Sad/Dark

The Tale of the Broken Knight and the Deceitful Harlot

Here’s a poem I decided to write about his weirdo of an ex. Can’t believe I didn’t notice it sooner.

Oh Seraphine, the harlot of the night,
Her beauty a mask, her soul a blight,
With a heart of stone and eyes so cold,
She sold her body for silver and gold.

My friend, a victim of her cruel games,
Manipulated, used, and left in shame,
His heart broken, his spirit crushed,
By Seraphine’s deceitful lust.

She stalked him in the shadows of the night,
Her presence a terror, her touch a blight,
She led him down a path of despair,
Leaving him with nothing but pain and fear.

Oh Seraphine, a creature of the dark,
Her actions leaving a permanent mark,
On the hearts of those she preys upon,
Leaving them with nothing but sorrow and gone.

A whore of the night, a devil in disguise,
Her beauty a lie, her soul full of lies,
May she find redemption before it’s too late,
Or forever suffer a lonely and cruel fate.

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Echoes of Loss in a Bleak World

Something he made in middle school

Created: November 19, 2017

In the depths of my heart, I feel
The weight of fate’s unyielding steel,
For life, in all its irony,
Offers no respite for the wearily.

Amidst the shadows of my strife,
I seek a glimmer of hope in life,
But hope, a fickle and distant star,
Seems forever beyond my reach, so far.

The world around me, once so bright,
Has lost its way in endless night,
Nature’s beauty now a memory,
Fading fast in man’s misery.

The wind, once a joyful tune,
Now whispers of grief and ruin,
A melancholy hymn to the sky,
As irony reigns and hope runs dry.

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The Lonely Altruist (lol)

So the owner is actually taking a break for now. I’ll be posting some of my stuff since he taught me. 

This poem I made this about him cause I wanna clown him for being the dumb shit he did today.

He walks alone amidst the crowds, 
A shadow in the light. 
His heart is pure, his goals are sound, 
Yet darkness fills his sight.

He toils for others day and night, 
His efforts never cease. 
But every step he takes, it seems, 
Brings hatred and unease.

For those he helps cannot see past 
The image that they hold, 
Of someone who appears to be 
An asshole, cruel and cold.

He bears the weight of their disdain, 
The burden of their scorn. 
For though his actions are well-meant,
They're met with bitter scorn.

And so he walks, a lonely man, 
With tears upon his face, 
Wondering if his noble deeds 
Are all a sad disgrace.

But still he soldiers on each day, 
Despite the pain and strife, 
For though the world may hate him now, 
He'll fight to save a life.

For in his heart there beats a hope, 
A light that will not die, 
That maybe one day they will see, 
And understand his why.
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The Perpetual Battle Within: A Soul’s Demise

Poem request by Gabs

Within my mind, a war doth rage,
As shadows cast upon life’s stage.
My thoughts like demons, they doth fight,
A battle fierce, a gruesome sight.

The swords they clash, the blood doth spill,
As good and evil war with will.
The light, it flickers, as darkness reigns,
And pain and sorrow, it doth sustain.

The voices echo, like screams of pain,
As the battle rages, with no gain.
The conscience, like a beacon bright,
Doth struggle ‘gainst the demons of the night.

But in the depths, the darkness creeps,
And the soul, it weeps, and the spirit sleeps.
The voice of reason, it fades away,
As the shadows, they take hold and sway.

A struggle fought, but never won,
The battle doth rage, till life is done.
For in this war, there is no light,
And the soul, it doth suffer in endless night.

So let the battle rage, let the darkness reign,
For there is no hope, no end to this pain.
The mind, a battlefield, a soul’s demise,
As the war within, forever lies.

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Conquering the Bleak: A Journey of Love and Hope

Poem request from Jacob

Created: April 1, 2o23

In the depths of my soul, a shadow lingers
A weight that drags me down and triggers
The memories of love lost and pain endured
And though I try to fight, I am not reassured

My heart beats with a melancholic tune
A haunting melody that plays until noon
And in the stillness of the night, I weep
As I struggle to hold on to hope and keep

The flames of passion that once burned bright
Now flicker and fade, like stars in the night
But I know that deep down, there is a spark
A glimmer of light that can pierce the dark

So I take a deep breath and try to find
The courage to leave the past behind
And as I embrace the unknown and new
I feel my spirit lifted, my heart renewed

For even in the midst of pain and strife
There is always the chance to start a new life
And though the road may be long and steep
I know that with hope, I can conquer the bleak.

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Deceit in the Trenches

Created: November 19, 2017

I am not upset that you lied to me
For lies are the currency of our age
But what cuts me to the core
Is the realization that I can never trust you again

The world is now darker, colder
A place where truth is a luxury
And love a rare commodity

You were my light, my anchor
But now I am lost at sea
Adrift in a sea of doubt and uncertainty

The shadows have grown longer
And the night seems never-ending
For the trust that was once between us
Is now shattered, beyond mending

You have taken something precious from me
And in its place, left only pain
The wound may heal, but the scar remains

So go, and take your lies with you
For I can no longer bear the weight of your deceit
I will find my way in the darkness
And leave you behind, incomplete.

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Dancing with Monsters

Created: April 4, 2023, 23:42

In the fight against the monsters within,
I fear that I may lose and let them win,
For the darkness lingers and whispers in my ear,
And I struggle to keep my sanity clear.

The abyss stares back at me with empty eyes,
And I wonder if I’ll succumb to its lies,
But I must remember to keep my heart pure,
And let the light within me continue to endure.

For if I become the monster that I fight,
Then what is the point of striving for what is right?
So I must be vigilant and stay true,
To the person I am and what I must do.

And when I find myself on the edge of the abyss,
I’ll throw roses in as a symbol of bliss,
For even in the darkness, I’ll find a way to thrive,
And show gratitude to the monster who did not survive.

For the struggles we face make us stronger in the end,
And through the darkness, we learn to comprehend,
That even in the midst of our deepest despair,
There is always hope, and love, and care.

So let us fight the monsters with all our might,
And remember that we must always shine our light,
For in the end, we’ll emerge victorious and free,
And throw roses into the abyss, saying “thank you” with glee.

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Madness Embraced

Poem request by Makayla

 

In the depths of the endless night,
The mind can wander to the darkest fright,
Where madness whispers in every ear,
And sanity is a forgotten memory dear.

For those who cling to their fragile mind,
And try to leave their worries behind,
Will find that the weight of reality,
Can lead them to a place of great futility.

The world can be a cruel and unforgiving place,
And the weight of its burdens can leave a trace,
Of despair and hopelessness in the soul,
A burden that can lead to the ultimate toll.

But those who embrace the madness deep inside,
And let it flow freely like an endless tide,
Will find that the world is a much different place,
A place of endless pain and infinite disgrace.

For though the darkness may seem to take hold,
And the bleakness of reality seems to unfold,
There is no light that shines within the heart,
No beacon that can guide us through the darkest part.

So let us embrace the madness and the pain,
And find a way to break free from the chain,
Of despair and hopelessness that holds us down,
And find a way to turn our bleakness into a crown.

For in the end, when our journey is done,
And the madness and darkness have finally won,
We can look back on our life with regret,
And know that we could not the demons forget.

And though our time on this earth may be brief,
We can leave behind a legacy of grief,
That those who dare to embrace the madness,
May find themselves lost in the endless sadness.

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Soul of the Shadow

Our thoughts are the shadows of our soul,
A reflection of the emotions that take their toll,
Always lurking in the depths of our mind,
A darker, emptier, and simpler kind.

For the feelings that we hold inside,
Are often too complex to be verbalized,
So we keep them locked away,
Afraid of what others might say.

But in the shadows of our thoughts,
We can let our true feelings be caught,
And though they may be dark and bleak,
It’s a release that we all seek.

For the weight of our emotions can be heavy to bear,
And the burden of them is often unfair,
So we turn to the shadows of our mind,
And let our thoughts be unconfined.

But even as we let our feelings out,
The darkness can still leave us in doubt,
As we struggle to make sense of it all,
And try to find our way to stand tall.

Yet, in the shadows, there’s still hope to be found,
A light that can lift us off the ground,
And though our thoughts may be empty and bare,
We can still find a way to repair.

For the shadows of our feelings may be dark,
But they’re a reminder of the human heart,
And the depth of emotions that we possess,
A testament to the strength of our tenderness.

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Way Forward

We each walk our own path in life,
With struggles, pain, and strife,
But the way we choose to navigate,
Is a choice that we must carefully contemplate.

For there is no right or wrong way,
No path that will lead us all to the same day,
And though we may feel lost and alone,
It’s a truth that we must come to own.

The world is full of uncertainty and doubt,
And sometimes the way ahead seems to be in drought,
But if we trust in ourselves and what we believe,
We can find a way to rise above and achieve.

Yet even as we strive towards our goal,
The road ahead may still take its toll,
And we may find ourselves lost and wandering,
Wondering if there’s any hope of conquering.

But in those moments of darkness and despair,
We must remember that life is not always fair,
And though the right way may not exist,
We can still find a way to persist.

For in the end, it’s not about the destination,
But the journey we take and the transformation,
That we undergo along the way,
As we learn and grow each and every day.

So let us each find our own way to be,
Embracing our own individuality,
And though the road ahead may be unknown,
We can find a way to make it our own.

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