Starkly black and white
Such a frightening delight,
A glimmering spark
Slightly torn, partcialy earmarked.
Alone, am I doubting ?
Quickly released and pouting ?
Pointed is the way,
A private internalised display,
Of disgruntled brevity ?
A liberal anxiety ?
Pleaded touchy feely,
When left alone and steely,
Small doors, slowly swung wide,
Step through with art, catch this comming tide.
Dare the voice be heeded,
For those thoughts, are now seeded,
Starkly black and white.
12/04/08
A contest entry
- Dark Poetry! by BeautifullyBroken42.
300 points, ended May 6, 2008, 36 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I don't think is really dark.. but, it does have amazing flow
Hehe.. Anyways Good luck in your contest... 
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Cheers for the comment .. Darkness imo does not have to be about blood and death it can also be feel flow and looking inwardly. which is what i was trying to achieve with this poem. Cheers for the good luck
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