Dark Onomatopoeia Poems

Softly murmuring, the river’s raspy voice
Settles my soul with its rumbling choice,
Rustling quietly beneath a glowing moon,
Splattered by the sound of the river’s rejoice

Light trickles...

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Forests at nightfall are scary to see;
not just dark forms- but loud sounds flowing free.
Far from at home, with cute puppy's bow-wow;
or from your kitten's...

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In what to me now seems like ages
I've only read some sundry pages;
Lord Byron, a Romantic poet, 
was a dark wit; you'd just know it.

But...

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Moving on into the night
I struggle with ideas,
Trying in desperation to fit words
To a subject I don't even understand

A train sounds its horn
A sound born...

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Off us two went, beneath the trees,
that crackled and snappled
in Autumn’s crisp breeze,
our wellies slish-sloshing through the pelting rain,
plip-plopping, plip-plopping
again and again.

The thunder it rumbled,
and...

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Light crashes sounds like brittle glass 
Slashes shards across my worn aching eyes 
The colors reak of deep rot like blues 
Creeping green burning acidic...

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What squashes Peace worse than War?
I feel the heavy quakes by the angry booms
Coming from left and right, behind and before.
Peace zooms off from all...

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My friends and I decided to go camping, 
So late at night we go went into a forest, 
We heard the howls of wolves far...

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Wretched fox, how you compel me to write!
I hate the way you scavenge, shriek and prowl,
Invading my mind through the humid night,
With calls that drown...

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Beyond the trembly weald to glassy glane
beneath the wooden breath where thoughts remain
'twas a harkened land called Wordingtane.

The Wizard of Words ruled this land
in grips...

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My soul is trapped, unable to get free.
Under the shattered pieces of my heart.
Darkness where inner light should be.
Without the light my soul will fall...

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Tuck into the public
private seclusion.

My aversion to inclusion
includes a stub, a tub,
a carelessly careful curation,
a velvet rope, a hint of hope,
a folding chair, softened and...

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Predawn stillness -

a rooster,                     ...

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You said I fell 
too hard too fast
My heart not healed 
from my wounded past

The angry words
The cruel remarks
another rejection
Alone in the dark

Tired of hurting
tired...

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(Walking Seven Steps)

Catching the last shot of the sunset sky
Even more rustier than before
Delayed my departure.
I asked my friends to go ahead 
And I would...

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