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Dark Love Poetry of love

Love

Dark Love Poetry of love.

I lose myself in your lies

Since you are gone you took my eyes

Every day I'm a blind man

Because your hand is not in my hand

Your lips were like a edge of knife

With last kiss you stole my life

With last touch you stole my soul

From that moment I started to fall

I fell I fell I fell

Is sad and dark here because I am in hell

In my life is always night

Come give me a hug to end this bad fight

I love you I love you I love

Why can't you love me too?

dark love

in the darkness

i want to kill.

you meant everything to me then

you mean nothing to me now.

in the darkness

i will

then you'll finally be sorry.

it's night

you're bright

that only makes you all the easier

to find.

ha ha ha

and i'm coming hard

he he he

and i'm coming fast

better wrap up your heart

and save it

ha ha ha

like it has a chance to last.

the thought of blood on lambs takes me over

the thought of love on my hands makes me older

holds me closer

and if i get out of control

i can listen to them say

just dose her.

then your dark love

comes on hard

and it comes on fast

replacing the want for murder

but in a swift and aching way

it gives me the cold shoulder.

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Re: Dark Love

Posted on: 17th April 2013 00:58am (modified 17th April 2013 1:00am)

I MET AN ANGEL - HIS WINGS WERE BLACK

a woman met a man

who pleased her

more and more

and the more he pleased her

the less passion

he showed

she went to the beauty parlour

and had herself

polished

till she

shone

golden brown

long black hair

hanging down

still Andre seemed less

pleased

but what she did not know

is that he only looked

at himself

in the swimming pool below

like narcissus

he was a strange flower

that she only later

would know

so Alison took measures

more severe

more weight she lost

and clothes she bought

with a purpose to endear

no matter what

she did

she did not see

the angel wings

he had

but his were black

and sorrowful

a purpose only to

take you to

where you would never return

and sing sweet songs to you

oh he mourned the passing

of each and every love

but each and every catching

took away

another lover

the lover, my lover

was the angel of death

a lover like no other

who you learn to respect

for harsh lessons he metes out

and if you do not obey

well, in the end

he takes you anyway.

poet

Anonymous

Re: Dark Love

Posted on: 17th April 2013 1:05am

THE DROWNING POOL

there is a pool outside of town

that people only

whisper

about

they call it

the drowning pool

and warn their children:

beware the pond

with its lilies and its frogs

it seems enchanted

in the most marvellous way

but many a child has

gone away

never to return

beware of the brokenhearted

for they are the first

to be lured

the tired

the sad

the despondent

have all ended up there

so for your own sake

do not go there

i have visited

the drowning pool

when you left me

and pondered the atmosphere there

it was heavy and hot and humid

cloying with a strange sweet scent

the vines on the trees touched the water

as a snake slowly lowered itself

and flicked its tongue

to lick the water

and survey the surface

for prey

we made love near the

drowning pool

in the abandoned mansion there

you told me you would love me forever

and never would i have a care

then you disappeared

without a word

slipped from one world to the next

and i was left

loving a ghost

a ghost that still felt wet

i have not forgotten

the pleasure palace that we made

inside that place in woods

how our imagination alone

created

a sumptuous palace of our own

my ring now lies

in the drowning pool

at the bottom

where no person has seen

i threw it there

instead of me

because i wanted

not to care

i stand mesmerized

by the sound of cicadas

as i stare at my own face

it looks back at me

as if to say

come here

and find your place

my place

what place?

where Ophelia drowned

there is still room

the water says

for another one

i shake my head

and turn away

when suddenly i feel

the serpent climbing

up my leg

and your embrace of steel.

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Re: Dark Love

Posted on: 17th April 2013 1:11am

Violent Release

Loving twisted, altruistic,

Feel her throat beneath my palm!

Hot and sweaty,

blueing skin,

feel her breathing slow as I stick it in!

Sliding lust, violent fornication,

hard to hear the scream underneath my fingers.

Pulse is slowing, all but knowing,

this could be the last she has.

Deep and stroking, violent release.

juices flowing, all but done,

I may just let this one go home!

As she thanks me for delivering her delight,

the Monkey fades, all is right..

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Jessica Jennifer Ashton

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Re: Dark Love

Posted on: 17th April 2013 1:40am

- An Alien Angel -

Based on true events from my life…

Near the Red Sea lies a desolation of sand…

Existing since before the early memory of man.

Within, lay an oasis of indescribable delights…

Created long ago, in a span of starless nights.

In the oasis lay ruins from an age before time,

Where an idol stood, so serene and sublime!

A goddess, carved in stone as red as blood…

With two owls, as survived the ancient Flood.

She held an ankh in one of her slender hands,

Her name was Lilith; she ruled the wild lands.

Today, her monument can no longer be found,

The oasis dried up leaving naught thus around.

But she, to whom that place was of old home,

Still, upon the wings of night is want to roam!

When I was sixteen, one cold autumn evening,

She came into my room, black eyes gleaming.

Her skin was pale as whitest bleached bone…

When through an open window she had flown,

To sit at the edge of the bed as I lay reading…

Staring at me with a gaze that held a meaning.

Her black hair tumbled down to her two feet…

I felt an ancient bond, when our eyes did meet.

Her raven wings enfolded me, so feathery soft,

As black as a raven’s, perched high in its’ loft.

I dropped my book and reached out my arms,

Surrendering, unto my vampire lover’s charms.

My first love, as she was the first woman made,

Before Adam cast her into the unwanted shade.

Into my arms, by those sands of the Red Sea…

Of old we made love, my dearest Lilith and me.

She was one of the few, who knew my name…

From when I was an angel with a soul of flame!

Oh, to think that some call her a devil’s whore!

My mother had seen her several nights before…

When my mother and I were a-walking in town.

At the time I did not see Lilith, so I did frown…

When my mother tried to describe an alien face!

She likened it to some woman from outer space.

Pale as the moon, with large pure black eyes…

So like a visitor from beyond those starry skies,

Which now rose outside my window that eve…

When Lilith came to claim me and did not leave.

An alien angel did lie with me in my own bed…

I was awake and alive in the arms of the undead.

And before the third hour past midnight’s chime,

She flew out the window, to some distant clime.

I spoke not a word to my family or to friends…

Of: how I gave in, to a demonic lady’s demands.

She did awaken something that slumbered long…

Within my soul, and she awakened it with a song.

She sang it low, so only I could hear the words…

Then I understood, enjoying all her alien comforts!

Lilith, who knew even the name of God, long lost,

And the secrets of Kobol, that did so dearly cost.

I: who walked on Mars when human life it bore…

Before the destruction of a planet between itself,

And Jupiter, sent asteroids that so savagely tore…

The atmosphere of the red planet, from its’ shelf.

The same rocky pieces that ended dinosaurs here,

On the Earth of another age I saw as crystal clear.

That year, she and another did open far my sight,

And though I walked in darkness, there was light!

Lilith had guided me along a path that I walk still,

I still think of her when the autumn air grows chill.

Look into the darkness! You will see my face, looking back into your eyes. All shall love me, and despair.

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Jessica Jennifer Ashton

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Re: Dark Love

Posted on: 17th April 2013 1:42am

- An Erotica of Eden -

There is no need to fear the flame, so embrace me as I desire!

Cast aside thy skirts and finery, that I may view thy nakedness.

Is such love a metaphor for the spirit revealed by a divine fire?

Then let us love like the gods: run thy hands across my dress…

And find delight between my thighs, as I ready myself for thee.

Let us dip our feet into the waters that wait to caress them soft,

The waters of passion, which lap and lick to set the spirit free…

Only for the heat of the moment to carry us ever so madly aloft!

Such is the moistness of a stolen kiss, from lips willing and wet.

My tongue laps against thy mouth, my teeth biting so playfully…

As we tumble at the foot of the Forbidden Tree without regret.

The sanctity of Eden’s gardens are remade by us, so blessedly,

So that God might be moved to blush by the fierceness of lust!

Thou dost divest me of my garments, as if opening a sweet gift.

I raise my rear, and into me I feel the pushing of thy first thrust,

Making me cry for wanting you bad, until naught to want is left.

In and out of me I feel thee throbbing hard and wet in thy sport,

One hand around my waist, the other reaching for my member!

I am pinioned, between two pleasures, as I beg three for more.

Thou hast me in thy power: and my love, thou shall remember!

Thrusting, grasping, in and out, and up and down, without end.

I moan for thee like a harlot and angels weep at what is done…

The roots of the tree that was blessed, our coupling does rend.

As thou dost climax, within me, the gardens burn like the sun…

Whilst thou hast caused my seed, to fall upon Eden’s carpeting.

Our flesh pours out its’ ecstasies like wine upon a sacred altar!

And Eden dies, as our sweat coats our bodies, ever glistening.

This is not the end of our love’s play, for we dare not so falter!

I lie upon my stomach, and thou dost fetch thy flagon of wine…

Pouring the blood-like nectar upon my skin, from neck to rear.

Thy lips lick it from me, but the pleasure is just as much mine…

For thy soul is entrapped by its’ thirst for me, drawing so near,

Unto damnation, and yet thou dost smile as if going to Paradise!

Through love thou art fallen, and we shall rise together in dawn.

I am thy addiction, I am thy craving, and I am thy favorite vice!

Thou are my lover, thou art the flame, which is unto me drawn.

Thy hands squeeze my buttocks, and I giggle like a mad child…

I turn unto my back, as I find myself grown hard and wet anew.

Take me again my darling, and in the taking be never too mild!

We have entire universes to defile, our madness to thusly ensue.

How many gardens were blighted by the power of our hunger?

I am the god and goddess of thy apostasy, thy angel and devil.

Pour thy wine, my Bacchus, and let Olympus rain its’ thunder!

We shall humble the gods, and cause them to worship our evil.

Let love be their downfall, let them rue the hour of my exiling…

As thy lips caress my hardness, licking and sucking with fervor!

Thy fingers do assist thee in these ministrations until I am smiling.

I rake my nails across thy body, marking thee as mine forever…

Thou dost not wince, even when I climax into thy tender mouth!

With this act completed we have nearly sealed the demon pact.

I dip my index finger into some of the wine flowing thus down…

From where it spilled from my flesh; and before thou can react,

I trace three sixes, upon thy lovely forehead, with my left hand.

Thou are forced to kneel before me, as I don again my clothes,

Whilst behind us there is no longer an Eden, only a wasteland…

Echoing with the cries of our love, wherever the wind so blows.

Come with me, my love, for we have other worlds to despoil…

And I have others gods and goddesses, to seduce to my cause!

Thou hast made love to a serpent, and felt that serpent’s coil…

Now thou art one thyself, entrapped by desire’s crimson claws.

Look into the darkness! You will see my face, looking back into your eyes. All shall love me, and despair.

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ldryad

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Re: Dark Love

Posted on: 17th April 2013 2:23am

Darkwish

Scrambled beams of moonlight

tortured lights on faces

with unbridled lustful delight

thirst hunger for pleasures

utmost unreachable desires

impossibility in wants

darkness reigned

Engorged tool,

a straight hard pole

rubbed and stroked to glistening

ebony,

all ready

to ram the door

of pleasure, moist and slippery

lapped...

mewls, moans, breathy screams

grabbed, groped, prodded

screamed invitations

Bucking to meet

the thunder of lusts

as hands tighten on the channels

where breathy screamy lusty

urging emanate...

pulsing, plunging

in and out

pleasure pole

plunged and plunged

in joyous abandon

Screams at last, the werewolf

in an agony of exquisite ecstasy

seeding the willing furrows

still and silent now

all desires and wants reached...

Laying supine on the cold floor

silk scarves on her ankles

bracelets her wrists...

silky love chain around her neck,

ecstasy in her eyes

blood on her lips

Satiated

forever

she breathes

no more

Ephesians 2:8-9 :For by grace are ye saved through faith not of works lest any man should boast.

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Anonymous

Re: Dark Love

Posted on: 17th April 2013 2:30am

Goddess of the Night and Quill

Muse, grant me voice...

I sing of a goddess, divine in quilled art

Whose words could woo the devil's black heart

From clouds, they say

She came with a storm

Whispering yearning melodies away

To caress her beloved and dearly-missed dawn

Evening claws pierced the fragile air

Painted a blue and sickening fair

She was the lady of the starry night

Who danced with angels, seeking her plight

Her voice was reason, shadowing beliefs

In ten hundred tounges she bled her calligraphy

A judge of fates for souls intertwined

She granted lovers art of patterned serpentine

Roses rush their bloom for her sensual consent

And vines rape their grapes until wine relents

With such devotion does the earth receive her

For who is she, but divine like Demeter

Lavished and dined on adoration

Her bountiful knowledge granted exception

When I came to her, fearing death

For what man would dare crave a goddess' hot breath?

"You stir at night for want of me"

She told me in lures telepathically

"And I long for your passion to ignite"

She caught me off guard and took to flight

I followed her lingering sweet-scented lust

As if she knew it so and beckoned me thus

Through rain and snow I persevered

To reach the red trail of her vaginal tears

O, muse, grant me fortune...

The goddess of the night and quill

She slumbered till midnight on crimson silk

I entered her castle, fortified by centuries of winter tears

And her eyes shot open revealed

She knew I was near...

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D_Poetic Engineer

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Re: Dark Love

Posted on: 17th April 2013 4:10pm

Your Death: My Death

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Your sharp tongues sliced through my heart

Numbed my senses and paralyzed my body

They deafened my ears until they bleed

If tongues could kill, I would be dead by now

I stared back at you with flaming eyes

They melted your tongues until they burned

Engulfed your whole body back to ashes

If eyes could kill, you would be dead by now

The deafening silence that ensued was eerie

The moon that was watching us left in a hurry

Nothing moved not even our shadows

If silence could kill, we would be dead by now

Dark as the night without the moon

What could be darker than LOVE

But love itself... without you

I prefer to die than lose you forever

Death comes in many forms sometimes uninvited

Leaves a trail of woes and a rainful of tears

Only death for sure could kill us both

For your death is my death and nothing more

IMAGINATION sets the goals...ENGINEERING achieves them. Blend them well and they become my POETRY!

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Re: Dark Love

Posted on: 17th April 2013 4:31pm

this is a good piece good job

Love is a wonderful lie but a cursed truth

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Re: Dark Love

Posted on: 17th April 2013 4:31pm

thanks for a great poem

Love is a wonderful lie but a cursed truth

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Re: Dark Love

Posted on: 17th April 2013 4:36pm

I love this Idea, I shall be back!

Look into my eyes and you decide if I'm a human being. My soul was ripped from me.

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Re: Dark Love

Posted on: 17th April 2013 4:39pm

okay good luck

Love is a wonderful lie but a cursed truth

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Re: Dark Love

Posted on: 18th April 2013 1:35am

GOTHINIA

I met her in the graveyard.

Sleeping in a tree.

Eyes electric blue light.

As cynical as me.

Scars upon her pale skin.

Forming poetry.

Hold me,please don't touch me.

We'll make each other bleed.

What is this feeling that becomes?

Seeing it's impossible to love...

Gothinia has brought to life my heart.

Though to do so...

She tore the rest of me apart.