The Day My Light Fails, a poem by The Dark Poet Byron

The Day My Light Fails

my life is a book on which my memories are written
everyday i take a page and briskly read through it
last night i lost myself in a tale that told my life.
there once was a beacon that i could follow through the night
a glimpse of a lady that could lead me through nocturnal life

in my pursuit of my purpose, the simple beacon fell away
with the loss of this light my dreams just seemed to die
i cannot get it back and for that i gave my life
the poet had to give in to the darkness growing inside

his light just slipped away and it buried him in turn
this nameless faceless beauty that just robbed him of his soul
the days now just pass by as he mimics living life

he simply cant escape
he is a prisoner of his mind

An Original Poem By The Dark Poet Byron

A broken Life, A Poem By The Dark Poet Byron

How do u measure a lifetime of dreams
with heart and soul lost in autumn fields

a life in dreams a futile quest
lost forever in seas of regret
This dark poet marches agaisnt the armys of fate

a prisoner of life, and a soldier of fate
the poet escapes to the cell in his head
safe from the silence that haunts his fallen mind

so how do you measure the worth of a life?
lost in translation, a poets darkned mind.
so he writes to save his broken life
and to teach others his chosen style

He longs to forgive his broken dreams
and alow himself to be free.

An Original Dark Poet Poem
The Dark Poet Byron

The Last March of a Dark Poet, By Byron Coetzee

I looked inside and saw the truth
the truth is that i have no soul
black as night this poet's heart
no shield of armour to gaurd his heart

he now feels nothing, no sence of worth
Its strange he feels no pain anymore
he now has peace and thats his truth

that the pain he feels will soon be gone
he cannot change his chosen fate
or bring back the love that changed his life

he does not feel and thats his curse
To never ever feel his soul
he cannot sleep and thats his curse

to be reminded of his joke
the simple hings he meant to say
as simple as to say goodbye

he has no feelings none at all
so off to bed this poet goes
never to feel anything but alone

The Last March of a Dark Poet

What does it mean To Be Alive? A poem By The Dark Poet Byron

What does it mean to be alive?
I ask myself everyday
Wondering if I’m already dead,
If this is the hell that I have sought

Yes, this is hell, to forever be so trapped
Gone with the wind
I am prisoner shackled with chains.

Nightmares fear and regret
There is no rest for a wicked heart
No sombre silence for those who are cursed
No candle vigil for those without regret

It is anger, which gives me strength
Anguish that grants me power
Fear that gives me wings
In the face of endless dreams

My eyes a shade of black
My heart a shard of ice
My soul a hollow shell

I am the darkness in your heart
A nameless fear corrupting souls
I am the black leviathan
And shadows rule my world…

A poem By The Dark Poet, Byron
Incoherent thoughts that are bombarded in my brain. This life I hold together is a lie I tell myself. Look at your life and pick apart the seams. Those scars remain the same….

Yellow Brick Road, A Poem By The Dark Poet Byron

Yellow Brick Road

The worst choice I made
Was the day I said goodbye
When all my time was spent
And I made my choice to die

When I chose to take my life
There was a voice inside my head
A whisper from the past
A lost person from afar

I have stared into the darkness
Of this fallen poets life
I walked my yellow brick road
To find the meaning in my life

I made promises before
To take the darkness from her soul
In my heart I know that’s wrong
And in turn I lost my girl

In my life I walked this road
To find reasons for my life
I have answers to my questions
But more darkness seeped inside

So I say my final words
And in turn I say goodbye
This world has left me cold
So in turn I choose to die.

A Dark Poem by a Dark Poet
Affliction is a curse. So I teach by using words. I try to spare you from my pain, but my words are not yet spent. As you look upon my affliction. As you follow in my rhymes. You look at this dark poet. Who is always wondering why. You see his death is an illusion carefully scripted after his life.
There is no purpose in his situation so he teaches using rhymes.
So reflect on my words and its meaning in ur eyes. Take with it a story of a darkened poets life. I have seen it all and done it all I made it to this point.
You see a man is not a man, till you see him as himself. That is the reflection of this fallen man’s life. I do not seek forgiveness or a touch of comforting, this is not the reason that my words are written here.
This is the story of a man who lived his life on a bleeding edge. In the end there is only death, in the end there is regret. No secretes I have left, I’m laying myself bare.

The Butterfly Effect, a poem by The Dark Poet Byron

The Butterfly Effect

In this journal I have written
Lies the story of my life
These yellow tattered pages
Carry meaning in my life

The butterfly effect
This chaos theory rules my world
With my words I stole her heart
With my touch I lit her eyes

You see a butterfly flaps its wings
And a storm breeds in its wake
My life’s a total mess and
I finally understand

That when she became a butterfly
And simply flew away
She left my heart empty and
My life’s a perfect storm

But as I said I understand
And my words just drift away.
I couldn’t save her life
So I’m doomed to say goodbye

A poem by the Dark Poet Byron

Sometimes the only thing you can do is set them free.
These are my words. My heart, my soul.

Death Comes For the Dark Poet, By Byron Coetzee

Death Comes For The Dark Poet

I am that which lurks in the hearts of men
that shadowing darkness that breeds in men
I do not feel and thats my curse

To forever be trapped in gilded verse
you see I'm so much more than this
a sombre heart in a shadow verse

So i recall my darkened dreams
and find within my memories
I cant escape and thats the curse
to be forever bound to verse

So now i lay myself to sleep
and wish that death would come for me
to find the peace thats eluded me
i give myself up willingly

so come for me my darkened soul
and end this torment in my soul
so i will finally escape
and find my way to the realm of light.

A Poem By The Dark Poet
Tormented by guilt. Bound to my fate. I walk in shadows with no heart of my own. that is what it means to be alone. death for the reaper as he comes for my soul. I have nothing else to give. Except my life....

Never a right time to say goodbye, A Poem By The Dark Poet Byron

Never A Right Time To Say Goodbye

I wish i had the words to say
why it is i am this way
I wish that i could understand
why my soul was born so black

So i now march in a black parade
to find a way to save myself
i cant escape, i'm chained up tight
forever trapped inside my head

I want to run
I want to feel
but it now seems
its not for me

So i will burn
in scorching flames
a fallen soul in hell's embrace.

A poem By The Dark Poet Byron
I cant escape this life i leed, even death wont come for me
so i must now accept my fate, i cannot change my chosen life
So i am here and thats my curse
To be forever trapped by verse.....

Eulogy Of A Dark Poet, By The Dark Poet Byron

Eulogy Of a Dark Poet

Many years i have survived
fighting for my right to write
but now i see the truth of things
that all i am will disappear

You may wonder why i changed
why my rhymes no longer feel
but all i was has died away
and all thats left is just my name

The man that was has gone away
I do not fight to save myself
I have no words to change the stars
so now i write these final words

and say goodbye to my cruel world.
and find the rest for my weary soul
there is no heart inside this shell
for in its state it has no beat

So i will lay down in the ground
and tell the story of my life
of all i was and dreamed to be
but its nothing more than my memories...

A final Poem By The Dark Poet Byron.
I'm so tired, I dnt want to stay awake anymore.
I'm ready for it, that final darkness. just let me be free...
Free of my eternal misery in this shell i call my life.
Just let me die for heavens sake, I'm begging you, just let me die....

Heaven, A Poem By The Dark Poet Byron

Heaven
I have lived a dozen lives as this poet born of rhymes
I have walked a darkened road like a shadow in the night
But when this lady came and burned the darkness from the rhymes
Such a lady born of happiness that brightened up my eyes

How could I do her justice with these words that I have spun
How could i ever simply tell her she brings the meaning to my life
In all the time that i have known her I have never felt regret.
That no matter what had happened i had always felt the same
That If i died tomorrow i would be smiling in my grave
Because i had the chance to love her in this poet's simple way.

You see I could not understand till i saw her as she was
Beautiful and fragile with a glowing beating heart
I have never took the time to tell her how she made me feel
that she will always be the one to walk this poet's darkened dreams.
So with that i seal my words with the light of heavens grace
You will always have my words and this heart if it still beats
The Dark Poet Byron

Thoughts and Reflections

Random Chance
I had a moment in my life
A time I thought I'd never die
But i was wrong and now i see
The truth of things has beckoned me
I stared at it, this chosen life
Trying to see her darkened mind
But i didnt think i'd are so much
to tell her that she is so loved
But now i see the truth of things
A random chance is all i want
So i will wait and understand
But when she's gone its only me
The pain i feel will drift away and all I'll feel is misery
But theres no song for my broken dreams
so with these words i take my life....
A Poem By The Dark Poet Byron

Memories I have written
I long to feel the way i did
So long ago i killed my dreams
I gave up that which i loved most
To set her free in a world so dark
But i have stood for the war with fate, forever trapped by broken dreams
But in this war i found myself.
A darkened lord of crimson life
You dare to ask the truth of me?
The reasons for these shadowed dreams
I gave up that which i loved most
To find the peace that i had lost
So with my death I'll fade away
To never feel alone again
So in this verse i meet my end
The dark poet is finally dead.
A poem By The Dark Poet Byron

When I'm gone
As the light begins to fade on the day i meet my end.
I am drawn to say these words i have written for my grave
I have lived to save the lives of these people in my rhymes
But with that i lost myself so in turn i want to die
So when I'm dead the world will see
these simple words that you now see
I had always cared so much
But in turn i had to bleed
I'm tired of this pain and the guilt that i have felt
so i ntime i'l lsay goodbye to all the people i nmy life
So with this i say farewell as my mind begins to fade
I am dead and i'm gone
and all my thoughts will drown away
So with that i gave my heart away
and shed the blood that lines my grave...
A Poem By The Dark Poet Byron

The Diary Of Jane. A poem By The Dark Poet Byron

The Diary Of Jane

Sorrow is a sombre kiss,
when your bound to Jane's embrace
a fallen soul of epic pain
that’s sealed away in frozen tears

I am lost in it
This diary of jane's
It steals my soul and
haunts my brain
Its cryptic words
that drowns my heart


With tales of love and broken pain
For she is but a shallow girl
Never bound to one such soul
And as she walked her path of life
In these pages she did write

So in this poem of fallen jane
With broken heart and sobre name
her diary burns and She wil change
For In her heart she'll break her chains
And free herself from deaths embrace.

The Dark Poet Byron

The Truth in Breathless words. The Mind of a Dark Poet

He was chosen is consumed. He does not see the truth only the words he choses to share with the world. I am a man. a friend. A shadow and the truth. see how many things i can bind with my verse, for i am thought that has crept in your mind. a voiceless ageless presence of life. Do not mistake this for a poem built of verse, these are my words i want to share with the world. As rappers like to tell us it is hard growing up. Losing your friends and living in this life. But we are the genaration that was built for the kill. To make a chnage i nthis world that is ruled by our fears. I am a dark poet a voice i nthe dark. The shadow of hope that has burned all my life. I do not feel fear or the pain of this life. i have buried my guilt and now march for my life. i nthis war we call life with our words that we hide. scream them out loud and you'll see they wont die. So for that i am breathless. A martyr of life. A soldier of fate and the devil in disguise. With these words i speak the truth and i bind them in rhymes. That is what it means to be poet of night. so take up my words and let them creep in your mind. We are totally bretahless and screaming inside.
shadows of verse
The Dark Poet
Byron

The Dary Of Dark Poet, The Beginning. Part 1

The Dairy of a Dark Poet part one

Many a night i lay awake trying to understand what made this way. I cried through those blackened nights as a boy. Never understanding why i carried such pain. I was a never the same. Never the same again. The night when my world came to an end.
I was 15 years old when my darkness began and in that fateless house it was the beginning of the end. Shadows loomed in the endless night, as darkness fell in the flouresent light. In my room there was silence, no whispers of the wind. The hallway was silent, i drifted away. As shadows crept closer i faded away. Deep into slumber in this place i called my bed.
It was deep in the night when the cold filled my bed. A shiver of silence. Just crushing of air.
I didnt understand why my body couldnt move, why there was silence with this orb in the room. Bright as a star, but infinitly dark. This body of light shone right through my soul. The voice filled the room like the crash of a wave. A defeni ng roar that was followed by pain. The strength of the tone cut right through my clothes. Seering my chest with the mark of the damned.
666 was the number of the beast. It burned in my chest with the heat of a flame. I tried to scream out but my voice was stolen away. Nothing but silence in this tomb of my room. It called out again and the pain but increased, asking me questions i didnt understand. Then the light went away and a blade pierced my side. A trickle of blood and the light seemed to go out. In the gloom of my room a dark figuire emerged. A siren of beauty with death on her tounge. She pushed the blade deeper and light caught her eyes. Her pale white skin and that stare built of ice. She asked me the question, Was i a man or a mouse. Would i be willing to die. Or would i stand up and fight. At 15 years old i had no words for my pain. This shadow struck quickly with no warning or shame.
I buried my pain and i cried out in anger. Why would i die when you try to strike me down. She looked at me blankly. Almost curious it seemed. This 15 year old boy just struck back at this dame. The blade was withdrawn and her wings seemed to move. She looked at me intently without making a move. She suddenly came closer. Without blinking she moved. She hovered above me and whispered this news. You will die simple poet with those words you have chosen. Darkness will fill you from the wounds i have sown. Drift away to sleep, my master will come for you. Know that you were marked to bare the pain of this world. You would stand agaisnt the darkness in this shadow of this room. Then you will die alone within it and i will leave here with your soul.
I stared back at this demon with no blood left in my eyes. Then my conciousness was lost and only darkness filled my eyes. When i awoke there was sunshine and the morning light had come. I had survived the demon's encounter but her words would never die. I was marked by a shadowed angel wearing wings dark as night. A blade that shone of silver but was born of tears of blood.
So it was written so it was played out. This was the birth of the walker of the night.
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust. This is the path that has lead me to these words , follow with in them to see the battles i have fought. For i am the Dark Poet, The eternal voice of the damned.... to be continued in the next installment.

The Diary Of a Dark Poet, Part 2 The Awakening

The Diary Of The Dark Poet Part two.
This story continued and days became nights, hour after hour i battled my mind. Born into sorrow and cursed by that thing. I slept in the day so that i could remain. As evening crept closer, the cold fills my veins. A shadow of terror never baring a name. This harpy of death that had given my name. As midnight grew closer i sat in the light, preparing my wits for those cold lonely nights.
At 2 it was silent, not a creek at the door. But knowing my house there was so much in store. As my family became settled my night had begun. In watches of the darkness a shadow has come. I hear it approach as it echos down the hall. The footsteps are deep as it enters my door. My breath becomes silent, no air fills my lungs. The Lord of the Darkness has come for his son. He wraps at my windows and screams through my walls. Driving me crazy with sounds of the damnd. He bekons me closer and calls out my name. Poet of shadow, it is you that i claim. I regain my voice and i scream out in fear. You come to take me demon but my answers the same. Go back to the shadows and haunt me no more.
Death will not take me as you stand i nmy door. You think you can scare me me with the cries of the dead. That i'd fall to me knees and so that i could be claimed. I am the darkness that swells from your heart. I am the one you've been searching for. But you cannot take what is already dead. This shell is a coil that i will simply shed. Try if you want but attempt and you'll fail. He who is darkness could never be claimed.
The Shadows grow darker and pain fills my wounds. The cut marks are fresh from the sword of the doomed. I gather my strength and face down this threat, i chant out a spell and i bind him in place. The verses are fluid and attack him with grace, it rips through his shell like a knife through a cake.
My power flows freely and strike him again. He doesnt have a chance as i drive him away. The shadow is lifted and blood fills my face. My hinges on cupboards are ripped off again. The force of the darkness consumed in my flames.
The one who is many is bound in his place. Ready to battle this poet again.
But i'm the Dark soldier, with my words and my spells
On this battleground of life burns the war that i fight.
If in time my blood is spilt and they lay me down to rest, Know shadowed words were the legacy i had left.
To be continued.

The Dark Poet Byron

When a soldier falls, words i needed to say...

When a Soldier Falls

When a soldier falls
his heart has died
and all he loved is sacrificed
but with his passing
poeple mourn
and talk about this fallen soul

but in this pain there is regret
and longing eyes and tears of fret
for if he made it through his life
where would he be in tear filled eyes

When a soldier dies, his soul is gone
a hollow shell of crimson bone
And as inferno takes his flesh
he is guided by their prayers

So this soldier burns in hell
Forever scorned by those he loved.
He died protecting what he loved
But by one bullet the lights went out

So he fell and met his end
All thats remembered is his name
A man who stood for a cause he loved
a broken man who died for love.

The Dark Poet Byron

I have looked at my life and saw it play out like a movie on a reel. I'm sorry for everything I have done in my life. For all I couldnt change.
For being human and making mistakes. For not being able to be the man i wish i was. For not being able to see how much i miss you...
For wishing i wasnt me or even looked like me. To be someone even i could be proud of. For wanting to go back to that moment and relive it again, just one last time.
I'm sorry for saying these words because they hurt me to say them. I'm truly sorry for being Byron.

The Love of my life, A Love poem by the Dark Poet Byron

Sunlight falls on shattered dreams
As tears of blood have gone from me
No longer pain infests my heart
For I have found my only one

And as I stand on wind swept sand
I feel her touch caress my hand
I think of all the time we’ll spent
Wrapped up tight in loves romance

I’m caught in it, this love swept dream
So lost in it I cant escape
This love has cast my guilt from me
And saved this man from endless sleep

So now I stand in heart filled love
And give myself to one I love
For all of me belongs to her
With heart and soul
And shadows words.
The Dark Poet Byron.
Someday I will understand why I have waited so long, Someday I will find the lady this poem is meant for

Forever trapped in Dreams, A Poem By The Dark Poet

If solitude is silence will it bind me to my fate
caught up in this web of the life that i have lead
Forever trapped in dreams as my life begins to fade
a man that knows no fear of the place that is his end

i am cursed and i am broken and theres nothing i can do
as light now turns to darkness i have made my peace with you
I have severed all my bonds and drift away with you
as my mortal coil is shed and my soul begins ascent

I am drifting through a dream for which i wish there is no end
In the shadows there is beauty that only light can wash away
In my dream i give my soul to the angel of my life
and bind it to her fate as my body seems to die

As my love begins to weep as my body turns to ash
The rose that she is holding is the symbol of my life
Forever trapped in dreams as the world begins to fade
My lady's darkened Poet says goodbye to whom he loves

as the tears that fill her eyes tell the story of our lives
This poet's only comfort is love that still resides..

A Poem by The Dark Poet Byron
I have lost all that i hold dear, except my dreams,
I now look towards the future. Maby this path that i have walked will end. Like a midsummer's dream...
Urs in faith and in love.
Goodbye my lover, i miss you everyday..

The Reason, A poem By The Dark Poet Byron

The Reason

I have often pondered the reason
The reason for my life
So simple in it simplicity
The meaning to my life

Was there a reason for my pain?
Or a purpose to my lies
Are the sacrifices made?
Enough to save my life

In my darkness I found light
And in my fear I found content
In my solitude is peace
And I no longer feel regret.

So I have often pondered the reason
The choices I have made
To give up that which I love most
Just to see her smile again.

You may ask me for the reason
An account of days gone by
Such a words are simply fickle
Or simply secretes I must disguise

So I take leave of my given life
And retire to the night
For I am the one who is many
A lord of eternal night

A poem by
The Dark Poet Byron
Some secrets are best kept hidden, some truths concealed from light. In my shadows there is life. Which no one can understand. So I'll walk this path of shadow and be bound for the sake of love.
Dedicated to the memory of one who is lost. The Mistress Of my passion.

A Simple Man's Words, a original poem by the Dark Poet, Byron

I once believed in fate
That a destiny guided my life
I once believed in a purpose
An order to my life

But this simple man’s words are the truth he must accept
In my words I found my curse
That all this worldly beauty comes at a cost
Hidden under illusion, my poetic darkened words

That this beauty that I sought is an illusion of my thoughts
Because its time to face the truth
That a poet born from darkness
Simply cannot be with her
The angel that has danced
Through my blackness of my twisted soul

I once believed in fate, the greater meaning of my sins
That my words had a hidden purpose to the symmetry of life
But the truths a hollow tipped bullet
In the chamber of this gun

Romantic notions of a poet are simply illusions he has spun
To live in his dream world, in a prison he is now.
Cursed for his sins and a voice for the sorrows of a thousand broken lives
The time I spent in the cells of that place
The cool air drawing in through those solid steel gates

There is no freedom in this portrait, this artistic vision of our lives
Just a cold stark reality that contradicts the beauties of life
I am not a prophet or a dreamer in a shell
I have a story of dreamer that is a lesson in itself
Because a life in illusion is a futile quest
To be cursed forever in a sea of regret

A poem by The Dark Poet Byron

The Day My Light Fails, a poem by The Dark Poet Byron

The Day My Light Fails

my life is a book on which my memories are written
everyday i take a page and briskly read through it
last night i lost myself in a tale that told my life.
there once was a beacon that i could follow through the night
a glimpse of a lady that could lead me through nocturnal life

in my pursuit of my purpose, the simple beacon fell away
with the loss of this light my dreams just seemed to die
i cannot get it back and for that i gave my life
the poet had to give in to the darkness growing inside

his light just slipped away and it buried him in turn
this nameless faceless beauty that just robbed him of his soul
the days now just pass by as he mimics living life

he simply cant escape
he is a prisoner of his mind

An Original Poem By The Dark Poet Byron

Rose Petals, A Poem By The Dark Poet Byron

Sunlight falls on autumn fields
As I walk inside in my dreams
A dozen roses fill my arms and
All of these are for my love

As petals fall from burdened hands
I carry it to loves embrace
And as I pass through shadowed dreams
And autumn fields begin to fade

I face the darkness of my dreams
And face the pain inside of me.
For in my arms no roses live
And love is gone like burning fields

As I am bound to shadowed grief
And face this world alone again
My red rose petals wilt and die
And tear my heart in sacrifice
for there's a grave inside my dreams
And roses grow from memory.

A Poem, By The Dark Poet Byron

Rebirth a Life poem by the Dark Poet Byron

My heart has lived a thousand dreams
and all of them are memories
i have felt the world stand still
and begged for breath as souls had merged

For in my life I've known rebirth
a song of sorrow a song of hope
and as my life begins again
i find the strength to stand again

For in my heart i have rebirth
I live to see my world rebuilt
For i will grow to love again
and build my trust in life again

Cause all i wanted was one chance
to show the world my soul again
so i will stand with with whirlwind smiles
and build a man you cant deny

until the day this time is spent
and in my wake remains success
so i can dream of things to come
like vaunted dreams and truthful love

For i was once a broken man
but he is gone and i remain
So Byron random stands alone
But he's okay, he'll change the world

So in my time of true rebirth
i'll always make it on my own
For i have lived a heart felt dream
and share my thoughts and heartfelt verse.

Byron The Dark Poet
Its time to build more success out of broken dreams. What i will leave behind is something to be truly proud of:) I feel hopeful, hungering for more. I wanna achieve my dream of building my own successful business:) I wanna be able to say i changed the world in my small way:) So here i go on my new path. Lets see where it takes me:)
If your reading this thanks. I hope u liked it.
I hope it gives some inspiration if your feeling down. If i can beat a depression anyone can:)

A eulogy for those who left us.... a poem by the Dark Poet Byron

Some will say that it will pass
that pain will go and hearts will mend
but within time we'll see the truth
and find a way to feel renewed

So death has come to one we loved
and taken forth her earthly shell
For we who stand
with tears that shed

remember with, the times we spent
A man of words, is at a loss
For he cant die, but she is gone
To those who cared, and now shed tears

comfort comes from this dispair
So i will stand, with tear filled eyes
as dirt is shovelled by soulfull eyes

as roses bury, a stolen life
my family stands, to say goodbye
For we who stand
in course of life

This pain we feel. is sacrifice

A Poem for a lost soul
Written by the Dark Poet
May roses line the path of your dreams, and remember us on the other side.
I hope to meet you there when my time is spent. So we may find, eternal rest.

Dear God, Its me Byron, A letter for a broken soul

Dear God
Its me byron, where are you?
Why cant i see you?
Why am I here, Is there a reason?
Once again in my life i face the horror of death
Once again i must feel these tears shed

Where are you Lord
WHy must my mother feel this pain?
why must her heart be broken and have no joy to heal
Dear God this Byron
A soldier born of Death

He who walks in shadows
Who stares up shouting out
Dear God this is Byron
A Poet born of grief

A man who lost his soul and now stands for those he loves
He who shoulders pain for the family that he loves
Dear God this is Byron, a man that has no fear

Its you that had made me and to dust i will return
But when i reach up through the gates
Of heaven we all sought
And feel you all around as my tears are running down

Dear God, This is Byron
The Dark Poet born of dreams
I'm a simple man who needs a sign

Hero, words of a man

I am not a hero
Just a man who simply cared
I am not a hero
but i stand when others run

I am not a hero
but i'll sarifice myself
I am not a hero
but my words have changed some lives

I am not a hero
but i know i'll die as one
When you die a hero
Your memory lives on

But when you die a hero
all there was of you is gone
But if I die a hero i will die for those i love

I am but a soldier in this war that i call life
But i am not a hero, just a man with words that spun
But if i was a hero i would bleed for all I love

But i am not a hero, just a man with things to say
But if i was your hero, i would take your breath away..

Simple, honest words. A poem by a grieving poet

Am I a Emo, a letter to myself Share

This is not a poem
this isnt some blind realization
this isnt some universal truth
just a man deconstructing life
i'm just a poet
a man that binds his rhymes
but is the truth of this simply
the reason for my life

i wonder am i emo?
a soldier born of sin
i wonder am i emo?
if my life will end like this

but this is not a sonnet
or a poem written for life
these are not the words
of a man about to die

Some say i am not real
just a man thats lost in life
someone who needs acceptance
from the people in my life

Well here is honest truth
and the words that i must say
No joy can save my heart
No hug can fill my soul
no kiss can light my dreams
and no touch can change this me

am i really an emo
a man that wants to die
no i'm not an Emo
i'm a man that is alive

And when i cross the journey
of a life that is fufilled
when my words are bound and written
and are published through the world

The dark poet, the simple dreamer
will have finally changed the world

This is me, this is the real me. Look into my eyes and see the truth.
The Dark Poet Byron

A letter to my angel of life

I'm sorry i'm not perfect
I'm sorry i wish i could change
I know i could be better
but it seems i do not change

I am just a poet
a man thats born of rhymes
in my words there lives a life
but no soul has lived inside

I forgive angelic dreamer
i didnt mean to fight
i do not want to loose you
this lady of my rhymes

But i see there must be changes
in this life i call my own
so i will make these changes
so i can the man you know

so to you angelic dreamer
with you heart thats saves a life
I will stand mysterious dreamer
The Dark Poet in your eyes

Words i needed to say
I will ponder my choices and my life carefully
I will find the faults and repair.
make right what is broken to be a man again.

Sincerely
The Dark Poet Byron

A poem for my future daughter

i have pondered over questions
i would answer when you asked
all those smiles and childlike laughter
that would melt my heart of ice

I had wondered over recitals
and the dances you would have
that i would be the father
that i knew i never had

So to you my future daughter
with your eyes that steal my heart
to you i would give everything
to see you always smile

I write to you this evening
to tell you you are loved
to know that i will always
be the father that you love

I may not be the perfect dad
but know i'll always try
to be there when you need me
and to hold you when you cry

so to you my future daughter
is this promise that i make
that i will always be your dad
and never turn away

To my daughter when you read this
know that love is all i have
and know that i will care for you
no matter how you change

so when you slam the door on me
and tell me go away
i'll be the man and walk away
but be there all the same

So with that i end this poetry
with words that i will say
That Hope you will be beautiful
And that will never change.

A poem By Byron The Poet
To my unborn daughter, someday i will give this to you
And read it aloud, so you may see that you will always be loved
Life means nothing if you do not have hope.
I hope this dream comes true and i can give you this poem.

A Dance with Rose maiden

spinning round on moonlit fields
she bekons me to take her hand
as she pulls me to her chest
and guids me through her moonlight dance

spinning spinning round and round
as scent of roses swirl around
i caught in it, this whirlwind charm
as it has come to take my heart

we glide and dance on evening's wake
and fell in love as starlight fell
she looked at me with joy filled eyes
and took my hand and held it tight

she pulled up close, as gazes met
and layed on me a heartfelt kiss
and with that moment, locked in time
she gave me back my blissful smile

so with that glance and joyful dance
she stole my heart with just that kiss
so now we dance in moonlit fields
as starlight falls and dreams are made

a Poem by Byron the Poet
What a sweet summers dream:)

A Story of a girl, a Story of a moment and a honest reflection

I once was a man that believed in special moments. I once was a man that believed in fate. that good things come to those who wait. believe it or not but its true. good things do happen, every once in a while. And they are special. I write this because it was special. And everyone in their lives should feel this once.

Long ago, as a teenager something amazing happend to me. It was like a scene on from those romantic comedies where the guy sees the girl of his dreams. where time stands still. and it seems like everything is slow motion. in a perfect moment nothing else matters. there is only you and that person. And all in the world was good.

But like all things in life. even the amazing things arnt perfect and they still have to be worked at. We had our ups and downs and fights like everyone else but I was happy, really happy.
What may sound like common knowledge, is just that these moments in life are special. In fact every moment spent with someone is special. even when you fight, or disagree, it matters and its a memory for the two of you forever.

I'm not a prophet, i'm not some all knowing God, I'm a simple guy, who got to know something beautiful once upon a time.
I look around me and i see the world. Its beautiful out there.
I hope that sometimes I can stand still and just take it in.

Just be in that moment.

I knw these words may seem strange and random. but i say them because they are true.
If you took the time to read this just ask yourself if you think u have taken a moment to say thank you because your alive. because some people didnt have the chance to wake up this morning.

My name is Byron, The Dark Poet. The writer, the poet, the friend, the Human being.
and words are all i have to give. Do with them what you feel is right.
i give them freely.

I Sleep So I Can Feel, a Poem By The Dark Poet Byron

words were always who i was
never questioned, never loved
conviction speaks of lives i lead
as man of sorrow, breaking bad

i walked this earth a shadowed man
who dreamt of times i coudlnt have
for we who speak in angel tounges
are born to die for those we love

For we who fight for those we care
and give ourselves so they may love
must take a piece of our own hearts
to show the world our crimson rhymes

With angel toungs, we scream aloud
Of words we say, when you are gone
For we are those who stand alone
The warrior poets without hope

We are the soldiers of our fates
For those who bore our shadowed names
And as you wave your sad goodbyes
for we who ride to our demise

I ask you think of we who lived
as men of words and fallen souls
and as you sleep and think of us
Remember it was you I loved.

A poem By The Dark Poet Byron
I sleep to so i can feel, something instead of nothing.

Two of a kind

Written words are golden
the read us like a book
for we are one of many
the poets of this word

We stand and smile forever
with pain behind our eyes
But we are simply dreamers
who are hiding from our lives

But now she stands a warrior
a Lady of autumn light
She wants the world to see her
as the girl she is inside

beware to those who judge her
for showing who she is
For she's a starlight dreamer
with a soldier in her midst

So this poet and the dreamer
now stand with wills renewed
She no more carries secrets
she is free to change the world

The Dark Poet Byron

Autumn Dreams, A Poem By The Dark Poet Byron

I have wrote of love entwined
of times that made me change my life
when time was sweet and heaven shon
when i was once a loving soul

And as I stare up through the light
and search for meaning in these rhymes
I find a poem within my soul
to say the things you have to know

I find a word that guides my tone
and gives such spirit to these words
for He who walks in shadowed night
is bathing now in autumn light

For hope has filled my hollow soul
and whispers things I didnt know
Of times when i was but a man
who gave it all to have her hand

So i rejoice in joyful verse
and bind my words for all to know
what once was shadowed is reborn
and now he walks in autumn glow.

The Dark Poet Byron

Pages from my Diary. A poem about days gone by

Blue as sky, her tearful eyes
This lady born of shadowed rhymes
with heart of gold and matching smile
she found a way to change my life

for she was once the world to me
her heartfelt sonnets built my dreams
and as i think of times gone past
I still remember who she was

As pages turn with somber verse
and tell the story of our love
I share a poem of honest words
that carry all my hopes and fears

But i remember evening times
when i would stare into her eyes
and spoke of love to make her smile
and make her feel so good inside

so in that moment, seal in time
I find the meaning of my rhymes
for we who speak of times gone by
can change the world with sacrifice

A Poem By The Dark Poet Byron.
memories are written, and finally released, these pages of my diary are my feelings honestly expressed.

Promises Of forever, A Poem By The Dark Poet Byron

I’m paging through my letters
Of loves that came and went
I’m reading all my letters of the times when
It made sense

With words that cut like roses
In this place I call my heart
This mind is slowly swallowed
By these dreamers I have lost

Promises like sorrow are the words that’s written there
Of loves that were forever,
now are words on pages spent
I’m paging through those sorrows
Like a movie they still play

But we who stand for honor
Share the weight of that which passed
Love which once was fickle
Like a breeze on summers day
Became the fuel like fire
In a poet’s darkened brain

For I will stand forever
For the loves that I once shared
These words I share are sorrow
But they made me live again

A Poem By The Dark Poet
A Tribute to times past, to loves lost. For all that was sacrificed to get me to this point. For all I couldn’t change. He who stands as the dreamer, The soldier of shadows I am.

Things i couldnt change

I saw your picture today
and my memories flushed and blew away
i thought of moments lost in time
with you wrapped up in my arms
when all we did was dream of our life and all our love

music played so softly as we kissed in silent joy
in moments still unwritten i was bound to you again
For i was once a man who had known love in this way
and dreamed of angel kisses as you saved my life again

For all i couldn't change when you chose to leave me here
i have thought about that moment ever since that faithful day
For the things i couldn't change when you left me all alone
i have finally found the words so you can see how much I've grown

I am not a perfect dreamer and I do not claim as much
because even poetic hero's will still bleed if they are hurt
But know that i was honest for the feelings we once had
and know that i was sorry for the things I couldn't change...

A poem By The Dark Poet Byron
Letting go of your heart, your memories are hard. I still struggle with it daily. But in memory there is beauty, even pain once bloomed a rose. I will never forget, That even pain has its place, in this place i call my shadowed dreams.... I will never forget....

Poetry in Motion a poem by The Dark Poet Byron

Flowers fall on binding verse
As poets break the bonds of words
As memories sway in crimson minds
We lay our dreams out in our rhymes

For poets write to free our verse
And let you see our dreams fulfilled
For we who lived through shadowed times
And found the meaning in our rhymes

Will write of things that make the world
A place of beauty, defining hope
So I will give because I must
To teach my readers why I write.

For that which gleams in life is gold
And shows you beauty in a rose
as even night time comes with stars
when sunlight fades away to dark

we find the beauty in our souls
and bind that to our crimson words
For we who stand to challenge fate
And take a stance to save a life

Will always be what we were meant
Those silent hero's at love's expense

A poem By the Dark Poet Byron

We are what we are and we give of ourselves freely. This is why I write. Why I chose to save a life.

The Death of a Dream Girl, a Poem By The Dark Poet Byron

My broken heart was all I felt
When my dear lady stole my life
With eyes of green, and sunlit smile
and golden hair that mesmerized

For she was once this poet’s rose
That cut right through my shadowed soul
But in that moment, lost in time
When all we felt just seemed so right
A darkness came and stole her heart
And left her poet,all alone

So as I stand with my heart bared
With blood stained roses, lying dead
With all her words layed in my head
I shed my blood for what I had

For she was once what I would call
The lady who had saved my soul
When all had failed and tears would fall
She was the one to hold me close

And as she whispered in my ear
Of all the times that she’d be there
I felt a knot grow in my chest
and made it hard to breathe again
So as I stand to say goodbye
And feel the tears run from my eyes
I think of all the love we shared
And all the thing’s we ‘d never have

A Poem By The Dark Poet Byron

One Night, a Page from the Diary of a Dark Poet

As afternoon fell over the house, I carried groceries from the car. We did such shopping she and I to make a dinner of special delight. I pulled the strawberries from her bag. She laughed and said,” Will you have whip cream with that”. She smiled so bright I almost cried. For in her eyes I saw our lives. My Gothic queen, with shades of black. She pulled me close and and I tasted her smile. For 5 minutes the world stood still. In our moment there was only me and her. When we took a breath, my fingers tingled. And all I felt was her caress. I pulled up a chair and I sat down with her.
We laughed and we played as we chopped up the strawberries. I teazed her with kisses and tastes of my concoction. We pealed and we chopped and we tasted some more. But all that I wanted was the touch of her soul. After dinner we retired to the darkness of her room. And all that I could think about was here we are again. On my lady’s double bed I had layed her down gently. And began to kiss down her neck as she gently caressed me. As my fingers ran down her body all I could think about was her lips.
I pulled myself up close and we made out passionately. Every movement of her tounge sent tingles down my spine. Endorphines released like fire and shot through my brain. There is no drug that I could ever find to make me what I felt then. As the evening came again and The Poet and his lady lay tired and breathless in each others embrace. I whispered in her ear if she thought this was a dream.
She looked into my eyes and gently said. I wanna stay with you in this moment forever. No other words that this poet could bind, could ever have effected me in such a massive way. Caught in this moment with the lady of my rhymes. Beautiful and sombre was this moment in my life.
On this diary page is written of a memory of joy. Of a future unfufilled, that honestly could have been perfection. But they are only words on a page now. And they bare the mark of my soul. I gave all that I have to show you my truth.
Of the days that my words failed and turned to ash…
Sincerely The Dark Poet Byron

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The Heart That Guides These Hands To Move, a Poem By Dark Byron

We who stand with words untold
are born to walk this world alone
for i was once a simple man
who dreamed of things I couldn't have

But as i face this world alone
I search for purpose for my soul
A heart that guides these hands to move
and sends these flames to purge my world

As Ashes fall on dreams that died
i seek the truth in all the lies
for I have walked this world of men
and within it my dreams are dead

For all the things i should have done
And never said to spare my love
I walk away to save myself
and shut the door, end my life

For I am not what i once was
a simple poet crying out
for I have died inside this shell
The Man, the poet, The hero aswell....

The Dark Poet Byron
Suicide is for suckers. Death is but an illusion. I don't fear either.
Someday i will die. But it will not be by my own hand. It is a heart that guides the hand. and my hand has no heart. Roses grow where hearts should be. in the cold dark earth where I should be. But no this is not my end, just an illusion of a man that sees through all but that which surrounds me. Shadows fall when light has failed. The hero dances alone in the moonlight. Forever in shadows. basking in the moonlight....
Words of Poetic but tortured mind....

My tears bleed... A Poem By The Dark Poet Byron

Did you smile as you stabbed me
As you turned the blade inside
Did you laugh as you cut me
in that place that housed my eyes

Did it kill you when I told you
In that moment, That I loved you
When the world had swallowed hope
and you slit my heart in two

In that moment you had told me
that all you felt for me was gone
that another was your lover
and all you did for me was false

in that moment lost forever
lives the sorrow of my heart
with the tears of blood just running
from eyes that once were housed

So this poet in his darkness
walks the world he knows so blind
Forever trapped in sorrow with no feelings, just no feelings, in this place he called his heart...

The Dark Poet Byron
I have felt torn, i have been cut, i have been bled. My eyes have grown dark. They have gone blind. There is no purpose in this verse, only passion. And it is passion that gives me strength to stand when legs can no longer. All i can do is stand. Stand for the only thing i still believe. a chance to make things right....

Diamonds in mirror, a Poem By The Dark Poet Byron

Beautiful and innocent
I held her in my arms
a moment born of pure romance
a hero and his love

For we bore the weight of men
are cursed by all we love
To stand and watch it fade away
this image of our love

Diamonds shine in evening sky
as tears flow down her eyes
a lover scorns in pure regret
and pushes me aside

For mirror image shows to me
the error of my ways
For all I loved is lost to me
This angel of my life

As pain is felt and cuts at me
and stabs me in the back
to learn the love that's given me
belongs to someone else

I turn away and do not speak
as moonlight lights my face
For everything i 've given up
was thrown back in my face

So diamonds shine in tear filled eyes
as i turn to walk away
a hero dies in pure regret
when all the lies are spent

So now he stands to speak to all
of all the things she said
That dreams are just my memories
that live inside my head

So now i stand with rose filled hands
and beckon heavens grace
For that which made a hero die
Is all that I have left.

A Poem By The Dark Poet Byron
Once upon a time. I was standing in a moment lost in time. Perfect, serene. The pinnacle of my life.
Fate is a cruel mistress, and binds me to my fate. For we who stand for that we love are doomed to always fail. So I write to save my soul from the nightmares in my brain. For when you die a hero, you will always still be dead. That was the path a chose. And I learn t from my mistakes. I cannot save you Angel. In my task i have failed. But today i stand a man of which you can proudly speak....

The Blue Rose, A Poem By The Dark Poet Byron

A breeze that blows through autumn fields
as Byron dark walks through his dreams
a shade blue in autumn haze
i need the light to guide the way

I'm running fast, it seems so close
the ocean rose, I long to hold
in all my dreams, it never fades
The Blue rose calls to my embrace


For in her hair, the breeze does play
and dances round, so wild, untamed
As sunlight falls on her blue hair
and sparkles bright, like moonlit glades

My heart beats fast and doesn't wain
for all i crave lies in her embrace
I stare into those jewels called eyes
and loose myself, so mesmerized

The blue rose calls to he who writes
through all his dreams. and starlight heart
For we who fall for angel love
Forever speak in Angel tongues

The Dark Poet Byron
Can you touch my forever. hold it close in your hands. Can you find the beauty in a rose.
For i am mesmerized by it. It binds me it drives me, it makes me loose my breath. For all that i hold dear in this world. The Blue Rose will always remain:)

Love songs, a Poem By The Dark Poet Byron

Neyo sings his songs of love
as this Dark Poet sings along
I stand and think of all those times
that i have sang those lonely rhymes

But as those loves songs speak of truth
a poet thinks of times of hope
Of moments past in long embrace
to see those raindrops caress your face

But there's no sadness in those words
for they are formed for lovers lost
to see that smile light up your face
and hold me tight till sunlight breaks

For in your eyes, my world would spin
and love songs played as we would kiss
and as your lips ran down my neck
I think of all the times we had

When roses were my calling card
and lined your chest with diamond hearts
And as the moon lit up your pool
We made out in your blue lagoon

So as i hold your ring today
I think of all those yesterdays
When simple words had won your heart
and gave a poet all he loves....

A Poem By The Dark Poet Byron

Feelings may be lost. and hearts may break. But beautiful memories always live on. I gave the world for my dreams, and now I sleep peacefully.

The Black Rose, A poem By The Dark Poet Byron

The clock strikes 2 as nighttime fell
for he who wakes from dreaming self
I wake up quick, and catch my breath
and think of what a dream i had

But in my mind a thought does stir
and speaks to me of such a girl
The black rose stirs inside my dreams
and bares its thorns inside of me

For beauty grows inside this rose
contained in such a crimson form
with leaves like ink and blood stain red
The rose has touched this Poet's hands

For she is more than just a girl
who speaks of things i didnt know
Who walks inside my crimson rhymes
and binds my words to sacrifice

My precious rose, of deep red glow
you showed me things that saved my soul
So as i speak of blood stain red
and bind ur form to my embrace

i give this gift of random verse
and speak of her. The One black Rose

A Poem By The Dark Poet Byron

Beauty can be found in a black rose. Its deep and endless. dear and passionate.
The flower i'd protect with my very hands. Thank you for the wonderful part you play in my life.

Spirits In my dreams, A Poem By The Dark poet Byron

I faced this world alone again
with bleeding heart and sword again
with tear filled eyes i face this life
a fallen man of sacrifice

I speak of things that haunt my dreams
where I must fight to keep my life
Where spirits walk, and shadows grow
This is the image of my soul

For within me a battles fought
Where heroes die and weapons fall
These spirits tear my heart from me
and drive their blades inside of me

For dreams are more than just a man
A hero fights to save her life
And if he falls for who he loves
These words are fuel to carry on

And as my Armour breaks away
and bare my heart onto a blade
i stand and think of all thats left
and all the dreams that she will have

So in my sorrow, almost dead
I hold a rose as rain drops fell
And as my blood stains pettle love
I feel the angels all around

So as my words drift far away
A hero dies for destiny

A Poem By The Dark Poet Byron

My dreams are a battle field. My war with fate. But in the end there is no end to this life.
Only new battles left to fight. This Hero has fallen so many times. For all that he loves and cares for. But I remain as I always do. A soldier to your will. The master mistress of my passion. A soldier of Fate

Firefly dance, a Poem By The Dark Poet

She is standing on the edge as the fireflies do dance
I am caught up in my tears of the love that i have felt
I am suffering to breathe as I see you standing there
As the wind sweeps through your hair all i feel is your despair
That the woman that i love wants to leave me standing there

So i run and grab your hand
as your leaning over the edge
i'm holding you so tight just to keep you in my life
As I hold you in that moment in the time you want to die
I am whispering on your shoulder that your killing me inside

My angel turns to face me
on this night that was her end
she speaks to me so gently
Of the thoughts thats in her brain

She says to me dear poet
in this moment that we share
that you have come to save me
on this night that was my end

I say to her dear angel
you are more than just a rose
More than all the money that is printed in the world
as i lift her from the railing and embrace her in the cold
The fireflies are dancing in this world we call our own

In my arms she lost forever
in an embrace that saves her life
As i whisper that i love her
I feel the warmth as she does smile

For my lady is a dreamer
saved so softly in this night
Forever born of sorrow with her poet at her side
For we who love forever are the vanguards of our love

A Poem By The Dark Poet Byron

To my "Melody", A poem By The Dark Poet

With my words i have told stories
of the times that i have smiled
with my eyes i scream conviction with
my memories and my rhymes

For to you my long lost lover
with your smile that stops my heart
to you who i still think of
in that stunning light pink top

For to you i would give anything to see you smile again
To see you lying next to me as sunlight lights our day
I n your eyes i'd simply loose myself and never drift away
For without you i am nothing but a poet cast away

If you think me such a dreamer when your playing with your hair
Just know that i will always be the lover of your life
As i stand here with my diamond ring i think of all we lost
Of all the things you said to me before our love was lost

But know i once had fought the world to show you you were loved
that i had gone 800 miles to dance in moonlit song
For my love i'd gave up everything to show u how i cared
But know id do it all again to know you as you were

So to you my dearest "Melody", a song i once had known
Know you are the symphony that plays inside my heart
and as i shed my blood filled tears and lay my feelings down
Know that your my everything even after you were gone....

The Dark Poet Byron
Tears fall like rain from heaven, As The Dark Poet lays down that which he loved most in this world. My rose has wilted "Melody", but it will bloom forever more in my dreams. That is the solace i accept as i turn to walk away. We are all but foolish dreamers. When we give up what we love. But it blooms forever green in the gardens of our hearts. So to you my long lost soul mate. With my twin poetic heart. Know i care forever even now that you are gone....

Something for my Friend,

I stand a man of gilded verse
as i have swept right through the world
i walk a path of rose filled dreams
but know I've seen such destiny
but here i stand a fallen man
who speaks to you times you'll have

Of all the years about to come
when you will have ur one true love
And as the night begins to fall
you see the night lit up by stars

and within his arms your dreams will flow
for you will have your kindred soul
So as you stare at moonlit sky
and loose yourself, so mesmerized

Just know he speaks of your true love
The man who walked between the worlds
so on this day when your heart ached
Just know i say that time will mend

When he who speaks of things to come
is bound by verse of angel tongues

A poem by The Dark Poet Byron

To my friend, always remember in life there is beauty and there is always hope. that much i know. Time will pass and things will make u smile again. I believe ur man and you will be happy. I think things will be just fine between you and you will see each other again soon. Cherish all the good memories you have and make lots more. its those things that make life special:

Chainlink Armor, a Poem by The Dark Poet Byron

Every morning as I wake up
I prepare to face the day
I know that i' ma soldier
wearing Armour for the pain

I am human, just a human
as i stand in morning light
every day i have now noticed
how my armor fades away

So i face this world so vacant
without armor on my breast
and try to win this battle
with the sword thats in my hand

But a knight without his armor
is no longer what he is
He is but a dreamer with a cut mark in his chest
So as i fall on battle fields i know why i am spent

Because i have a foolish heart
so now rose line my grave

A Poem By The Dark Poet Byron

Words can shatter the toughest armor. I believe mine has failed. I'm not perfect.