Long Poems About Shadows
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Long poems about shadows. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
27th Aug 2024 3:58am
27th Aug 2024 3:58am
HOW FAR YOU WILLING TO GO
It's me again the story teller of words ✍️ FOR I would like to take this time to be able, to share your thoughts on your imagination, and the flow of your deepness of your mind thoughts. For sure there will be more to see if you did really decide to take this chance at manifesting. Your mind own thoughts and insight and just imagine, that you are far away from the negativity and drama and chaos and insanity.
THAT seems to wrap you up with a code of not thinking for thyself. Now just imagine that you are on a planet, that only you were the only one that existed, far away in a...
THAT seems to wrap you up with a code of not thinking for thyself. Now just imagine that you are on a planet, that only you were the only one that existed, far away in a...
#earth
#evolution
#shadows
#StreamOfConsciousness
#universe
132 reads
4 Comments
QuietusQuill
Poem Published
30th Jun 2024 9:07pm
30th Jun 2024 9:07pm
Just kicking up Shitshimis
by dint of cenobiac punctilios
gravitational stares
spritz
as spryly
hung fire,
as an embossed dissertation
an orb of ebullience
metastasized
in the raw,
silken flesh,
as nude marble
jitter glitches
demystifying quince calypsos
with Lilith,
just knocking galaxies
out of homeostasis
into urethral embolisms
new constellations
swirl in
celestial commodes,
where I swan as a...
gravitational stares
spritz
as spryly
hung fire,
as an embossed dissertation
an orb of ebullience
metastasized
in the raw,
silken flesh,
as nude marble
jitter glitches
demystifying quince calypsos
with Lilith,
just knocking galaxies
out of homeostasis
into urethral embolisms
new constellations
swirl in
celestial commodes,
where I swan as a...
#death
#metaphor
#shadows
#StreamOfConsciousness
#universe
133 reads
1 Comment
tasia_arlene
Tasia Arlene
Tasia Arlene
Poem Published
29th May 2024 5:47am
29th May 2024 5:47am
~ hypervigilance ~
I wish someone would have told me that the effortless ability to indulge every fiber of my being into all of those that came my way- would leave me cauterizing my surging wounds.
I wonder if I still would have chosen to be the same temporary home.
Or to love I would have become immune.
Or if I would have chosen to tear the flesh off of the first person who did me wrong with bear hands and wear it over my skin.
Or if I would have so carefully sliced into their chest to grip their rotting heart.
While I watched the blood run down my...
I wonder if I still would have chosen to be the same temporary home.
Or to love I would have become immune.
Or if I would have chosen to tear the flesh off of the first person who did me wrong with bear hands and wear it over my skin.
Or if I would have so carefully sliced into their chest to grip their rotting heart.
While I watched the blood run down my...
#dark
#love
#narrative
#prose
#shadows
190 reads
1 Comment
LiamReeduus
LiamReedus
LiamReedus
Poem Published
21st Feb 2024 11:05pm
21st Feb 2024 11:05pm
Night vision
Crossing borders Canada never been here before.
Whole drive my mind and heart tore.
I still see you my love tears fill my eyes I still adore
Tree after tree each kilometer pass.
Pull up for petrol back out fast.
I'll break the steering wheel I don't ease my grasp.
Out by a lake British Colombia has peace.
Some lady won't quit speaking, go away please.
You don't know me not in the least.
I dint want to talk or eat with you.
I want to be alone is that wrong to do.
I had to move before my temper blew.
...
Whole drive my mind and heart tore.
I still see you my love tears fill my eyes I still adore
Tree after tree each kilometer pass.
Pull up for petrol back out fast.
I'll break the steering wheel I don't ease my grasp.
Out by a lake British Colombia has peace.
Some lady won't quit speaking, go away please.
You don't know me not in the least.
I dint want to talk or eat with you.
I want to be alone is that wrong to do.
I had to move before my temper blew.
...
#regret
#grief
#shadows
#suffering
#emptiness
158 reads
1 Comment
JaisaOak
Jaisa
Jaisa
Poem Published
2nd Aug 2023 3:47pm
2nd Aug 2023 3:47pm
Heyoka Empath
Heyoka Heyoka, sacred clown,
The Native American Indians found,
The most powerful empath there could ever be,
While I was awakening, I recognised me.
All those years of every diagnosis,
I knew this was more than just psychosis.
Absorbing the emotions of those crossing my path,
Feeling hurt and pain of people’s wrath.
Knowing this, after forty years,
Is clarification for blood, sweat and tears.
The Heyokas’ experience many forms of hell,
There’s no longer a fight, no need to rebel.
A spiritual...
The Native American Indians found,
The most powerful empath there could ever be,
While I was awakening, I recognised me.
All those years of every diagnosis,
I knew this was more than just psychosis.
Absorbing the emotions of those crossing my path,
Feeling hurt and pain of people’s wrath.
Knowing this, after forty years,
Is clarification for blood, sweat and tears.
The Heyokas’ experience many forms of hell,
There’s no longer a fight, no need to rebel.
A spiritual...
#shadows
#faith
#spiritual #support
#spiritual #support
214 reads
5 Comments
Cipher_O
Poem Published
10th May 2023 9:14pm
10th May 2023 9:14pm
Alaskan Snows Revisited
It’s like
people who move to Alaska: Moving
there for a new start.
Moving there to heal a broken heart.
Moving there
to pursue their art.
A never ending revelation in a vista of vastness.
Face of nature being embraced by nature.
The chance to study the geometry of harmony and happiness.
* * *
Contrast this
to the mad bomber who sends bombs to mail boxes
from their Alaskan cabin (I know that happened in Montana but you know what I mean)
* * *
There...
people who move to Alaska: Moving
there for a new start.
Moving there to heal a broken heart.
Moving there
to pursue their art.
A never ending revelation in a vista of vastness.
Face of nature being embraced by nature.
The chance to study the geometry of harmony and happiness.
* * *
Contrast this
to the mad bomber who sends bombs to mail boxes
from their Alaskan cabin (I know that happened in Montana but you know what I mean)
* * *
There...
#shadows
192 reads
2 Comments
Cipher_O
Poem Published
5th May 2023 10:40am
5th May 2023 10:40am
The Hidden Circuitry of the Margins
Around the time I started writing,
somewhere around freshman year
of high school, I met some people
who would become some of the
best friends I ever had. One of
them was from California.
I thought that was real cool.
He was a long haired, surfer/skateboarder.
His mom took a liking to me.
* * *
She was an intellectual with lupus, who seemed
To enjoy talking with me.
I remember, during this time, I would have such
Deep conversations with all kinds of people.
...
somewhere around freshman year
of high school, I met some people
who would become some of the
best friends I ever had. One of
them was from California.
I thought that was real cool.
He was a long haired, surfer/skateboarder.
His mom took a liking to me.
* * *
She was an intellectual with lupus, who seemed
To enjoy talking with me.
I remember, during this time, I would have such
Deep conversations with all kinds of people.
...
#shadows
144 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2023 5:21am
3rd Apr 2023 5:21am
The Discovery of Coffee
The Discovery of Coffee
Her spirit was first made flesh
before the fall of Atlantis
in the ancient coffee forests
of the Ethiopian plateau
where she was the first
to find out that the bean
was more than something
picked by children for fun
And she was the one of those kids
Who gathered magic beans for play
Only to learn that they made much more
Than a basket full of pretty seeds
But when dropped in a pot
Held over a fire
Became a brew of exquisite...
Her spirit was first made flesh
before the fall of Atlantis
in the ancient coffee forests
of the Ethiopian plateau
where she was the first
to find out that the bean
was more than something
picked by children for fun
And she was the one of those kids
Who gathered magic beans for play
Only to learn that they made much more
Than a basket full of pretty seeds
But when dropped in a pot
Held over a fire
Became a brew of exquisite...
#women
#childhood
#Africa
#shadows
#coffee
183 reads
8 Comments
dull_boy
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2023 1:50am
23rd Feb 2023 1:50am
all in a day’s work
i get dressed
drive to work
call my wife
apologize for losing my cool again
punch the clock
smile at everyone
clean the filth
purge the shoals and herds
creepers and crawlers
oil stains and stringy, viscous fluids
fruit flies, rats and german roaches
industrial cleaning chemicals that ruin clothes
cold, hard floors strewn with the goo and blood of a million mollusks
sticky surfaces that seem to glue dust and small bugs to them
hot air coming in all directions from hotter heads
businesspeople meet to discuss business ...
drive to work
call my wife
apologize for losing my cool again
punch the clock
smile at everyone
clean the filth
purge the shoals and herds
creepers and crawlers
oil stains and stringy, viscous fluids
fruit flies, rats and german roaches
industrial cleaning chemicals that ruin clothes
cold, hard floors strewn with the goo and blood of a million mollusks
sticky surfaces that seem to glue dust and small bugs to them
hot air coming in all directions from hotter heads
businesspeople meet to discuss business ...
#shadows
#TruthOfLife
#greed
#hypocrisy
#job
174 reads
1 Comment
Cipher_O
Poem Published
29th Dec 2022 8:12am
29th Dec 2022 8:12am
DeepUnderground#21
DeepUnderground#21
”Dr Maze.?. Dr Maze. I like it…” - Cipher_O
(David’s Apartment)
The air is of a different composition, undertaken in an influence…
Electric.
Air, shimmering.
“That was nice.” Katherine says.
“It was.” David responds.
“I don’t… I am don’t typically just kiss a person like that. It was as if I couldn’t control myself.” He continues.
A connection forms in her mind.
“You know… I was actually just thinking about the nature of free will.”
Each time...
”Dr Maze.?. Dr Maze. I like it…” - Cipher_O
(David’s Apartment)
The air is of a different composition, undertaken in an influence…
Electric.
Air, shimmering.
“That was nice.” Katherine says.
“It was.” David responds.
“I don’t… I am don’t typically just kiss a person like that. It was as if I couldn’t control myself.” He continues.
A connection forms in her mind.
“You know… I was actually just thinking about the nature of free will.”
Each time...
#shadows
158 reads
0 Comments
stevenyprince
alysha
alysha
Poem Published
25th Dec 2022 6:50pm
25th Dec 2022 6:50pm
Hum
Welcome in the living breathing meadows
Into the heavens of one's chest
Unfolding the breezes
Wide awake and listening,
Relaxed unrest buzzing
Joyously past time for bed
Sway with the shadows who escaped the head
Humming soft as gentle snow falling
Whisper encantations of forgiving appreciation
For they carry winter solstice back home
Opening and closing, an infinite surrender
Like...
Into the heavens of one's chest
Unfolding the breezes
Wide awake and listening,
Relaxed unrest buzzing
Joyously past time for bed
Sway with the shadows who escaped the head
Humming soft as gentle snow falling
Whisper encantations of forgiving appreciation
For they carry winter solstice back home
Opening and closing, an infinite surrender
Like...
#sex
#universe
#shadows
#mirror
#passion
413 reads
2 Comments
Cipher_O
Poem Published
22nd Dec 2022 7:18am
22nd Dec 2022 7:18am
DeepUnderground#10
DeepUnderground#10
“The hemisphere of her…” - Cipher_O
(David’s Apartment)
Tenderized, in scintillating aspects, the heat, the warmth, he is coming unraveled, inside of himself, to the outside of himself, which was previously the inside.
Learning to be more at ease.
Not laissez faire, just…
Less given to what he self diagnosed as:
Undiagnosable derivation of some disorder, revised and edited, over the course of the diagnostic manuals.
* * *
Saliva expands in ink blotting.
Tongue...
“The hemisphere of her…” - Cipher_O
(David’s Apartment)
Tenderized, in scintillating aspects, the heat, the warmth, he is coming unraveled, inside of himself, to the outside of himself, which was previously the inside.
Learning to be more at ease.
Not laissez faire, just…
Less given to what he self diagnosed as:
Undiagnosable derivation of some disorder, revised and edited, over the course of the diagnostic manuals.
* * *
Saliva expands in ink blotting.
Tongue...
#shadows
160 reads
4 Comments
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