Poems About Shadows Seeking Friendly Advice
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Poems about shadows seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
backdeckbenny
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2025 9:38pm
23rd Feb 2025 9:38pm
The other half.
Everywhere I go, he goes with me,
waiting for the right conditions to arise so he can reveal himself.
Like some super sleuth or stalker,
he will catch me by surprise,
when the sun is in the skies.
He's such a nice fellow my shadow.l'd surely be dead without him.
There is no sun in a coffin.
waiting for the right conditions to arise so he can reveal himself.
Like some super sleuth or stalker,
he will catch me by surprise,
when the sun is in the skies.
He's such a nice fellow my shadow.l'd surely be dead without him.
There is no sun in a coffin.
#shadows
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Anne-Ri999
Poem Published
18th Feb 2025 9:31am
18th Feb 2025 9:31am
galdr seidr
Let there be fog
for fog transforms
do not decipher me
I am mystery
no blood was shed
only ink to write this tale
o hidden folk
allow us your quantity
qualities from insights
equalities epiphany
formed
symbiotic symbols
scorned seen by
waiting to be
members
followers
cults and
cultures
usually drawn on shoulders
carved into their palms
perhaps in animal footprints
while in earlier centuries
people wearing these
symbols openly
were seen...
for fog transforms
do not decipher me
I am mystery
no blood was shed
only ink to write this tale
o hidden folk
allow us your quantity
qualities from insights
equalities epiphany
formed
symbiotic symbols
scorned seen by
waiting to be
members
followers
cults and
cultures
usually drawn on shoulders
carved into their palms
perhaps in animal footprints
while in earlier centuries
people wearing these
symbols openly
were seen...
#magic
#shadows
87 reads
10 Comments
Anne-Ri999
Poem Published
14th Feb 2025 5:46pm
14th Feb 2025 5:46pm
letter to a narcissist
I was never a spy
in your house of love
rather here
in this room
called death
you are my martyr
I am his concubine
eros still rattles
our broken bones
entwined
dancing towards
the music of his
knuckles
in blackened blues
we mime our love
transforming
our blistering aches
yet we know not
their history
if we closed our eyes
how then can pain
ask for forgiveness
trauma hangs upon...
in your house of love
rather here
in this room
called death
you are my martyr
I am his concubine
eros still rattles
our broken bones
entwined
dancing towards
the music of his
knuckles
in blackened blues
we mime our love
transforming
our blistering aches
yet we know not
their history
if we closed our eyes
how then can pain
ask for forgiveness
trauma hangs upon...
#shadows
140 reads
14 Comments
Pishashee
Poem Published
5th Feb 2025 7:42pm
5th Feb 2025 7:42pm
Oh Elara, Where Art Thou?
Elara, a cartographer of the cosmos, traced the swirling nebulae projected onto the dome of her observatory. Dust motes, illuminated by the starlight simulator, danced like miniature galaxies. She wasn't charting constellations; she was mapping the spaces between them, the dark rivers where stardust flowed. Her grandmother, a woman who read the whispers of the wind and the rustle of leaves, called it "starmist," the veil between worlds.
Elara, a scientist, preferred the language of parsecs and light-years. Yet, sometimes, when the hum of the machinery faded, she felt a...
Elara, a scientist, preferred the language of parsecs and light-years. Yet, sometimes, when the hum of the machinery faded, she felt a...
#earth
#shadows
#stars #universe
#stars #universe
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Ambjr
Poem Published
4th Feb 2025 11:26pm
4th Feb 2025 11:26pm
follow me into the storm
the wind speaks of lettin go
in the language of the broken
promisin to scatter these bones
like the last notes of a storm
fadin into thunder
mother nature opens her arms
in a way that my mother never did
offerin shelter in the chaos
peace in the destruction
rest in her wild heart
each breath a step closer
to the quiet center
where stars hang too low
and the moon splits the clouds
where the sky bleeds into the horizon
and lightnin makes promises
that the rain never intended to keep
where darkness drifts in ...
in the language of the broken
promisin to scatter these bones
like the last notes of a storm
fadin into thunder
mother nature opens her arms
in a way that my mother never did
offerin shelter in the chaos
peace in the destruction
rest in her wild heart
each breath a step closer
to the quiet center
where stars hang too low
and the moon splits the clouds
where the sky bleeds into the horizon
and lightnin makes promises
that the rain never intended to keep
where darkness drifts in ...
#bipolar
#depression
#shadows
93 reads
5 Comments
Shon
Poem Published
27th Jan 2025 6:26pm
27th Jan 2025 6:26pm
The Wolf moon.
The full moon.
The wolf moon.
Coincides with a peak.
View of Mars.
Roman god of war.
Moon romantic celestial body.
For some a portent.
Some an omen.
Others just coincident.
The moon, the wolf & Mars.
That's some scary shit.
Right there.
The wolf moon.
Coincides with a peak.
View of Mars.
Roman god of war.
Moon romantic celestial body.
For some a portent.
Some an omen.
Others just coincident.
The moon, the wolf & Mars.
That's some scary shit.
Right there.
#astronomy
#LifeAsAWriter
#moon #shadows
#moon #shadows
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DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
20th Jan 2025 2:07pm
20th Jan 2025 2:07pm
The Possessive Nightmare
He stares at me, smile like plastic Ken.
He reminds me of my father, constantly pretending to be your best friend.
Like my old cat, Loki. Constantly meowing, never shutting the fuck up.
.And you can't get away.
They staring at you,
eyes possessing your soul.
And you better run out before it's too late.
He reminds me of my father, constantly pretending to be your best friend.
Like my old cat, Loki. Constantly meowing, never shutting the fuck up.
.And you can't get away.
They staring at you,
eyes possessing your soul.
And you better run out before it's too late.
#lies
#manipulation
#shadows
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Nvmb
Poem Published
9th Jan 2025 11:18pm
9th Jan 2025 11:18pm
Chasm
Your name is carved into my skin,
A prayer, a curse, I let you in.
You are the silence in my veins,
A dark refrain, a lover’s chains.
I built a bridge to leave this hell,
But every step, I fell, I fell.
The void is calling, soft and slow,
A place where only shadows grow.
Drag me down—
I won’t resist.
Break my bones
With every kiss.
The chasm waits, its mouth agape,
No hope, no end, no chance escape.
I hear your voice in empty halls,
A hymn that drips, that cracks, that calls.
Your hands are...
A prayer, a curse, I let you in.
You are the silence in my veins,
A dark refrain, a lover’s chains.
I built a bridge to leave this hell,
But every step, I fell, I fell.
The void is calling, soft and slow,
A place where only shadows grow.
Drag me down—
I won’t resist.
Break my bones
With every kiss.
The chasm waits, its mouth agape,
No hope, no end, no chance escape.
I hear your voice in empty halls,
A hymn that drips, that cracks, that calls.
Your hands are...
#dark
#sacrifice
#shadows
#suffering
#tragedy
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backdeckbenny
Poem Published
5th Jan 2025 11:22pm
5th Jan 2025 11:22pm
Sol
The morning sun took my shadow for a walk.
It flowed over concrete,cars and grass.
Sometimes playing hide and seek with much larger shadows or stopping when I stopped to greet a friend and chat to its own shadow buddy.
Most times it was by my side,a trusted friend.
Quite often though it would be up front hoping to get to the cafe first before the other shadows did.
Or it would be loitering behind me, a truculent toddler in search of its tantrum.
Everyone has shadows.
Some can't find the sun.
It flowed over concrete,cars and grass.
Sometimes playing hide and seek with much larger shadows or stopping when I stopped to greet a friend and chat to its own shadow buddy.
Most times it was by my side,a trusted friend.
Quite often though it would be up front hoping to get to the cafe first before the other shadows did.
Or it would be loitering behind me, a truculent toddler in search of its tantrum.
Everyone has shadows.
Some can't find the sun.
#shadows
#sun
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2 Comments
DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
27th Dec 2024 2:16am
27th Dec 2024 2:16am
The Villain
I'm not the hero everyone's praising.
I'm the villain everyone wants to scorch.
I'm the one actually daring to not be a pussy and stand up against corrupt systems while still staying level with empathy and compassion.
I give myself all the credit in the world, but no one else does.
I'm the girl who dares to have the taste of bad she never got.
The kind of bad that says I care yet I'm a mystery.
You'll never see or figure me out, because the time you have, I already have moved on to my next psychoanalysis of another.
...
I'm the villain everyone wants to scorch.
I'm the one actually daring to not be a pussy and stand up against corrupt systems while still staying level with empathy and compassion.
I give myself all the credit in the world, but no one else does.
I'm the girl who dares to have the taste of bad she never got.
The kind of bad that says I care yet I'm a mystery.
You'll never see or figure me out, because the time you have, I already have moved on to my next psychoanalysis of another.
...
#shadows
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1 Comment
DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
26th Dec 2024 8:41pm
26th Dec 2024 8:41pm
So Many Voices...
#lies
#manipulation
#shadows #suffering
#shadows #suffering
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RCRayJr
Robert Ray
Robert Ray
Poem Published
18th Nov 2024 9:10pm
18th Nov 2024 9:10pm
Song of the Gypsy (I am Evil)
Song Of The Gypsy
By Robert C. Ray Jr.
1)I feel her blood squirting between my teeth. Bones splintering. The taste of her life force and sound of her screams were intoxicating. As I sucked she fell limp. Her trachea? Collapsed, and the arousal became so pleasing, so utterly thrilling that I almost choked. I became supercharged with an undeniable energy. The taste, the screams, what does all of this mean? I only lurk in the moonlight. The song of the Gypsy echoes mysteriously in my dreams. I disappeared into the shadows as her soul left her lifeless body. I am evil.
...
By Robert C. Ray Jr.
1)I feel her blood squirting between my teeth. Bones splintering. The taste of her life force and sound of her screams were intoxicating. As I sucked she fell limp. Her trachea? Collapsed, and the arousal became so pleasing, so utterly thrilling that I almost choked. I became supercharged with an undeniable energy. The taste, the screams, what does all of this mean? I only lurk in the moonlight. The song of the Gypsy echoes mysteriously in my dreams. I disappeared into the shadows as her soul left her lifeless body. I am evil.
...
#dark
#death
#evil #shadows
#evil #shadows
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