot enter now.
No light had we: for that we do repent;
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I never loved you more, ma soeur
Than as I walked away from you that evening.
The forest swallowed me, the blue forest, ma soeur
The blue forest and above it pale stars in the west.
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I am writing these poems
From inside a lion,
And it's rather dark in here.
So please excuse the handwriting
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Not quite dark yet
and the stars shining
above the withered fields.
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When on my bed the moonlight falls,
I know that in thy place of rest
By that broad water of the west,
There comes a glory on the walls:
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The lightning spun your garment for the night
Of silver filaments with fire shot thru,
A broidery of lamps that lit for you
The steadfast splendor of enduring light.
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Come out of the dark.
Return to the light.
There's so much more to
Life.
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(dedicated to Saint Cynosure, a poet friend at poemhunter)

Bread is dancing inside December
I think I know what I’m doing
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A white well
In a black cave;
A bright shell
In a dark wave.
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By Chivalries as tiny,
A Blossom, or a Book,
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She makes her way through the dark trees
Down to the lake to be alone.
Following their voices on the breeze,
She makes her way. Through the dark trees
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The far moon maketh lovers wise
In her pale beauty trembling down,
Lending curved cheeks, dark lips, dark eyes,
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Oh my soul, I beg thee search me
Dark surrounds me, search me, try me
I am on my knees, oh my soul
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Dark, She is the mind of yours.
Icy chill of thought becomes
A steely shimmer.
Behold a glimmer in the black -
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Away, ye gay landscapes, ye garden of roses!
In you let the minions of luxury rove;
Restore me to the rocks, where the snowflake reposes,
Though still they are sacred to freedom and love:
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Old warder of these buried bones,
And answering now my random stroke
With fruitful cloud and living smoke,
Dark yew, that graspest at the stones
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Meet me by the river tonight
Just you and me under the pale moonlight
I promise you I won’t be afraid
of the dark
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the eyes of the light are so blind
blind to reality
blind to the truth
the eyes of darkness see it all
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Rise up, and do begin the day's adorning;
The Summer dark is but the dawn of day.
The last of sunset fades into the morning,
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Kabul town's by Kabul river --
Blow the bugle, draw the sword --
There I lef' my mate for ever,
Wet an' drippin' by the ford.
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In her grey majesty of ancient stone
She queens it proudly, though the sun's caress
Her piteous cheeks, ravished of bloom, confess,
And her dark eyes his bridegroom glance have know.
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When all, and birds, and creeping beasts,
When the dark of night is deep,
From the moving wonder of their lives
Commit themselves to sleep.
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Thick overhead
clouds of the monsoon,
a delight to this feverish heart.
Season of rain,
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You played the rain on your old mandolin.
A rusted roof laid shelter on my heart.
Song wove a weather coat out of a cloud.
The poem was as frail as daffodils
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I met someone somewhere out there
One angel, with eyes that dare
I saw him sent from the sky
Oh, he’s an angel, an angel of a butterfly
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The days are short,
The sun a spark,
Hung thin between
The dark and dark.
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In the dark
And silent night,
The man fell deep asleep,
He was very greedy,
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He went to the masses
As a respectful and loyal servant
Gentle as the breeze that sweeps away pain
Extremely lovable like a lap dog
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The night sky sparkles
With zillions of dots of lights
A verse for the soul
A gift of life in the dark
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Some men are born to gather women's tears,
To give a harbour to their timorous fears,
To take them as the dry earth takes the rain,
As the dark wood the warm wind from the plain;
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As the clouds that are so light,
Beautiful, swift, and bright,
Cast shadows on field and park
Of the earth that is so dark,
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The moon is broken in twain, and half a moon
Before me lies on the still, pale floor of the sky;
The other half of the broken coin of troth
Is buried away in the dark, where the still dead lie.
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Behind the golden western hills
The sun goes down, a founder'd bark,
Only a mighty sadness fills
   The silence of the dark.
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The price seemed reasonable, location
Indifferent. The landlady swore she lived
Off premises. Nothing remained
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You twinkle like a star

Silently illuminate my nights of lonely universe,
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