Don’t fear the dark poets gear

Published by Amanda Shelton under on 12:55 PM
I bring you a dark poets world of the written word... Enjoy!
Poetry is an art form to me, I love to paint with my words. Bring to life my poetry giving the reader an image through my words and using a flow a rhyme and rhythm. Giving them my painted world on a canvas of paper. Line by line the world peals away to reveal its purpose and outcome.
Don’t fear the dark poets gear binding and binding so fast it is winding. Keeping minds at a ticking point and your heart beating out of your chest.
A dark poets mark a lover of night and everything that brings you a fright.



The end is getting near

Things are coming to an end
leaving you breathless, and gasping for air.
You try to hold on, and not lose what you have gained.
But your mind and soul tell you, you need to move on, but your body tells you no.
You work it to the bone and to the road of no returning
You know this it.

Things are coming to an end.
You feel in your gut, your senses tell you everyday the end is getting near.
You can hear it breathing on your neck whispering in your ear.
Death came to take my soul. He seemed nice enough so I took his hand.





Unknown

Published by Amanda Shelton under on 4:49 PM
I once knew a man
He wasn't very tall
But His nose stood taller then a top hat
Or mad hatter
He was not boastful or full of pride
He never stood taller than anyone smaller
Because he felt horrible when he tried.

The apocalypse

Published by Amanda Shelton under on 11:57 AM
I see it coming
I feel its approach
My hair stands on end
and my gut shivers
the stress cuts in

I work my bones to the marrow
I’m a prisoner of my mind
I work a 5 to 9 job as
I sweat my rust

Thoughts dancing on the night sky
leaving visions in my eye
This is it, the apocalypse
oceans rise,
the ground quakes
shy’s bleed
minds grow.
We need to go.

Drum roll
a chorus line
leaving souls on the line
This is it, the apocalypse
and we all die
but this is but a dream
a waking mind
an eye-opening from a dreaming time.
a dream with in a dream

The lovers that hang from the sycamore trees

Published by Amanda Shelton under on 8:55 PM
I watched your heart go out in a blaze
in a wave of dying embers
I left your heart to waver on the wind
ash’s to ash’s
I leave you in the dust
tears making hearts turn to rust
as time ticks by
love dies
and lovers cry
All passions run away
with river deep and a Devils pride
gray trees have no hearts
and the sycamore tree leaves nothing but white ash
as a heart bleeds
It ran like a velvety bleeding cake.
Dripping and oozing
on the floor.
Heart lingers once more on the limb of the sycamore tree.
White ash is a tree that ones had bark of brown and green.
Bleed for me my lost lovers heart.
As your lips no longer kiss my own.
Such lovers are these,
that hang from the sycamore trees.

Lingering on a moment of a passionate taste

Published by Amanda Shelton under on 7:26 PM
Love in a hopeless place
a time of wanting and waiting
moments of gold and shimmer
Puff of reality a smoky haze lingering on the air
We found love there
where no one dear

Falling deep into a golden time
a drop of passion in a river of gloden times
we found love in a hopeless place
Shower us with diamonds and a lovers grace
Passions rise in a smoky haze
lingering on a moment of a passionate taste

Behind dreaming eyes

Published by Amanda Shelton under on 7:22 PM
Close your eyes
a sleep many know
a time of make-believe
wishes yet to be made
Behind dreaming eyes
sleeping behind such eyes as mine
a baby learning to walk in hourglass time
A mirror of ourselves, a copy, a dream;
We are all this and more
behind such eyes
that dream
that wish
that writes books for every eye to read
Dreaming behind such eyes
as these
a dreamer behind such eyes
as mine and thin own make-believe
behind such eyes
as these
dreaming dreams that need not be
behind such eyes
as these
make-believe is a sight all children have and need
behind such eyes
as these
monsters abound
behind such eyes
as these
a child
a dreamer
a wisher of such
behind dreaming eyes
as these

Hell freezes

Published by Amanda Shelton under on 6:54 PM



When the days go cold
The nights go stale
Gods turn to dust
and heaven rains gold

Hell freezes
and Demons stand
Fight to the end
With Angel dust
and bloody veins pumping rust

Keep in tune as you must
Hell freezes once
and nevermore
Angels fight from heavens door

Hell freezes only once
keep the tune and clean the rust
Hell freezes
and demons stand
But Angels await at heavens gate

Yield ye old soul give they heart and gold
and be greedy not at heavens door

After forever

Published by Amanda Shelton under on 6:43 PM


After forever
hearts abound
cracks are healed
and the curtains gone down
hearts seek what can’t be found
after forever
an apples been bitten
and the poisons been given
tears from the broken
and hearts without a token
after forever
there’s no more I love you’s
and no more I hate you’s
to be
given around
for after forever
there’s no more
to be given
a heart is a mortal vessel waiting for its demise
waiting for a passionate savior of the broken-hearted
after forever
all hearts are on the table
given up to a fests of plenty
as lovers go off into the sunset
after forever
lovers abound
and no more broken hearts are to be found

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