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.
Cipher_O
Poem Published
Today 00:01am
Today 00:01am
DARK INKANTATIONS [HEMISPHERE FORTY SIX]
HEMISPHERE FORTY SIX: DGB
““When it is dark enough, you can see the stars.” — Ralph Waldo Emerson
(A CONCRETE CUBICLE IN A DRAIN PIPE)
DGB lays back, staring at the stars.
The stars as interpreted by a mini projector, cast against the concrete ceiling.
His thoughts shift in the timbre of machine gears, one eye a cold calculation, one eye a mechanistic spiral of DIY.
“Ideas place one in a constant state of rebirth.” He thinks.
Cassiopeia shrouds him in shadows and silence.
Drifting…
Waves…
...
““When it is dark enough, you can see the stars.” — Ralph Waldo Emerson
(A CONCRETE CUBICLE IN A DRAIN PIPE)
DGB lays back, staring at the stars.
The stars as interpreted by a mini projector, cast against the concrete ceiling.
His thoughts shift in the timbre of machine gears, one eye a cold calculation, one eye a mechanistic spiral of DIY.
“Ideas place one in a constant state of rebirth.” He thinks.
Cassiopeia shrouds him in shadows and silence.
Drifting…
Waves…
...
#shadows
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Cipher_O
Poem Published
Today 00:00am
Today 00:00am
DARK INKANTATIONS [HEMISPHERE FORTY FIVE]
HEMISPHERE FORTY FIVE: GPG
“In the silence of the night, streetlights talk to each other by touching their lights to each other!” ― Mehmet Murat ildan
(NETHERWOODS TRAILER PARK)
A fatman, in a white wife beater, hurls a plate across the kitchen, shattering against the wall.
In the bedroom down the hall, GPG sits on the ragged rug, hands covering her ears.
“You fuckin bitch!” The man screams.
* * *
An eerie silence fills the air.
She has been here before, looking at the clock:
3AM. ...
“In the silence of the night, streetlights talk to each other by touching their lights to each other!” ― Mehmet Murat ildan
(NETHERWOODS TRAILER PARK)
A fatman, in a white wife beater, hurls a plate across the kitchen, shattering against the wall.
In the bedroom down the hall, GPG sits on the ragged rug, hands covering her ears.
“You fuckin bitch!” The man screams.
* * *
An eerie silence fills the air.
She has been here before, looking at the clock:
3AM. ...
#shadows
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Hashman
Poem Published
Yesterday 9:11pm
Yesterday 9:11pm
Roy Rogers
it's like a pinball machine
with double flippers
and 3 balls bouncing round
too many triggers
all hell breaks loose
you shake me
you break me
it's all too much
what can i say
which way to turn
dead end street
oh no
too many triggers
with double flippers
and 3 balls bouncing round
too many triggers
all hell breaks loose
you shake me
you break me
it's all too much
what can i say
which way to turn
dead end street
oh no
too many triggers
#strength
#shadows
#evolution #aliens
#evolution #aliens
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Cipher_O
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:21pm
Yesterday 3:21pm
Mazes in Gazes
Male gaze.
Female gaze.
God gaze.
They said that
3rd person POV
went out of
style with the
death of
God,
as well as
the intimacy
that can
be
achieved
in
the
1st person,
so I brought
the two together, and made:
1st Person Omniscient.
I Rule!
:p
Female gaze.
God gaze.
They said that
3rd person POV
went out of
style with the
death of
God,
as well as
the intimacy
that can
be
achieved
in
the
1st person,
so I brought
the two together, and made:
1st Person Omniscient.
I Rule!
:p
#shadows
27 reads
2 Comments
Cipher_O
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:20pm
Yesterday 3:20pm
Sums of Pendulums
A constant
shift
from ego
to
non ego
is necessary
to
compel existence:
Sums of pendulums.
shift
from ego
to
non ego
is necessary
to
compel existence:
Sums of pendulums.
#shadows
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Cipher_O
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:30am
Yesterday 4:30am
DARK INKANTATIONS [HEMISPHERE FORTY FOUR]
HEMISPHERE FORTY FOUR: DIGITAL GEEK BOY
““You’ll find that life is still worthwhile, if you just smile.” ― Charlie Chaplin
(NETHERWOODS PUBLIC LIBRARY)
Fear and his new companion walk through the library, an air of confidence, every place in the unknown feeling like home.
They make two turns and take the steps to the second floor, the floor with the computers.
The floor is empty, save for one individual, typing furiously, filling the air with a rapid succession of clicks and clacks.
The sound of a brandished weapon....
““You’ll find that life is still worthwhile, if you just smile.” ― Charlie Chaplin
(NETHERWOODS PUBLIC LIBRARY)
Fear and his new companion walk through the library, an air of confidence, every place in the unknown feeling like home.
They make two turns and take the steps to the second floor, the floor with the computers.
The floor is empty, save for one individual, typing furiously, filling the air with a rapid succession of clicks and clacks.
The sound of a brandished weapon....
#shadows
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Cipher_O
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:26am
Yesterday 4:26am
DARK INKANTATIONS [HEMISPHERE FORTY THREE]
HEMISPHERE FORTY THREE: GUTTER PUNK GIRL
“I will find you. In the farthest corner, I will find you.” ― Mary E. Pearson
(NETHERWOODS PUBLIC LIBRARY)
The aisles of books tower above all, fronds of lexicons, texts and fonts, suspended over the white light, spilling into the tall, thick glass windows, opacities that reveal streams of cars.
Fear glides over the surface of the light, like walking on water, running a finger across the spines of books, tantalizing the inanimate objects.
* * *
He...
“I will find you. In the farthest corner, I will find you.” ― Mary E. Pearson
(NETHERWOODS PUBLIC LIBRARY)
The aisles of books tower above all, fronds of lexicons, texts and fonts, suspended over the white light, spilling into the tall, thick glass windows, opacities that reveal streams of cars.
Fear glides over the surface of the light, like walking on water, running a finger across the spines of books, tantalizing the inanimate objects.
* * *
He...
#shadows
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Cipher_O
Poem Published
24th Nov 2022 8:08pm
24th Nov 2022 8:08pm
Point Zero
An abundance
of
flow, into the know
of
highly functional
forms
=
Zero Point Energy Storms.
of
flow, into the know
of
highly functional
forms
=
Zero Point Energy Storms.
#shadows
24 reads
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Cipher_O
Poem Published
24th Nov 2022 8:07pm
24th Nov 2022 8:07pm
The Oracle
For me,
life was always been
a
quest
to the transcendental
object
at
the end of time,
&
now I see:
The sign, the oracle.
life was always been
a
quest
to the transcendental
object
at
the end of time,
&
now I see:
The sign, the oracle.
#shadows
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Cipher_O
Poem Published
24th Nov 2022 12:02pm
24th Nov 2022 12:02pm
Garlands of Blockchains
Blinded
by
the beacons, touching one
another
in
sequence,
freeing themselves
from
chains
in
digital garlands of blockchains.
by
the beacons, touching one
another
in
sequence,
freeing themselves
from
chains
in
digital garlands of blockchains.
#shadows
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Cipher_O
Poem Published
24th Nov 2022 11:59am
24th Nov 2022 11:59am
Programming Cell Phones
Words as machines,
software
of
the mind, into Neo –
Frameworks:
Networks
of
mind to mind designs,
streamlined
in lines
&
lines,
imprinting the time, saving the mind.
software
of
the mind, into Neo –
Frameworks:
Networks
of
mind to mind designs,
streamlined
in lines
&
lines,
imprinting the time, saving the mind.
#shadows
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Cipher_O
Poem Published
24th Nov 2022 00:16am
24th Nov 2022 00:16am
DARK INKANTATIONS [HEMISPHERE FORTY TWO]
HEMISPHERE FORTY TWO: DARKNESS OF VEILS
“Yours is the light by which my spirit's born.” - Anonymous?
(ROBERT’S PERCEPTION)
“Show me your dreams Robert.”
He wonders, very briefly, how I know his name, a curiosity that gives way to hemispheres of constellations.
His mind opens.
A dark crystal.
I see a shadow figure over an audience, bright lights flashing.
“Yes. That is quite beautiful.”
And then I see the vision become a canvas, opened in the precision of a razor blade incision.
...
“Yours is the light by which my spirit's born.” - Anonymous?
(ROBERT’S PERCEPTION)
“Show me your dreams Robert.”
He wonders, very briefly, how I know his name, a curiosity that gives way to hemispheres of constellations.
His mind opens.
A dark crystal.
I see a shadow figure over an audience, bright lights flashing.
“Yes. That is quite beautiful.”
And then I see the vision become a canvas, opened in the precision of a razor blade incision.
...
#shadows
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