Where have all the Dark poets gone?

funny you should write on this DD was asking that question of myself recently perhaps we/I have tendencies and natures that tend toward the lighter side or is this avoidance Im not sure I do recall a few years ago being part of an amateur theatrical production where I had to play a very dark evil nasty character. Who totally repulsed everyone in the audience. It was a wonderful experience liberating, to be nasty and evil on stage. so much fun... indeed where have all the dark poets gone? Cheers M

Indeed, DD, great question and at first I was surprised and then I wasn't that only one person commented. I'm always reminded of the poem The Guest House by Rumi. We are all great actors on this stage of our lives. I impersonate myself quite well most of the time... and then I get too serious in my role and well... that's when shit happens. Rumi - Guest House This being human is a guest house Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor. Welcome and entertain them all! Even if they are a crowd of sorrows, who violently sweep your house empty of its furniture, still treat each guest honorably. He may be clearing you out for some new delight. The dark thought, the shame, the malice, meet them at the door laughing, and invite them in. Be grateful for whoever comes, because each has been sent as a guide from beyond. Now about the poem itself, DD...a high five! Coincidentally I've been writing dark stuff lately too (at least for me) and this evening I'll post one of my *vampire* ones. I did quite a few of those. I like to think my poems embody all my passions, strengths and weaknesses. All my alter-egos. All my sins of omission and commission. Thank you for writing and sharing, Anna "The plain man is familiar with blindness and deafness, and knows from his everyday experience that the look of things is influenced by his senses, but it never occurs to him to regard the whole world as a creation of his senses." ~ Ernst Mach

an extreme case of Deja Vu! It was so weird! I just posted a new dark one: Toys, a prose poem. :) 1.9: feed--> fed 2.6: Trace's--> Traces Kelsey

bothering Killer! There is no one to rampage with! His girl-friend Demona, has been on vacation, and there is nobody to play with. His little jaunt last night was nice, but he was disappointed that it was over so soon. He is thinking of having a party. Maybe you would like to come? Let's work on it. Great write, DD. You have awakened his nasty side, with lines like: I could read a dark and daring poetic write Curling my toes, feeling it deep in my gut Invading a realm of such wicked sights Where all the demented thoughts are shut We think you have hit it on the head, Julie. ~ Love ya, Killer and Gee.

My darkside pen has been busy this last couple of weeks I should have about six that should fit the bill for you loll loved the way this was done ... your writing in my opinion has gone from strength to strength theres been a change of late in your writing and I LOVE it ... as doc says Write on love and hugs JayCee x x x Quote:- It is a thousand times better to have common sense without education than to have education without common sense.---Robert Green Ingersoll

Great poem. If you are looking for dark poetry,I write allot of it. I also allow my Male alter ego, Eddy Styx to use my page for his dark poetry. Always, Cat

Suicide Bomber Ever since he could understand he witnessed terror and violence He saw people dying needlessly and always, he watched in silence. Broken dead bodies meant nothing as he saw these horrors each waking day Pictures of the dying lived in his head and still he had nothing to say. There's a picture of him on his mother's wall She cries for his soul every night When she saw the horror of his crime she shuddered at the horrific sight. He wrapped his body with explosives he drove without remorse to the mall Women, men, the children; he exploded and killed them all. The suicide bomber lay in pieces mingled with those he killed Some people could only stare in shock aghast at the blood he spilled. Rosina xena465

lol I love this. espically the lines now I languish, I am practically sick Feed-up with excess endless bullshit now I am going to have to work on something deep and dark :) great work

my dear. Just a little something to keep you sated ;) http://www.neopoet.com/node/38871