Death came for me that night,
In the midst of my deep slumber.
He reacted to my lack of fright,
In a way that was rather somber.
Death seemed a bit austere,
As he asked for my final wish.
I couldn't help but be sincere,
Though my wish would soon tarnish.
A craving desire was raging within,
To see the love I could never grasp.
On our journey we would soon begin,
Yet behind me I heard a brief gasp.
My mother stumbled into this room,
That now bore an erratic chill.
Her suffering continued to bloom,
As she said goodbye against her will.
She embraced the limb, dead girl,
Whom rested on what was once my bed.
It was then my head began to swirl,
As these images consumed my head.
Behind her skull was a hollow hole,
With crimson blood slowly dripping.
Thus the Reaper took my soul,
For it is I that my mother's gripping.
I touched my head and felt the gap,
That I had caused that dreary night.
My death was far from any mishap,
For it was my willful, intimate delight.
Death reminded me of my wish,
So I uttered an unheard goodbye,
Leaving my mother in her anguish;
Grieving forever: An eternal cry.
Thus we traveled into the twilight,
Roaming the silent stone road.
I grew weary with a dulled sight,
As I felt my spirit slowly erode.
We reached the home of the one I adore,
And the previous incident seemed to vanish.
He was unaware of my feelings, therefore,
Visiting him was my final wish.
I wanted to tell him hello and goodbye,
And ask if he felt anything for me.
As I opened his door I began to cry,
For I began to feel rather dreary.
He released a foggy breath,
That blew into this cold tomb.
It was then he neared his death,
Here in his joyless room.
He kicked the chair from beneath him,
And he was hung far above the floor.
It was then the day turned grim,
For it had been a suicidal galore.
And on the floor there was a note,
A few words scrawled upon it.
I read the words that he had wrote,
His love for me, he feared to admit...
"I shall never kiss thou tender lips,
For she had taken her life and my love.
A taste of death shall be my final sip,
And this misery I shall rid myself of..."
I read the note with trembling hands,
Reflecting upon what we never had,
And now myself I no longer stand,
As I look to Death, but He seemed glad.
In the arms of Morpheus I now rest,
An eternal sleep, to never awake.
The dream of love was my final quest:
A doleful journey ending in heartache.
March 04, 2006
3:26 pm
Author notes
Please let me know what you think about this.
Comments always appreciated.
Enjoy.
Written March 4th, 2006
A contest entry
- Horror, Dark, and pain filled by The Dark Poet.
450 points, ended January 29, 25 entries
Honorable winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
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A truly evil poem
According to Author Notes:
You want us to ENJOY this!?
I am shivering cold and in pain
Hard to resist slashing my wrist
I'm going out bare in the rain
You must speak of some other poem
This one is killing me
I am now blind, and it is owing
To this poem that I no longer see
Now I'm down and all around
My death is closing in
Thanks to you I'm downward bound
Oh, oh, this is my end
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Wow...dark it was also emotional. Congrats on your honorable win!
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Constructive criticism? I'm all for it! However, yours was criticsm based on false information. I appreciated the comment, however, I did not appreciate the "Obvious spelling and grammar" comments. I was just pointing out to you how misleading your comment was. That's all.
I'm a published poet, I have written a novel, nearly 300 poems. I have been on this site much longer than you have been. I am an active member on this site, holding contests, commenting on poetry.
Again, Your comment was appreciated. I just don't appreciate misleading detail.
But again, You didn't answer my original question: Which words in my poem were misspelled?
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Also, I am a student at the University of Michigan. This poem was published as is in my school's literary magazine. I'm pretty sure that the #25th college in all of America has high standards in basic English. I am also sure they understand that poetry is about substance and expression more than anything else. -
im am speechless all i can say is
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Thank you so much. I am very proud of this poem. I entered it in a contest at the University of Michigan, where I am currently attending, and it was judged by English Professors there, well, I won and it is now published in my school's literary and fine arts magazine!
I was hoping that someone on AP found it as appealing as the professors at U of M did!
thank you for that chance.
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OMG this was so...................I'm speechless, I am grading these on 1-100 this time rather then 1-10 and both of yours are extremely high
Both got the same score so I'll have trouble deciding which one shall stay, this one was soooo eerie and almost sounded like Romeo and Juliet...very very specularrrrrr 
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Wow this was great. I agree with the walls have ears. Uh oh, has he found a winner already??? I liked it too though so... let the best man win. Keep up the good work and good luck!!
Soon to be queen, but for now still the...
Nubian Princess -
Wow, very good entry thank you! This meade me vary sad, but in a beautiful way. Great Write!
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wow... i really like this poem. its very well written! kudos to you!
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I loved this poem! I loved the detail and I am amazed at the length of it. Excellent poem, though dark poetry usually isn't my thing, I really enjoyed it.
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wow i thought this was a great poe and i agree w/ robert bolin it does have some Poe to it...great job best of luck to u in my contest
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This poem has Poe written all over it very powerful and the images were stunning brilliantly penned to the paper and beats my poetry by a mile thank you for allowing me to read your work..
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wow, this was a beautiful and sad poem, great great job. on the poe note, sometimes i think you almost have it, and then it runs away again, but even without that, it is still an *amazing* poem. good luck in the contest. great great great job.
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Oh man, I love this. Know why? The description of your Mother finding you. THat's what I want. That's what I love. Beauitful, terrible agony and disaster. This was very much enjoyable.
Amanda -
beautiful
WOW. that was amazing. you absolutely captured the spirit of Poe. I usually avoid "suicide" or "cutter" poems, because they are a dime a dozen, but this was original. I like the fact that it wasn't soley about your own pain, but it showed the results of a suicide, which is even more pain, especially on the ones you don't want to be in pain. very amazing poem. few people take the time to write about what happens beyond the moment, I very much like your work. -
Poe is my favorite poet! So, you caught my eye quickly hehe. Great job though. This is very dark like his but, happier in a way, unlike his. However, the emotion was very strong and the flow was easy but a bit intense. I liked this a lot. It was much more complex and interesting than I was expecting. Great Job!
Yours always,
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Hey Nada!
About the the stanzas, I had typed it out in Word, and not on AP so when I had posted it up it came out all weird, but I fixed it like the second after I posted it lol.
Thanks for reading!
Take Care,
x PatientGrace x
Jasmine
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great poem i liked it a lot. keep up the great work. love keisha check mine out sometime
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