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Dark Poems - Poems For Dark
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A Challenge To The Dark - Poem by Charles Bukowski
shot in the eye
shot in the brain
shot in the ****
shot like a flower in the dance
amazing how death wins hands down
amazing how much credence is given to idiot forms of life
amazing how laughter has been drowned out
amazing how viciousness is such a constant
I must soon declare my own war on their war
I must hold to my last piece of ground
I must protect the small space I have made that has allowed me life
my life not their death
my death not their death…
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A Challenge To The Dark
Charles Bukowski -
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Traveling Through The Dark
William Stafford -
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From The Dark Tower
Countee Cullen -
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In A Dark Time
Theodore Roethke -
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Gacela Of The Dark Death
Federico García Lorca -
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Childe Roland To The Dark Tower Came
Robert Browning -
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I Wake And Feel The Fell Of Dark
Gerard Manley Hopkins -
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To A Dark Moses
Lucille Clifton -
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We Grow Accustomed To The Dark
Emily Dickinson -
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Chant For Dark Hours
Dorothy Parker -
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Another Dark Lady
Edwin Arlington Robinson -
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Dark Dark Girl
kyle potter -
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The Dark Forest
Edward Thomas -
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My Soul Is Dark
George Gordon Byron -
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Under Her Dark Veil
Anna Akhmatova -
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Dark In Me
Brian Dorn -
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The Dark Girl's Rhyme
Dorothy Parker -
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The Bird With The Dark Plumes
Robinson Jeffers -
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The Dark Day
William Carlos Williams -
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The Dark Hills
Edwin Arlington Robinson -
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In The Dark Pine-Wood
James Joyce -
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Written Near A Port On A Dark Evening
Charlotte Smith -
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Behold, As Goblins Dark Of Mien
Robert Louis Stevenson -
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The Dark House
Siegfried Sassoon -
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The Dark Well
Ronald Stuart Thomas -
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Dark Mountains
Sandra Fowler -
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The Dark Hour
William Henry Davies -
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Not Quite Dark Yet
Yosa Buson -
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The Dark House
Edwin Arlington Robinson -
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That Dark Dweller In Braj
Mirabai -
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The Dark One Is Krishna
Mirabai -
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Dark Trinity
Robert William Service -
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Dark Poetic Mind
Uriah Hamilton -
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Dark Truth
Robert William Service -
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Dark Spring
Yvor Winters -
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When The Dark Comes Down
Lucy Maud Montgomery -
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Senlin: His Dark Origins
Conrad Potter Aiken -
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Dark Glasses
Robert William Service -
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Dark
farzana hossain -
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(e) 3 (Dark) The Dark Night
Renu Rakheja a.k.a Tranquil .. -
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And Here Comes Dark
Yasmin Rubayo -
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(e) 13 (Dark) This Is The End
Renu Rakheja a.k.a Tranquil .. -
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Lonely In The Dark
nouri black -
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(e) 10 (Dark) The Spiderweb
Renu Rakheja a.k.a Tranquil .. -
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(e) 6 (Dark) Inside My Love, Die! !
Renu Rakheja a.k.a Tranquil .. -
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The Dark Secret Borne
Joanne Monte -
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I See Thee Better—in The Dark
Emily Dickinson -
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The Dark Stag
Isabella Valancy Crawford -
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Dark Girl
Uriah Hamilton -
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Ah, Yesterday Was Dark And Drear
Mathilde Blind
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From The Dark Tower
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; Not everlastingly while others sleep Shall we beguile their limbs with mellow flute, Not always bend to some more subtle brute; We were not made to eternally weep. The night whose sable breast relieves the stark, White stars is no less lovely being dark, And there are buds that cannot bloom at all In light, but crumple, piteous, and fall; So in the dark we hide the heart that bleeds, And wait, and tend our agonizing seeds.
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Gacela Of The Dark Death
I want to sleep the dream of the apples, to withdraw from the tumult of cemetries. I want to sleep the dream of that child who wanted to cut his heart on the high seas. I don't want to hear again that the dead do not lose their blood, that the putrid mouth goes on asking for water. I don't want to learn of the tortures of the grass, nor of the moon with a serpent's mouth that labors before dawn. I want to sleep awhile, awhile, a minute, a century; but all must know that I have not died; that there is a stable of gold in my lips; that I am the small friend of the West wing; that I am the intense shadows of my tears. Cover me at dawn with a veil, because dawn will throw fistfuls of ants at me, and wet with hard water my shoes so that the pincers of the scorpion slide. For I want to sleep the dream of the apples, to learn a lament that will cleanse me to earth; for I want to live with that dark child who wanted to cut his heart on the high seas.
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In A Dark Time
In a dark time, the eye begins to see, I meet my shadow in the deepening shade; I hear my echo in the echoing wood-- A lord of nature weeping to a tree. I live between the heron and the wren, Beasts of the hill and serpents of the den. What's madness but nobility of soul At odds with circumstance? The day's on fire! I know the purity of pure despair, My shadow pinned against a sweating wall. That place among the rocks--is it a cave, Or a winding path? The edge is what I have. A steady storm of correspondences! A night flowing with birds, a ragged moon, And in broad day the midnight come again! A man goes far to find out what he is-- Death of the self in a long, tearless night, All natural shapes blazing unnatural light. Dark, dark my light, and darker my desire. My soul, like some heat-maddened summer fly, Keeps buzzing at the sill. Which I is I? A fallen man, I climb out of my fear. The mind enters itself, and God the mind, And one is One, free in the tearing wind.
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Traveling Through The Dark
Traveling through the dark I found a deer dead on the edge of the Wilson River road. It is usually best to roll them into the canyon: that road is narrow; to swerve might make more dead. By glow of the tail-light I stumbled back of the car and stood by the heap, a doe, a recent killing; she had stiffened already, almost cold. I dragged her off; she was large in the belly. My fingers touching her side brought me the reason-- her side was warm; her fawn lay there waiting, alive, still, never to be born. Beside that mountain road I hesitated. The car aimed ahead its lowered parking lights; under the hood purred the steady engine. I stood in the glare of the warm exhaust turning red; around our group I could hear the wilderness listen. I thought hard for us all--my only swerving--, then pushed her over the edge into the river.
" My life not their death
My death not their death"
Intriguing yet thought provoking poem. (Report) Reply
One of the best poems by Charles Bukowski....... (Report) Reply
A powerful and poignant write.
Liked the ultimate stanza. Thought provoking lines. (Report) Reply
my life not their death
my death not their death…touching expression with nice theme. Beautiful poem on Life (Report) Reply
" Like a flower in the dance" ! ! ! !
Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report) Reply
I must soon declare my own war on their war
I must hold to my last piece of ground
I must protect the small space I have made that has allowed me life
a very fine poem. tony (Report) Reply
Great poem. Thought provoking about life and death. (Report) Reply
my life not their death
my death not their death.../// great and sublime expression (Report) Reply
amazing i could never write like that woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow (Report) Reply
i love it keep making them even if their are bad comments (Report) Reply