The Poet Darkling
The Poet Darkling Poems
You're so often misunderstood
They don't listen, nor do they care
It makes you sad, it makes you mad
It makes you wanna pull your hair
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Laying here alone and lonely
My eyes are closed but I'm not sleeping
A cold wind blows through lace curtains
Out in the moonlight heartache's creeping
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The France I remember
Is the France I saw through your eyes
I kissed your lips of red
Under the cloudless, blue French sky
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I glance at the calendar
With anticipatory glee
I notice that its Tuesday,
The day you said you'd be with me
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I search for one to play my game,
To fall in Creepy Crawly's net
It cannot be just anyone,
She'll be unique, the one I get
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Dear Mom, I don't know if you'll get this
But I'm sending it anyway
It's been so long since I've seen your face
And there's a lot I have to say
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Staring in the mirror at the stranger that is me, I wonder to myself when exactly did I forget what it was to be a woman? I close my eyes and try to remember the feeling of my child suckling at my breast, but it eludes me…I have forgotten the pain of childbirth.
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I'm done sitting here waiting on you
I'm done expecting you to come through
I'm done with crying myself to sleep
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There's not enough darkness in all the world
To extinguish the light of your candle
A thousand others couldn't take your place
Nor could a thousand feet fill your sandal
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Darkness took over me long ago
When I first scratched the surface of love
Tumultuous waves of emotion
I could hardly hold my head above
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Empty shells and fluted wrappings
Left in a garish cardboard heart
Roses once beautiful and red
Hanging their heads, falling apart
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You act so casual
While you break my heart,
Tearing me apart
Then leaving me here to fend for myself
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Floating on the tears of a woman
Men approach the shores of life
Sons born with the sins of their father
And forgiven by his wife
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You call it the brutal truth
All these hatreds that you spew
You try to force on others
The faults that you find in you
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His name was Dennis Rader
He was a dog catcher by trade
But that was just a cover
For the more evil game he played
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Desperation, condemnation
A death defying leap of faith
Telephone call, balls to the wall
Are you an angel or a wraith?
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You rant and rave, rock and roll,
You'd sell your soul for the price of a kiss.
Picked up the pipe, put it down,
Would shoot yourself but you're afraid you'd miss.
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Another lie to join the rest
Broken promises to haunt me
Cruelly spoken words, said in jest
Deception used just to taunt me
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The Poet Darkling Biography
I was born a stain on my mother’s heart, a constant and unwanted reminder of a man she despised, ironically, at the end of ‘the summer of love”, and, in stark contrast to my ensuing life, under the sign of Libra, which is ruled by Venus, the Roman goddess of love, on September 29th 1967. I have lived an unimaginable life full of horror, abuse and atrocity, but it also held a lot of love and positive experience. It has taken me a lifetime to realize that the demons that haunt me are of my own making, and to take responsibility for my share of the disappointments I have had. I am at a place in my life where I may not yet be comfortable in my skin, but I'm learning to like it, and I'm growing emotionally, spiritually and mentally every day. You will find a lot of my work raw and intense, written with an 'in your face' attitude, not because that's a front I put up, but because that is ME. I'm honest and forthright and so is my poetry. But I have a big heart too, and I dole out my affection generously. I don't promise you'll like what you read, and that's ok...everyone to his own taste, but I do promise you that I have given every piece my 100% best effort, and I thank you for taking the time to read. Ever your fan, The Poet Darkling)
The Best Poem Of The Poet Darkling
Misunderstood
You're so often misunderstood
They don't listen, nor do they care
It makes you sad, it makes you mad
It makes you wanna pull your hair
Why don't they try to understand
Why don't they listen, can't they hear?
You always try to shine your light
Why can't they see you standing there?
You're so often misunderstood
You try to tell them how you feel
But they always turn a deaf ear
They don't care to help you heal
So you need to understand yourself
And only on yourself depend
‘cuz other people come and go
But you're with yourself till the end
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8/14/2026 3:54:19 AM # rel_20260813T193622Z_3aad590
Very Nice