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Dangerous

Pay no attention to destroyer death.
He and all his hangers on 
and familiars many named,
are manifestly all the same.

A dangerous energy is death,
but there are enemies worse
who go by many names, 
thinking they enjoy hegemony,
are similar, but destroyers, all.

Dew on the Dark Wing

Once, I was a dew winged youth 
that must be why 
I delight in the way the wingèd 
carry yellow light with 
pollen, blossom, ink and dark 
dew dripped from the sun above. 

I love the dark, the passing shades 
of bats from out of graves, 
dung, beetle, and dirt dripped 
from graveyard and garden park, 
I must attract a different bird 
who swallowed the poisoned moon. 

Holes in the Sky

>>> black hole >>> Milky Way <<< white hole
|
| (wormhole)
|
( earth 
  anti cyclone 
     \\\ ///
     /// \\\
  cyclone )


Note: I’m not a physicist

Holes in the Sky

>>> black hole >>> Milky Way <<< white hole
|
| (wormhole)
|
( earth 
  anti cyclone 
     \\\ ///
     /// \\\
  cyclone )


Note: I’m not a physicist

Holes in the Sky

>>> black hole >>> Milky Way <<< white hole
|
| (wormhole)
|
( earth 
  anti cyclone 
     \\\ ///
     /// \\\
  cyclone )


Note: I’m not a physicist

Holes in the Sky

>>> black hole >>> Milky Way <<< white hole
|
| (wormhole)
|
( earth 
  anti cyclone 
     \\\ ///
     /// \\\
  cyclone )


Note: I’m not a physicist

🥀 Dark poetry doesn't begin and end with blood and graveyards.

Nightmare Poetry welcomes the gothic, supernatural, psychological darkness, grief, folklore, the uncanny and plenty more besides.

Two poems are selected each month for publication in the next Dark Descent.

✍️ Submit through the Dark Forum:
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🥀 Dark poetry doesn't begin and end with blood and graveyards.

Nightmare Poetry welcomes the gothic, supernatural, psychological darkness, grief, folklore, the uncanny and plenty more besides.

Two poems are selected each month for publication in the next Dark Descent.

✍️ Submit through the Dark Forum:
https://www.darkholmepublishing.uk/darkforum#thread/6a958070086a4e481f287d03

#DarkPoetry #HorrorPoetry #AmWriting #WritingCommunity

...
Finally I understand
The feelings of the few
Ashes and diamonds
Foe and friend
We were all equal
In the end

<https://youtu.be/P_m2CZU9vdk>

(A 2020 recording.)

#DarkPoetry
#PinkFloyd
#RogerWaters

...
Finally I understand
The feelings of the few
Ashes and diamonds
Foe and friend
We were all equal
In the end

<https://youtu.be/P_m2CZU9vdk>

(A 2020 recording.)

#DarkPoetry
#PinkFloyd
#RogerWaters

...
Finally I understand
The feelings of the few
Ashes and diamonds
Foe and friend
We were all equal
In the end

<https://youtu.be/P_m2CZU9vdk>

(A 2020 recording.)

#DarkPoetry
#PinkFloyd
#RogerWaters

...
Finally I understand
The feelings of the few
Ashes and diamonds
Foe and friend
We were all equal
In the end

<https://youtu.be/P_m2CZU9vdk>

(A 2020 recording.)

#DarkPoetry
#PinkFloyd
#RogerWaters

Two Suns in the Sunset
by Roger Waters

In my rearview mirror
The sun is going down
Sinking behind bridges in the road
I think of all the good things
That we have left undone
And I suffer premonitions
Confirm suspicions
Of the holocaust to come

The rusty wire that holds the cork that keeps the anger in
Gives way
And suddenly
It's day again
The sun is in the east
Even though the day is done
Two suns in the sunset
Could be the human race is run

(Pink Floyd, The Final Cut, 1982)

#DarkPoetry
#PinkFloyd
#RogerWaters

Two Suns in the Sunset
by Roger Waters

In my rearview mirror
The sun is going down
Sinking behind bridges in the road
I think of all the good things
That we have left undone
And I suffer premonitions
Confirm suspicions
Of the holocaust to come

The rusty wire that holds the cork that keeps the anger in
Gives way
And suddenly
It's day again
The sun is in the east
Even though the day is done
Two suns in the sunset
Could be the human race is run

(Pink Floyd, The Final Cut, 1982)

#DarkPoetry
#PinkFloyd
#RogerWaters

Two Suns in the Sunset
by Roger Waters

In my rearview mirror
The sun is going down
Sinking behind bridges in the road
I think of all the good things
That we have left undone
And I suffer premonitions
Confirm suspicions
Of the holocaust to come

The rusty wire that holds the cork that keeps the anger in
Gives way
And suddenly
It's day again
The sun is in the east
Even though the day is done
Two suns in the sunset
Could be the human race is run

(Pink Floyd, The Final Cut, 1982)

#DarkPoetry
#PinkFloyd
#RogerWaters

Two Suns in the Sunset
by Roger Waters

In my rearview mirror
The sun is going down
Sinking behind bridges in the road
I think of all the good things
That we have left undone
And I suffer premonitions
Confirm suspicions
Of the holocaust to come

The rusty wire that holds the cork that keeps the anger in
Gives way
And suddenly
It's day again
The sun is in the east
Even though the day is done
Two suns in the sunset
Could be the human race is run

(Pink Floyd, The Final Cut, 1982)

#DarkPoetry
#PinkFloyd
#RogerWaters

Monday Morning Musings

https://jlgang.wordpress.com/2026/09/14/monday-morning-musings-43/

Monday Morning Musings

https://jlgang.wordpress.com/2026/09/14/monday-morning-musings-43/

Monday Morning Musings

https://jlgang.wordpress.com/2026/09/14/monday-morning-musings-43/

Monday Morning Musings

https://jlgang.wordpress.com/2026/09/14/monday-morning-musings-43/

Mark you calendars! I'll be there with copies of Fear in Dust for sale. #darkpoetry #horror #horrorcommunity #horrorpoetry

Mark you calendars! I'll be there with copies of Fear in Dust for sale. #darkpoetry #horror #horrorcommunity #horrorpoetry

Mark you calendars! I'll be there with copies of Fear in Dust for sale. #darkpoetry #horror #horrorcommunity #horrorpoetry

#darkpoetry #poetry #horrorpoetry #hellraiser

#darkpoetry #poetry #horrorpoetry #hellraiser

✮ After-Dinner Breakfast ✮

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✮ Wick ✮

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✮ Razorblade Sundae ✮

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✮ Lady Green Sat on a Cob ✮

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✮ Long Way Down ✮

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Fearing Figments

everything is so soft
it seems as if you are floating
like a feather
lying on the air

the darkness rises slowly
you see a room before you
thinly lit with moonlight
a form materializes
out of the darkness

it is pale
pale as a ghost
a ghost!

you freeze
sweat dripping
down your face
you close your eyes

something soft touches your shoulder

you jump

you are falling
falling
falling

bump!

you hit something hard
your bedroom floor
you rebuke yourself

scared of your own pillow
and a shirt thrown over a chair

From the collection “Words at 16 (1983)”

Fearing Figments

everything is so soft
it seems as if you are floating
like a feather
lying on the air

the darkness rises slowly
you see a room before you
thinly lit with moonlight
a form materializes
out of the darkness

it is pale
pale as a ghost
a ghost!

you freeze
sweat dripping
down your face
you close your eyes

something soft touches your shoulder

you jump

you are falling
falling
falling

bump!

you hit something hard
your bedroom floor
you rebuke yourself

scared of your own pillow
and a shirt thrown over a chair

From the collection “Words at 16 (1983)”

Fearing Figments

everything is so soft
it seems as if you are floating
like a feather
lying on the air

the darkness rises slowly
you see a room before you
thinly lit with moonlight
a form materializes
out of the darkness

it is pale
pale as a ghost
a ghost!

you freeze
sweat dripping
down your face
you close your eyes

something soft touches your shoulder

you jump

you are falling
falling
falling

bump!

you hit something hard
your bedroom floor
you rebuke yourself

scared of your own pillow
and a shirt thrown over a chair

From the collection “Words at 16 (1983)”

glimpsing god

the heart pigment of
plundered poetry, decides
my soul is a glimpse 

a shrapnel of words 
until the day my 
mind is shattering 

my red rimmed eyes are 
seeding the secret soil
into solid earth

spider walking air 
paper laced into my hair
spins the silver sphere

the tall grasses poised
the birds dancing into
the rose horizon

spirit of the hours 
gradually I cast my prayers
into the river

in the sight of love 
I’m the clown ambassador 
salt the snow for stars 

many tongues and gods 
the melting water flowers 
in the morning steam 

wind blurs the blackbirds 
crying their mysterious 
glimpses of a god

glimpsing god

the heart pigment of
plundered poetry, decides
my soul is a glimpse 

a shrapnel of words 
until the day my 
mind is shattering 

my red rimmed eyes are 
seeding the secret soil
into solid earth

spider walking air 
paper laced into my hair
spins the silver sphere

the tall grasses poised
the birds dancing into
the rose horizon

spirit of the hours 
gradually I cast my prayers
into the river

in the sight of love 
I’m the clown ambassador 
salt the snow for stars 

many tongues and gods 
the melting water flowers 
in the morning steam 

wind blurs the blackbirds 
crying their mysterious 
glimpses of a god

glimpsing god

the heart pigment of
plundered poetry, decides
my soul is a glimpse 

a shrapnel of words 
until the day my 
mind is shattering 

my red rimmed eyes are 
seeding the secret soil
into solid earth

spider walking air 
paper laced into my hair
spins the silver sphere

the tall grasses poised
the birds dancing into
the rose horizon

spirit of the hours 
gradually I cast my prayers
into the river

in the sight of love 
I’m the clown ambassador 
salt the snow for stars 

many tongues and gods 
the melting water flowers 
in the morning steam 

wind blurs the blackbirds 
crying their mysterious 
glimpses of a god

glimpsing god

the heart pigment of
plundered poetry, decides
my soul is a glimpse 

a shrapnel of words 
until the day my 
mind is shattering 

my red rimmed eyes are 
seeding the secret soil
into solid earth

spider walking air 
paper laced into my hair
spins the silver sphere

the tall grasses poised
the birds dancing into
the rose horizon

spirit of the hours 
gradually I cast my prayers
into the river

in the sight of love 
I’m the clown ambassador 
salt the snow for stars 

many tongues and gods 
the melting water flowers 
in the morning steam 

wind blurs the blackbirds 
crying their mysterious 
glimpses of a god

Vengeful Woman

https://shahblog1.wordpress.com/2026/07/15/vengeful-woman/

The Lowest Bid

The Lowest Bid by Stewart Stafford

The sceptre is cast to the shivering sea
with divine ordinance, codes of chivalry.
A blinding vision of the fallen from on high,
New roving dregs with a scavenger’s eye.

Yield up the light, coax out the dying flame,
Punishment for crimes revokes your name.
Was freedom built on ancient delusion?
It persists as the architect’s cold conclusion.

The most degrading and painful descent
is the one to the lower “kingdom” crescent,
Shadow throne invoked by seditious implication.
Collusion not coercion, mummified by mediation.

Trust not the expedient offer, the beatific start —
They can only embalm the chasms of the heart.

© 2026 Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.

The Lowest Bid

The Lowest Bid by Stewart Stafford

The sceptre is cast to the shivering sea
with divine ordinance, codes of chivalry.
A blinding vision of the fallen from on high,
New roving dregs with a scavenger’s eye.

Yield up the light, coax out the dying flame,
Punishment for crimes revokes your name.
Was freedom built on ancient delusion?
It persists as the architect’s cold conclusion.

The most degrading and painful descent
is the one to the lower “kingdom” crescent,
Shadow throne invoked by seditious implication.
Collusion not coercion, mummified by mediation.

Trust not the expedient offer, the beatific start —
They can only embalm the chasms of the heart.

© 2026 Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.

The Lowest Bid

The Lowest Bid by Stewart Stafford

The sceptre is cast to the shivering sea
with divine ordinance, codes of chivalry.
A blinding vision of the fallen from on high,
New roving dregs with a scavenger’s eye.

Yield up the light, coax out the dying flame,
Punishment for crimes revokes your name.
Was freedom built on ancient delusion?
It persists as the architect’s cold conclusion.

The most degrading and painful descent
is the one to the lower “kingdom” crescent,
Shadow throne invoked by seditious implication.
Collusion not coercion, mummified by mediation.

Trust not the expedient offer, the beatific start —
They can only embalm the chasms of the heart.

© 2026 Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.

The Lowest Bid

The Lowest Bid by Stewart Stafford

The sceptre is cast to the shivering sea
with divine ordinance, codes of chivalry.
A blinding vision of the fallen from on high,
New roving dregs with a scavenger’s eye.

Yield up the light, coax out the dying flame,
Punishment for crimes revokes your name.
Was freedom built on ancient delusion?
It persists as the architect’s cold conclusion.

The most degrading and painful descent
is the one to the lower “kingdom” crescent,
Shadow throne invoked by seditious implication.
Collusion not coercion, mummified by mediation.

Trust not the expedient offer, the beatific start —
They can only embalm the chasms of the heart.

© 2026 Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.

My poem "Unhinged" was accepted for the June 2026 issue of Parcham Magazine.

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https://parchamonline.in/2026/07/09/june-2026-poetry/3/#unhinged-david-hershhorn

My poem "Unhinged" was accepted for the June 2026 issue of Parcham Magazine.

#darkpoetry #poetry

https://parchamonline.in/2026/07/09/june-2026-poetry/3/#unhinged-david-hershhorn

My poem "Unhinged" was accepted for the June 2026 issue of Parcham Magazine.

#darkpoetry #poetry

https://parchamonline.in/2026/07/09/june-2026-poetry/3/#unhinged-david-hershhorn

✮ An Ache That Pricks Even Thorns ✮

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Hex Wind

In the quiet Pennsylvania hollows,
winds gather o’er hex signed roofs.

Illustrations decorate the skin
burning effigies of buried sins.

A taste of pickled beets and blood
consumed as needful talismanic food.

Impossible as love conquering death
we rise from the graves of our beds.

Exhausted from excavating our grief
nothing but dread extinguishes belief.

Stop me from planting salt in your soil
death evaporates without spiritual toil.

✮ Fear ✮

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Black and Blue Ribbons

Cupid’s dart through the heart,
by a sentence stealer who wrote
poetry with bruise hued ribbons,
shining signs and a lifetime supply
of bowties and harpsichord drums.

Weightless work in the sea, a
fighter and fisher, a hunter of
human flowers, focused on the sole
surprised survivors of daylight,
papered over with sharp delights
and black and blue ribbon rites.

Black and Blue Ribbons

Cupid’s dart through the heart,
by a sentence stealer who wrote
poetry with bruise hued ribbons,
shining signs and a lifetime supply
of bowties and harpsichord drums.

Weightless work in the sea, a
fighter and fisher, a hunter of
human flowers, focused on the sole
surprised survivors of daylight,
papered over with sharp delights
and black and blue ribbon rites.

Black and Blue Ribbons

Cupid’s dart through the heart,
by a sentence stealer who wrote
poetry with bruise hued ribbons,
shining signs and a lifetime supply
of bowties and harpsichord drums.

Weightless work in the sea, a
fighter and fisher, a hunter of
human flowers, focused on the sole
surprised survivors of daylight,
papered over with sharp delights
and black and blue ribbon rites.

Bright Darkness

A bright darkness you see
freezing all hues said she
from a mouth you can’t
have thoroughly conceived.

Put me down as I’m no
longer made of bone and
bricks, just wood carved of
the rightful seed I’ve sown.

A kiss for me, to know every
mystery you imagined the
world contained, no longer
bright with stars that shine.

O darkness bright you see
freezing every hue said she
from my mouth you cannot
silence violence completely.