Poems about Dark

• "Drew The Wrong Lever!"

  This was what the pointsman said,
  With both hands at his throbbing head:--

  by Alexander Anderson 24 lines, 3 comments
• The shiv'ring piano, foaming at the mouth

  The shiv'ring piano, foaming at the mouth,
  Will wrench you by its ravings, discompose you.

  by Boris Pasternak 12 lines, 3 comments
• Little Orphant Annie

  .  Little Orphant Annie's come to our house to stay,
      An' wash the cups an' saucers up, an' brush the crumbs aw

  by James Whitcomb Riley 47 lines, 14 comments
• The Death Of Santa Claus

  It was the night before the famous day
  When that befell of which I write. The house

  by Vincent Starrett 14 lines, 9 comments
• The Vampire Moon

  The vital vapors to absorb,
  The moon, with famished gaze,

  by John Bannister Tabb 12 lines
• Humility

  Nor Love nor Fate dare I accuse
  For that my love did me refuse,

  by Richard Brome 17 lines
• Oil And Blood

  IN tombs of gold and lapis lazuli
  Bodies of holy men and women exude

  by William Butler Yeats 6 lines, 3 comments
• The Murdered Traveller

  When spring, to woods and wastes around,
  Brought bloom and joy again,

  by William Cullen Bryant 36 lines, 2 comments
• Blind

  Again as in the desert way,
  Behold my guides--a cloud by day,

  by John Bannister Tabb 6 lines, 2 comments
• Poe's Purgatory

  All others rest; but I
  Dream-haunted lie—

  by John Bannister Tabb 23 lines, 3 comments
• The Hunters

  Six men went hunting, but only four returned.
  Two, in fact, hadn't returned.

  by Daniil Ivanovich Kharms 47 lines
• Windy Night (Haoyar Rat)

  Last night was thick with wind, a time of countless stars.
  All night long, a vast wind played within my mosquito net.

  by Jibanananda Das 43 lines, 1 comment
• Do You Forget, Enchantress?

  The Muses all are silent for your sake:
  While night and distance take

  by Clark Ashton Smith 16 lines, 1 comment
• Tintagel

  DEAD man! will you ride with me,
  As you rode that night of yore,

  by Muriel Stuart 20 lines
• Memorial Day

  The bugle echoes shrill and sweet,
  But not of war it sings today.

  by Alfred Joyce Kilmer 20 lines, 1 comment
• The Cats

  Babels of blocks to the high heavens towering
  Flames of futility swirling below;

  by Howard Phillips Lovecraft 24 lines, 1 comment
• Even in Slumber

  This separation cleaveth to the core. . . .
  Even in slumber I am fated

  by Clark Ashton Smith 9 lines
• A Dead City

  Twilight ascends the abandoned ramps of noon
  Within an ancient land, whose after-time

  by Clark Ashton Smith 14 lines
• Sonnet To Satan

  In darkroom of your eye the moonly mind
  somersaults to counterfeit eclipse;

  by Sylvia Plath 35 lines, 1 comment
• Christ Crucified

  Thy hands to give Thou canst not lift,
  Yet will Thy hand still giving be;

  by Richard Crashaw 9 lines
• Dead Love

  Dead love, by treason slain, lies stark,
  White as a dead stark-stricken dove:

  by Algernon Charles Swinburne 11 lines, 7 comments
• Ghosts In Deptford

  If ghosts should walk in Deptford, as very well they may,
  A man might find the night there more stirring than the day,

  by Cicely Fox Smith 53 lines
• The Maniac

  I saw them sitting in the shade;
  The long green vines hung over,

  by Ella Wheeler Wilcox 64 lines, 2 comments
• "Under the dark and piny steep"

  Under the dark and piny steep
  We watched the storm crash by:

  by William Watson 8 lines
• Atavism

  I was always afraid of Somes's Pond:
  Not the little pond, by which the willow stands,

  by Elinor Wylie 14 lines, 4 comments
• Dead Man

  Sap stirs near me, roots stretch and seize,
  Sundering stones.

  by Genevieve Taggard 10 lines, 8 comments
• Frost In The Air

  Winter put his shoulder
  To our door,

  by Genevieve Taggard 16 lines, 3 comments
• A Fragment

  They say that poison-sprinkled flowers
  Are sweeter in perfume

  by Adam Lindsay Gordon 16 lines, 7 comments
• Evil Influence

  'Tis not the violent hands alone that bring
  The curse, the ravage, and the downward doom,

  by George MacDonald 14 lines, 3 comments
• Helian

  In the spirit’s solitary hours
  It is lovely to walk in the sun

  by Georg Trakl 93 lines

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