Eyes Glowing!
eyes glowing in the dark,
human fireflies,
forgotten faces,
hands grown numb.
tiny lights in a sea of blackness,
each one has a name!
breath stale as hunger,
looms over the altar.
all the sins of humanity
sold in multicolored booths.
an army of children marching
to the edge of understanding!
eyes glowing in the dark...
poem by Eric Cockrell
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After Hours
Walking down the hallway, its too dark
Too dark too see anything
Why are the lights off
How did they forget I was studying?
I have been at school for 10 hours
I had to go home but I don't know my way
I cant see the hallway its too dark
where am I going?
where do I go?
Stretching my hand out infront
reaching my way home
No windows in the school, but why?
My hand reaches up
A breath crawls over my hand
glowing blue eyes shone
Leading me, not home, but to death
Come on now
the dark voice moans
Do you want to be late home
Then a white storm surrounds me
What is going on?
That night I never came home
But I became a part of something
the memories in the dead pupils
poem by Holly Chanel
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My Army, O, My Army!
My Army, O, my army! The time I dreamed of comes!
I want to see your colours; I want to hear your drums!
I heard them in my boyhood when all men’s hearts seemed cold;
I heard them as a Young Man—and I am growing old!
My army, O, my army! The signs are manifold!
My army, O, my army! My army and my Queen!
I used to sing your battle-songs when I was seventeen!
They came to me from ages, they came from far and near;
They came to me from Paris, they came to me from Here!—
They came when I was marching with the Army of the Rear.
My Queen’s dark eyes were flashing (oh, she was younger then!);
My Queen’s Red Cap was redder than the reddest blood of men!
My Queen marched like an Amazon, with anger manifest—
Her dark hair darkly matted from a knifegash in her breast
(For blood will flow where milk will not—her sisters knew the rest).
My legions ne’er were listed, they had no need to be;
My army ne’er was trained in arms—’twas trained in misery!
It took long years to mould it, but war could never drown
The shuffling of my army’s feet in the hunger-haunted town—
A little child was murdered, and so Tyranny went down.
My army kept no order, my army kept no time;
My army dug no trenches, yet died in dust and slime;
Its troops were fiercely ignorant, as to the manner born;
Its clothes were rags and tatters, or patches worn and torn—
Ah, me! It wore a uniform that I have often worn!
The faces of my army were ghastly as the dead;
My army’s cause was Hunger, my army’s cry was “Bread!”
It called on God and Mary and Christ of Nazareth;
It cried to kings and courtesans that fainted at its breath—
Its women beat their poor, flat breasts where babes had starved to death.
My army! My army—I hear the sound of drums
Above the roar of battles—and, lo! my army comes!
Nor creed of man may stay it—nor war, nor nation’s law—
The pikes go through the firing-lines as pitchforks go through straw—
Like pitchforks through the litter, while empires stand in awe.
poem by Henry Lawson
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Mitsuo, What Do You See?
When your spirit goes
to the glowing
edge
do you feel terror
as you hunger for
air?
What do you see
in that bright, distant
light?
Do you gaze through dark pain
into heaven’s living
flame?
poem by Steven Federle
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Oh! Lisa With These Lovely Eyes
Lisa with the dark brown eyes
So please tell my soul to sympathize,
We shall cry forever in overcast skies
Lisa with the dark brown eyes,
Lisa with the dark brown eyes
Heartbroken heart spoken, not taken back
To change a mind so is lifes dream
Lisa with the dark brown eyed
Lisa with the dark brown eyes
That blends your butter scotch face insight
Smiles which brings sparkles to my mind
Lisa with the dark brown eyes
Lisa with the dark brown eyes
Many pre thoughts of your strays hypnotize
French, African, English culture dies
Lisa with the dark brown eyes
Lisa with the dark brown eyes
She dabbles her life in fiction trash
her soul with curious follies
Lisa with the dark brown eyes
Lisa with the dark brown eyes
Loneliness, has come far a sad. sad day
Emptiness in your mind and heart pay
Lisa with the dark brown eyes
Lisa with the dark, dark, brown eyes
You walk the world in beauty forgotten
They speak about you something forbidden
Lisa with the dark, dark, brown eyes
Lisa with the dark, dark, brown eyes
Your body your mind so whole same so
Your gave birth and I wish I could understand, understand
Lisa with the dark dark raven eyes
Lisa with the dark dark brown eyes
Curiosity is so special time flies, my sighs
Persuaded a fool to be wise, so wise how wise
Lisa with the dark dark brown eyes.
poem by Klayne Mario Burton
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Howling At The Moon
Sha-la-la-la sha-la-la-la-la-la sha-la-la-la-la-la
Ships are docking planes are landing
A never ending supply
No more narco no more gangster
Conservatives can cry
I took the law and threw it away
'cause there's nothing wrong it's just for play
There's no law, no law any more
I want to steal from the rich and give to the poor
Sha-la-la-la sha-la-la-la-la-la
Sha-la-la-la sha-la-la-la-la-la
It was glowing, glowing, glowing, glowing in the dark
It was sparkling, sparkling, sparkling, sparkling in the dark
I took the law and threw it away
'cause there's nothing wrong it's just for play
There's no law, no law any more
I want to steal from the rich and give to the poor
Winter turns to summer sadness turns to fun
Keep the faith, baby you broke the rules and won
Sha-la-la-la sha-la-la-la-la-la
Sha-la-la-la sha-la-la-la-la-la
Keep it glowing, glowing, glowing
I'm not hurting any one keep it glowing, smoking, glowing
I'm howling at the moon
I took the law and threw it away
'cause there's nothing wrong it's just for play
There's no law, no law any more
I want to steal from the rich and give to the poor
Oh baby oh baby oh baby oh baby
I took the law and threw it away
'cause there's nothing wrong it's just for play
I'm smoking, baby
I'm smoking, oh baby
There's no law, no law any more
I want to steal from the rich and give to the poor
Sha-la-la-la sha-la-la-la-la-la
song performed by by Ramones
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Still Dark Like The One Last Night
a dark rose growing from a dark
concrete crevice of
this deserted building
on a dark night
spreading its dark petals
for dark dreams
on a fine morning
when darkness
is gone
the dark rose
comes out in the open
to meet the sun
embracing it
with so much light
turning into something
sort of a blood reddish
colored rose
something like
glowing
but still dark
like the one last night.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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369.still Dark Like The One Last Night
a dark rose growing from a dark
concrete crevice of
this deserted building
on a dark night
spreading its dark petals
for dark dreams
on a fine morning
when darkness
is gone
the dark rose
comes out in the open
to meet the sun
embracing it
with so much light
turning into something
sort of a blood reddish
colored rose
something like
glowing
but still dark
like the one last night.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Dark Rose
a dark rose growing from a dark
concrete crevice of
this deserted building
on a dark night
spreading its dark petals
for dark dreams
on a fine morning
when darkness
is gone
the dark rose
comes out in the open
to meet the sun
embracing it
with so much light
turning into something
sort of a blood reddish
colored rose
something like
glowing
but still dark
like the one last night.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Kids In Us...
it is not because one is fat or huge that
one does not fit
it is because one does not summon
his senses
and see therefore all the transparencies
the shadows
beyond the films
there will always be secrets
something concealed
but like children borne from
the mountain's belly
the tiny eyes peep and open
wide on those leaks of the
walls
they always know what is
wonder
it is when the children in us
begin to play again and remember those games
even how dark the night has become
that
we see again
thse fireflies of the hidden world
the tree and
the moon resting upon its
leaves
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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In The Dark, Painted Pink
eyes blazing in the dark
do not be slumbered
by sleek black hair
and soft touching
of breath from
ripened lips of red
eyes blazing in the dark
do not fall into sleep's abyss
as gentle touch
fingers promises on brow
with polished nails
pointed painted pink
eyes blazing in the dark
do not drift in dreams
of allures sweet scent
such intoxicates
and dims the wit
of weary men
eyes blazing in the dark
look into souls
and reflect
what is within;
eyes blazing in the dark
poem by David Taylor
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The troops come on with bayonets fixed pushing the people to the mountain’s lip
In a dream I walk in the times gone by
On the western edge of a heartbreak shore
When sleep’s dark fears are howling ‘round
In the bitter bitter dark of a cold wet world
Near the edge of the cliff there’s an angry
crowd with hungry faces crowding around
’fear in their eyes when they hear the drum
In the bitter bitter dark of a cold wet world
The troops come on with bayonets fixed
Pushing the people to the mountain’s lip
A cry goes out as the first goes down
in the bitter bitter dark of a cold wet world
In my dream I walk in the times gone by
As close to the edge as my fears allow
in the air there's a prayer for pity and revenge
In the bitter bitter dark of a cold wet world
poem by Sean Joyce
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A Single Candle/Death Herself
A single flame lights her face
The face of death
A single candle holds her fears
The fears of death
Her hands clasped anrond their souls
The souls of the dead
She feeds of their screams
The screams of the dead
Her legs lay bellow her
Bellow death
Her black gown over her body
The body of death
Her chest rises and falls with her breath
The breath of death
Her cloak drawn over her long flowing jet hair
The face of death
Her eyes unmoved unfeeling
Do you see it?
Do you see the soul of death?
Do you feel it?
Her skin as white as snow as it fades into darkness
The snow of tears
Her cloths as dark as night that swallows the light
The dark we all shall see
Her eyes close as she feels their souls flow
Flow from the dead
She leaves them there to lay in darkness
She steals from the dead
A single candle lights their faces filled with her
Filled with death
They fall into the darkness of her eyes, of her heart
The darkness of death
A single candle shall stay to light their way
Their way through the dark
A single candle holds their past
The pain and trials
A single candle lights her face
The face of death
A single candle holds her fears
The fears of death herself
A single candle
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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In My Dark
In my dark
I was lost and confused
feeling as if my heart
had been ripped and abused
In my dark
I discovered the truth
In my dark I couldnt find my way
I wanted to stay
hidden so far away
Deep in the ground
where I could no longer be hurt
In my dark
I was safe
no longer in the world
where words mean nothing
and hearts dont exsist
In my dark
there was only this
In my dark
I wanted to take my last breath
Close my eyes
hold closer to death
But in my dark
there was one voice
who refused
To let me close my eyes
to hide from the truth
That in my dark
tho I had never seen
That in my dark he had always been
holding me.
poem by Danyel Theresa Vertalics
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The Guardians Of The Sky
To what is this orb that toward earth shines,
Illuminating the many dark corners of the night,
Piercing through the dark and lonely wilderness,
To show the innocent the way home.
There’s nothing in the dark the orb can’t spy,
No mission or secret a man can hide,
Try as you might,
Futile your attempt would be.
But does the orb hide secrets of its own,
Things stationary, concealed behind it’s glowing face,
Mysteries that yet hold the key to a new life,
A life of living in the dark and realm of shadow.
But fear not the dark at night,
The dark may be overpowering but its might is short lived,
With the downfall of night a new power arrives,
The power of light and warmth.
The orb of day has power beyond measure,
Power to rid the world of darkness and fear,
When the orb of day cometh the orb of night retreat,
The unrelenting assault taking its toll.
Yet the next night and every night approaching,
We will see the orb of night glowing in the sky,
This if nothing else proves to us that,
Darkness is a part of the day, just as much as light.
poem by Thomas Vaudin
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Eyes Above Me
I look into the sky
And see your glowing eyes
Although you caused me so much pain
Ill still look to you with love
What happenend is done
Its in the past
High above the ground
I look deep into your eyes
High above the ground
You stand and watch me from above
As i live a long tired life
You call my name each night
So i look into the sky
And there i see your glowing eyes
As long as i believe your there
You'll always continue to watch me
No matter where i am
Ill always see your eyes above me
poem by Kerrie Maurer
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The Way You Wear Your Head
Dont push me cause Ill fall in love
With whatever you just said.
Dont push me cause I'll fall in love
With the way you wear your head.
Out in the corner
Youre glowing white
Out in the corner
Youre glowing white
I want to want you
I need to need you
Id love to love you
I want to want you
I need to need you
Im begging to beg you
Out in the corner
Youre glowing white
Out in the corner
Youre glowing white
Id like to say good-bye
To a complicated mind
But when I walk and wave
Im stalked all day
By california lives
And things I didnt try
And ways you were unkind
And the strangest colored eyes
Out in the corner
Youre glowing white
Out in the corner
Youre glowing white
song performed by by Nada Surf
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An Irish Mile
In my dream I walk in the times gone by
On the western edge of a heartbreak shore
Where sleep’s dark fears are howling ‘round
In the bitter bitter dark of a cold wet world
Near the edge of a cliff there’s an angry
crowd with hungry faces crowding around
’fear in their eyes when they hear the drum
In the bitter bitter dark of a cold wet world
The troops come on with bayonets fixed
Pushing the people to the mountain’s lip
A cry goes out as the first goes down
in the bitter bitter dark of a cold wet world
The troops move off in single file.
The Empire grows by an Irish mile.
A voice cries out from the rocks below in
the bitter bitter dark of a cold wet world
In my dream I walk in the times gone by
As close to the edge as my fears allow
in the air there's a prayer for pity and revenge
In the bitter bitter dark of a cold wet world
poem by Sean Joyce
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Page One, Part Two
My hand yearns not what my eyes have seen.
Though the eyes plead to hands,
'Show me again, learn it forever,
so when my heart aches I can look
to my memories of what I so love.
I never want to forget. wish to
memorize,
the features and the shadows,
even more - the eyes, ' Yet, Curses!
my graphite speaks Dark, and
too dark for those lite eyes
some who I love behold. And more,
Curses! If all these eyes be dark, can I never forget the dark eyes that torture and tempt.
If you look, you will fall.
Fall, fall, you have failed.
poem by D.M.L. Catseye
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My Dark Poem
This is a dark poem
not dark with ghosts and blood spatters
not dark with a grinning killer
my poem is not a bloody
amusement park fantasy
of suicides and gamboling corpses
my dark poem is about you.
As you were eating your fecal hamburger today
stacked corpses were being used to block roads.
As you were bloating your belly with
carbonated corn syrup
and feeling mildly depressed
the highest court in the land sold you
to Walmart and Monsanto.
My poem is about something dark
that happened today.
Laboring children got their fingers caught in machinery
others picked through garbage.
still other children were sold into slavery
to make shoes and shirts
While you stood in line at the unemployment office.
On TV, or somewhere, some politician said
you shouldn’t feed or clothe the poor
because that just encourages them
to breed,
and giving children a hot lunch
just lowers their test scores.
From beyond the fires Hitler's eyes sparkled
and he actually laughed.
poem by David Saltaire
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Waves Of Light
WAVES OF LIGHT
Indian guy blows light in my eyes,
It was glowing—totally mezmorized.
He says everything has a glowing aura
That he can see,
When he walks among the plants and the trees.
We are made of fast moving light,
we can’t see it in dark or night.
He says there is no karma to go through,
that we should just go with the flow and have fun too.
He lives in Vegas and travels the USA,
He was made fun of in India so he doesn’t go there today.
People don’t believe what they can’t see, so they don't conceive.
I will hopefully see Indian guru again,
have many more questions without end.
Written by Suzae Chevalier August 22,2011
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poem by Christina Sunrise
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