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.
Shadows of Alluring
Beneath the starless obsidian sky
dancing to pulsing echos of silence
deep as the grave, haunting moon
touching lips speaking in whispers
in shadows of alluring melancholia
tween love's devotion and obsession
dancing to pulsing echos of silence
deep as the grave, haunting moon
touching lips speaking in whispers
in shadows of alluring melancholia
tween love's devotion and obsession
#love
#obsession
#philosophical #shadows
#philosophical #shadows
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Killing Me Softly _ with "Adagio"
Dancing with shadows at midnight's spell
Casting sweet curses into my soul
Pas de bourrée to the magic of fairy tunes
A euphony from the gramophone
Killing me softly with a wand
Fawning the memory of what was
Now just a firefly left to die
Casting sweet curses into my soul
Pas de bourrée to the magic of fairy tunes
A euphony from the gramophone
Killing me softly with a wand
Fawning the memory of what was
Now just a firefly left to die
#bittersweet
#collaboration
#night #shadows
#night #shadows
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Whose Shadow Now - with Lilliputian
Set back from on the cul-de-sac the house stood silent surrounded by a flamboyance of pink plastic flamingos that turned their heads and preamble the inhuman condition.
Taking his work home, from the mortuary. Silhouette shadows stole bodies and followed him to Apple Valley Lane. Taking possession as if a scripted cold moon jiving with psychotic superstitious lunatics, creeping in Seattle leaking cider of a disorder as if dripping from the oil pan of a Toyota. Brought on by intoxicated unhallowed sounds of decadent scalpels.
He felt insufficient as if his own Neanderthal...
Taking his work home, from the mortuary. Silhouette shadows stole bodies and followed him to Apple Valley Lane. Taking possession as if a scripted cold moon jiving with psychotic superstitious lunatics, creeping in Seattle leaking cider of a disorder as if dripping from the oil pan of a Toyota. Brought on by intoxicated unhallowed sounds of decadent scalpels.
He felt insufficient as if his own Neanderthal...
#collaboration
#dark
#ghosts #shadows
#ghosts #shadows
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Waiting for Aristotle
Dowager's hors d'oeuvres from artifacts
parting the parcel of her psychology
listening as dark nibbles fennel seeds
of narcissistic sociopaths schizophrenia
from the tender loin's obsession
of Mr. Hyde's flying monkeys
totally fucked-up waiting for Aristotle
parting the parcel of her psychology
parting the parcel of her psychology
listening as dark nibbles fennel seeds
of narcissistic sociopaths schizophrenia
from the tender loin's obsession
of Mr. Hyde's flying monkeys
totally fucked-up waiting for Aristotle
parting the parcel of her psychology
#dark
#deception
#hypocrisy
#insomnia
#shadows
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Sunburst: The Age of the Slaughtered Lamb
with a grind, than a halt
sunburst chariots falter
glistening in the shade
of harmony.
beholden and drastic
casualties of conflict
quivering jawline, darting eyes
from beneath a masquerade
spoken in phrases of peace
trumpets blare, bombs burst
indiglow clouds passing by
arsenic and old lace, no trace
to be left...just a frown that evades
the teardrop from a clown.
no quarter given, no resistance taken.
for bravery is our mission.
when the trumpet sounds, hooves
will shake...
sunburst chariots falter
glistening in the shade
of harmony.
beholden and drastic
casualties of conflict
quivering jawline, darting eyes
from beneath a masquerade
spoken in phrases of peace
trumpets blare, bombs burst
indiglow clouds passing by
arsenic and old lace, no trace
to be left...just a frown that evades
the teardrop from a clown.
no quarter given, no resistance taken.
for bravery is our mission.
when the trumpet sounds, hooves
will shake...
#dystopian
#fire
#scifi
#shadows
#sun
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Dickens to Monet
From Dickens to Monet, haunting
the loins of my decadent tongue
like an uninvited marigold
stuck in my mind's citadel
of debauchery's obsession
casting a shadow of analysis
of hermaphrodite fellatio
dripping viscera from the quill
caressing my sweet infidel
of mascara's stagnant hell
sucked in by my craven soul
the loins of my decadent tongue
like an uninvited marigold
stuck in my mind's citadel
of debauchery's obsession
casting a shadow of analysis
of hermaphrodite fellatio
dripping viscera from the quill
caressing my sweet infidel
of mascara's stagnant hell
sucked in by my craven soul
#dark
#emptiness
#shadows #erotic
#shadows #erotic
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Jilted Fungus - with Everavalon
"God didn't make little green apples..."
Like a jilted fungus, a shadow of "khaki
insipid" the fog hung over the city like
parasites. A grog haunting cobblestones
drowning out gaslights as an undertaker
applying mascara to mannequins as the
pendulum rang thrice like a scythe
peeling the mites and scabs of decadency
The perpetual rawness of uncut manipulations.
Standing ovations as death softly sighs. Prying
perspirations while we wade through the molten
shoal of schism. Wisdom in flashes; mere ashes ...
Like a jilted fungus, a shadow of "khaki
insipid" the fog hung over the city like
parasites. A grog haunting cobblestones
drowning out gaslights as an undertaker
applying mascara to mannequins as the
pendulum rang thrice like a scythe
peeling the mites and scabs of decadency
The perpetual rawness of uncut manipulations.
Standing ovations as death softly sighs. Prying
perspirations while we wade through the molten
shoal of schism. Wisdom in flashes; mere ashes ...
#collaboration
#dark
#shadows
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Street People
Cold in the crisper dark origins of my mind
haunting the silence of my insanity's curse
hanging on to the pinion of my philosophy
chilling with prostitutes wearing stilettos
with a lusting appetite for insatiable wraith
inbred by lusting undead on Route 66
hanging out with the street people
wearing a faceless shadow in LA...
moving east to Chicago
haunting the silence of my insanity's curse
hanging on to the pinion of my philosophy
chilling with prostitutes wearing stilettos
with a lusting appetite for insatiable wraith
inbred by lusting undead on Route 66
hanging out with the street people
wearing a faceless shadow in LA...
moving east to Chicago
#dark
#homelessness
#LifeStruggles #shadows
#LifeStruggles #shadows
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Paraffin Wax
my darkness encroaches in
turning their eyes from pitch-black
to sparkling white, banshee screams
"Let me out!"
the music smells like a tributary
where the water ends, shout on
you voices from the beyond...
for there's aggravation in the air
aggression on the airwaves.
with a flood of aggression
closer we are to edit, fingering
dials and diodes, the rhythm
bores into your frontal lobe
like a rusty spike, probing
through cavities, sealing thoughts
with wax
turning their eyes from pitch-black
to sparkling white, banshee screams
"Let me out!"
the music smells like a tributary
where the water ends, shout on
you voices from the beyond...
for there's aggravation in the air
aggression on the airwaves.
with a flood of aggression
closer we are to edit, fingering
dials and diodes, the rhythm
bores into your frontal lobe
like a rusty spike, probing
through cavities, sealing thoughts
with wax
#dark
#fate
#ghosts
#gothic
#shadows
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Silence of Madness
Breathlessly whispering, listening to insanity near
laughing into the cell phone screaming in my ear
plagiarising silence of madness little Miss Froggy
shaking schizophrenia insanity in the rocking chair
hands-free fleshing the bones of my cuddly bear
living in fear of the coffin's boggy
laughing into the cell phone screaming in my ear
plagiarising silence of madness little Miss Froggy
shaking schizophrenia insanity in the rocking chair
hands-free fleshing the bones of my cuddly bear
living in fear of the coffin's boggy
#dark
#death
#emptiness #shadows
#emptiness #shadows
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I Am Shadow
I am a shadow of twilight
a charade of flesh
masquerading
I am the scavenger
of your fate
screaming
I am the grave
of your decaying corpse
taunting your bones
I am your misery
of your adultress memories
lying underfoot
I am a shadow
of your grotesque
a charade of flesh
masquerading
I am the scavenger
of your fate
screaming
I am the grave
of your decaying corpse
taunting your bones
I am your misery
of your adultress memories
lying underfoot
I am a shadow
of your grotesque
#dark
#shadows
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Weak of Mind
City of windows at shadows door
looking down unlocking the blind
fleeing from the ember gate
hoodwinked by the weak of mind
of insanity's echos creeping
hearing voices of a similar kind
burning at both ends of wasted time
looking down unlocking the blind
fleeing from the ember gate
hoodwinked by the weak of mind
of insanity's echos creeping
hearing voices of a similar kind
burning at both ends of wasted time
#corruption
#dark
#deception
#lies
#shadows
187 reads
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