Shadow Poems
#shadows
Shadow poems, darkness from light, poems about shadows being cast, dark pockets of the world and fantasy creatures lurking in the shadows. You'll also find atmospheric poetry about nightfall and poems about fascinating or eerie shadows within our natural world.
#TGIF!
I
Friday: Pizza night!
Walk into wilderness
Blessed with wildness
Whiling away these days
in
Dreams. What it means
to be human
beings. Conceiving-dreaming
Such
Beautiful things.
II
Hearth of home – Following
the roam
Scent of pizza shop
dropped
into
Cleansed senses. Breath
of fresh
Air. There
for
Catharsis: Marvelous.
III
Attendance
to
Writer’s chair
There
To...
Friday: Pizza night!
Walk into wilderness
Blessed with wildness
Whiling away these days
in
Dreams. What it means
to be human
beings. Conceiving-dreaming
Such
Beautiful things.
II
Hearth of home – Following
the roam
Scent of pizza shop
dropped
into
Cleansed senses. Breath
of fresh
Air. There
for
Catharsis: Marvelous.
III
Attendance
to
Writer’s chair
There
To...
#shadows
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A Suicide of Crows (Ch5)
Chapter Five
I
Feeling a caution to the wind
carelessness, Liz/Beth, clad
in red corset, garters and silk
stockings, gripped the glass pipe
in a shadow of an alleyway
of The Red Light District.
Her dealer held the lighter
over the bowl, hand cupping
the flame, illuminated softly
like a votary candle.
She smoked the toad.
The venom of a Sonoran
Desert Toad.
II
Such a full bodied smoke.
A moment of tranquility on
the exhale, which seemed
to...
I
Feeling a caution to the wind
carelessness, Liz/Beth, clad
in red corset, garters and silk
stockings, gripped the glass pipe
in a shadow of an alleyway
of The Red Light District.
Her dealer held the lighter
over the bowl, hand cupping
the flame, illuminated softly
like a votary candle.
She smoked the toad.
The venom of a Sonoran
Desert Toad.
II
Such a full bodied smoke.
A moment of tranquility on
the exhale, which seemed
to...
#shadows
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A Suicide of Crows (Ch4)
Chapter Four
I
Siberian Taiga
Those trees could’ve predated
the Sequoia and Redwoods of
California, a congregation
of sentinels.
An ink abyss of sky towered
above the festivities.
Aisik [From Nivkh "ais" meaning
gold] took a big slug of vodka,
then another, his sister pulling
a lit torch from outta nowhere,
held it close, as he blew the
second swig of vodka into the
flames.
Sending a burst of light
into the night.
II
The whole clan...
I
Siberian Taiga
Those trees could’ve predated
the Sequoia and Redwoods of
California, a congregation
of sentinels.
An ink abyss of sky towered
above the festivities.
Aisik [From Nivkh "ais" meaning
gold] took a big slug of vodka,
then another, his sister pulling
a lit torch from outta nowhere,
held it close, as he blew the
second swig of vodka into the
flames.
Sending a burst of light
into the night.
II
The whole clan...
#shadows
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A Suicide of Crows (CH3)
Chapter 3
I
Aokigahara Forest
Down a well worn pathway,
through a sea of trees,
past hanging baby dolls
and suicide camping spots,
Roshi sat on the forest
floor by a tree which seemed
to have fallen over the
edge of the world, holding
a journal with The Site
logo drawn on the cover,
a sigil thought to be
created by The Owner,
received for moderator
status.
She had no trouble
getting on the Blue Bus
to Netherwood.
Like many on the site, she ...
I
Aokigahara Forest
Down a well worn pathway,
through a sea of trees,
past hanging baby dolls
and suicide camping spots,
Roshi sat on the forest
floor by a tree which seemed
to have fallen over the
edge of the world, holding
a journal with The Site
logo drawn on the cover,
a sigil thought to be
created by The Owner,
received for moderator
status.
She had no trouble
getting on the Blue Bus
to Netherwood.
Like many on the site, she ...
#shadows
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2 Comments
Muse Meets Muse
An audacity of authenticity
Scene of being: Seen
Hellenistic linguistics chiseled
Like the marble work of woodwork whittled
Face to face embrace like
Leather
unto
Lace.
Assembly of place
Materials
of
time
&
Space
Canopy bed of drifting silk
Face to face ilk to ilk
Sweetest most needed milk
Greedy need of talk walked
Tight appetites fed & freed
An outer space of an embrace
Afars becoming alight/bright with stars
Scene of being: Seen
Hellenistic linguistics chiseled
Like the marble work of woodwork whittled
Face to face embrace like
Leather
unto
Lace.
Assembly of place
Materials
of
time
&
Space
Canopy bed of drifting silk
Face to face ilk to ilk
Sweetest most needed milk
Greedy need of talk walked
Tight appetites fed & freed
An outer space of an embrace
Afars becoming alight/bright with stars
#shadows
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A Suicide of Crows (Ch2)
Chapter Two
I
He looked like the creepy dude in
phantasm, dressed in all black
suit, tie, hat.
He liked to stand in the
mirror with the muted light
of the sun setting into
the edge of the world.
The interplay of light and
shadows popped in his
synapses, making him
feel alive.
He felt he could read
and heal his own aura.
Something he developed through
his writing experiments, learned
on The Site.
He learned so much from The Site.
II
...
I
He looked like the creepy dude in
phantasm, dressed in all black
suit, tie, hat.
He liked to stand in the
mirror with the muted light
of the sun setting into
the edge of the world.
The interplay of light and
shadows popped in his
synapses, making him
feel alive.
He felt he could read
and heal his own aura.
Something he developed through
his writing experiments, learned
on The Site.
He learned so much from The Site.
II
...
#shadows
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A Suicide of Crows (Ch1)
Chapter One
I
The sun, moving over the edge
of the world, a cool suffuses
upon my skin, verging on a chill.
Kind of like the chill I got
the moment I heard.
They were successful.
Successful in their endeavor:
To the Stars.
One newspaper called it “a
grotesque scene of
suicide and strange beliefs.”
Another paper, a national
print, had a front page
headline that read:
A Suicide of Crows.
Picture the scene.
A group of poets that all...
I
The sun, moving over the edge
of the world, a cool suffuses
upon my skin, verging on a chill.
Kind of like the chill I got
the moment I heard.
They were successful.
Successful in their endeavor:
To the Stars.
One newspaper called it “a
grotesque scene of
suicide and strange beliefs.”
Another paper, a national
print, had a front page
headline that read:
A Suicide of Crows.
Picture the scene.
A group of poets that all...
#shadows
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0 Comments
Season of Eternity
A precise poetry
Penetrating the veils in precisions
Instilled
in
will
For a reason
In pursuit
of
a season
of
eternity
***
ORA
CLE
S
***
Penetrating the veils in precisions
Instilled
in
will
For a reason
In pursuit
of
a season
of
eternity
***
ORA
CLE
S
***
#shadows
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2 Comments
Death Parade of Avatar
Dervish violin – Taking a spin
Out of this dimension
Dancing ascension, self designed lines
Ghost dance stance and cadence
Feet meet ground in moments deceased
Dust of us released
All that we wished vanished
In exchange for this gift of glimpse
Meditating skull craft macabre
Cratered centralized cadre
Apex of nadir
Stepping from self into other
Into depth, ever further in paradigms of consciousness
Tending to trend
beyond
All this
Avatars
Dancing between here ...
Out of this dimension
Dancing ascension, self designed lines
Ghost dance stance and cadence
Feet meet ground in moments deceased
Dust of us released
All that we wished vanished
In exchange for this gift of glimpse
Meditating skull craft macabre
Cratered centralized cadre
Apex of nadir
Stepping from self into other
Into depth, ever further in paradigms of consciousness
Tending to trend
beyond
All this
Avatars
Dancing between here ...
#shadows
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2 Comments
Hope
Light breaks the night.
Its flicker grows, yet fragile still.
A flame burns bright within despair.
Where silence lingers, whispers dare to rise anew.
Through storms and shadows, it calls, defies, it prevails.
Boundless and untamed, it stretches through time, unyielding.
Hope swells like oceans, crashing, surging with infinite waves that collide.
Its roots entangle stars, weaving lifelines from fractures, each moment revived.
Hope ascends like constellations, a beacon eternal, shining through endless skies.
Its flicker grows, yet fragile still.
A flame burns bright within despair.
Where silence lingers, whispers dare to rise anew.
Through storms and shadows, it calls, defies, it prevails.
Boundless and untamed, it stretches through time, unyielding.
Hope swells like oceans, crashing, surging with infinite waves that collide.
Its roots entangle stars, weaving lifelines from fractures, each moment revived.
Hope ascends like constellations, a beacon eternal, shining through endless skies.
#fire
#night
#shadows
#sky
#storm
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7 Comments
of Reflections
You can really see
Monkey see
monkey
do
In social
media
manipulated
mannerisms
All reflecting
reflections
of
reflections
Projections
of
reflections
***
ORA
CLE
S
***
Monkey see
monkey
do
In social
media
manipulated
mannerisms
All reflecting
reflections
of
reflections
Projections
of
reflections
***
ORA
CLE
S
***
#shadows
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4 Comments
Stars as Avatars of Death
In the valley of avatar shadows
Icy flesh fresh from: Death
Dwellings going blue in blue worlds gone black
To the other side we slide – No goin back
Awakening as stars – Seeing into being
Being into seeing
Dark side tides over white side of moon
Shadows of death – Shadows of doom
Population inundated in formation
Agape upon scapes of shadows, souls, shivering meadows
Mystified by the mystery, crying and self destructive
Many times, most of us, all across human history
Everyone wanting Heaven but no one...
Icy flesh fresh from: Death
Dwellings going blue in blue worlds gone black
To the other side we slide – No goin back
Awakening as stars – Seeing into being
Being into seeing
Dark side tides over white side of moon
Shadows of death – Shadows of doom
Population inundated in formation
Agape upon scapes of shadows, souls, shivering meadows
Mystified by the mystery, crying and self destructive
Many times, most of us, all across human history
Everyone wanting Heaven but no one...
#shadows
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DU Poetry : Shadow Poems