Shadows Poems

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Shadows

Shadows long poem

“They told me they were leaving”, He said, with trembling hands. “I believed them but I shouldn’t have, They still taunt me every day.” Stories like these, numerous I’ve heard- Of shadows long and shadows dark. These voices, shrieks of

Shadows

Shadows short poem

The memories are closing in I fear there’s no escape. The things I said and things I did Follow me like shadows. A curt remark, a smart retort I thought I was so clever. How many did I hurt While

Dark Shadows

Dark Shadows short poem

The dark shadows will one day envelop the entire sky, no one will ever dare to fly, with the darkness rising above us, we will be always watched by the devil’s eye. someday, somehow, someone might rise, a prince will

Memories In The Shadows

Memories In The Shadows short poem

Sometimes I feel all alone, In my world of hurt and pain, And no matter what you say or do, The memories come back again. I sit alone in darkness, Watching shadows creep on the walls, Feeling hurt and terrified,

Shadows Of Her

Shadows Of Her long poem

His obsession radiates deep into realms of eternity of the most dark, sinister and raw nature and he listens as the darkness of her whispers in the deep midnight hour “Do you dare to love such shadows as me?” He

Dancing Shadows

Dancing Shadows short poem

High in the Great Canadian Rockies; on the shoreline of a rippling mountain stream, dancing shadows are reflected in the eyes of a massive, supreme bull elk. A gentle breeze is gracefully guiding the leaves of glorious fall tapestry, jagged

A Walk Through The Shadows

A Walk Through The Shadows long poem

The Shadow of a Broken Word do you see? The Shadow of a Lifeless Entity Beneath your feet. The sunray hits your face where you glow, Shadowy tears on the other side so flow, Which you are afraid to show.

The Shadows

The Shadows short poem

They live in plain sight but hidden from view Attached to each person like a permanent tattoo They stretch before you in the morning and shrink at midday Its already to late when you realize you’re prey Waiting in silence

Mist In The Shadows

Mist In The Shadows long poem

More choices is an illusion that laces the present with hope. Incessant are our needs yet like an endless race. Sullied with unattainable goals- we take a step back for a better perspective. Tracing our steps we devise plans that

Shadows

Shadows long poem

The glint of steel, so sharp and smooth, beneath my fragile fingers. Delicate inlaid patterns reflect an afterimage that lingers. As a child I’d hide beneath cotton sheets feigning death, that I could deceive. Then risking a peep from beneath

Shadows Of The Eternal Heart

Shadows Of The Eternal Heart short poem

She’s as dark as midnight, dark as pitch, darker than the foulest bitch Give your dark heart to me Your presence torments every part of my body I dream about you so passionately My dreams are the regrets of my

Under The Shadows

Under The Shadows short poem

Looking around for a loop of light, a captive throws out his trove of litter and ask for a right to be killed. This was question hour of your conscience. Who would now act as on executioner? Anybody who has

Shadows Of Time.

Shadows Of Time. prose poem

Photographs are time machines to the past. Instant moments in time reflecting back to current eyes. A street scene of Boston is hung on my wall a moment sliced out of time from 1893. Trolley cars side by side waggling

Shadows

Shadows short poem

Standing in your shadow This is all that I know A picture perfect family Don’t let anybody see Late at night its rising Dark yet oh so blinding Numb to the pain now The voices in my brain scowl Draw

The Shadows and the Snow

The Shadows and the Snow short poem

Footsteps formed on the bleached evening ground, created side by side, slowly born to the nothingness of the evening, manifested to the midnight blue. No one watched, no one knew, the overwhelming power that pulled them to life, together, on

Shadows

Shadows short poem

From your shadows it is born, From the shadows that you scorn, Under your feet it will hide, In your fears it will reside, In your mind it will play, On your sanity it will prey, It’s body has no

Shadows

Shadows short poem

Gossamer canal– Gondolier into inky emptiness Harried lights twinkling beyond. Peristaltic whoosh Ice mountain collapses To intrusive echoes From a world less traveled. Nostrils cleared Eyes wiped clean Swaddled Into a mazel-trampled world. The lackeys lay claim To another Borne

Evening Shadows

Evening Shadows prose poem

Marching slowly towards western horizon The sun goes to plunge down the hills over there As if exhausted by the day- long travel Traversing the sky from one end to the other . Wonder if it seeks for a little

Shadows In Her Heart

Shadows In Her Heart short poem

I’m looking at him he is looking at someone else i’m helping her yet she thanks someone else I’m tagging along behind them they walk even faster I get home and call my mom she is busy I go to

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Shadow Dancing

Shadow Dancing short poem

Dancing Shadows High in the Great Canadian Rockies; on the shoreline of a rippling mountain stream, dancing shadows are reflected in the eyes of a massive, supreme bull elk. A gentle breeze is gracefully guiding the leaves of glorious fall

Amen!

Amen! short poem

I would give anything to die in you, in your belly, innocently. My voice of dissent should hold the wings atop the kisses. The wards in between fall on choked Eustachian. A global grief encircles the fallen gods, prophets of

Candlelight

Candlelight short poem

Magic by CANDLELIGHT every night I’m sending my love to you oooh Knock, knock on wood just like the Oracles of Sybille and Wi-Fi of Delphi It’s a triple star path on a pale pony Ride, back to moon shadow

Poems containing references to : Shadows

Shadow

Shadow short poem

I stand alone at the busy street The street is crowded with footprints Vehicles and the blowing horns But I feel all alone. The light of life goes away from my eyes I feel death comes to me with a

Cartographers of Consciousness

Cartographers of Consciousness long poem

The train has already departed, From the country that they call yesterday, Into the territories uncharted, Leaving behind the remains of the day. Leaving behind the sobbing hills and churches, And nurseries full of sighing, And forests of ashen pines

Soliloquy

Soliloquy prose poem

I In that quiet and still moment loneliness hit her, Like an empty vessel, like a roaring shore less ocean. Once she opened her mouth to speak The sluice gates of emotion let loose the words. Words, which tumbled and

Night

Night short poem

Darkness.. my cigarette end glows like a blood shot eye the mud wasp chirps the house rat scuttle by the shrill “Ge-ecko” of Geckos… a dog perched on its hind limbs sends out unpleasant vibrations picked up by its mate

The War Went On

The War Went On short poem

I looked into the darkness And there they were. Some were barely twenty A few a little more. They did not move, They were dead. And the war went on without them. Back into the jungle, Like deadly ghost we

The Bench

The Bench long poem

There’s a bench in the park where an old couple sit holding hands and laughing as the children play and flit about on the swings and slides with boundless joy, inciting memories of when they were girl and boy. The

A Photographer

A Photographer short poem

A photographer captures a mystery, Of an unheard allegory, One that is deep and subaqueous, has memories engraved and precious. He collects beautiful images, reflecting candid moments & stages, unfolding a legendary lineage, captivating one’s mind’s envisage! It is at

‘Love’ Is All You Have To Say

Love Is All You Have To Say short poem

Let’s live this moment of life today… As if we have no other day… And when someone asks what you do? ‘Love’ is all you have to say… Let’s spread our wings to fly today Fly as if we will

7 Leaves

7 Leaves short poem

The old tree grew in my grandfather’s compound It used to be beautiful and fruitful all around Birds always came down in swoops to surround Nobody knows the type of tree or fruit anymore It has no fruits anymore only the

The Refuge

The Refuge short poem

I see the colours shading the pretty smile in thoughts forlorn, The tears as bright as a diamond, but that shone aloof and alone. I hide the whimsical rays in the pocket of hope, But the hope that knows nowhere

To The Solitary Stranger

To The Solitary Stranger long poem

Part I Has the spring of poetry faded away? In a deluge of falling leaves, When the shadows and lights are at play, Like transient doubts and beliefs. Have words become faceless apparitions, Gazing into the boundless night, At ancient

Wish

Wish elegy

Please write this on my gravestone, Spring, March, flowers of ’82, You too must remember me, Unrivalled, but unrivalled I could not be, Tunes untuned to hear it gash, Water rips my inner soul instead, Silence too shouts deep within,

All Things That Bloom To Grief

All Things That Bloom To Grief short poem

Ain’t it a paradise when you see, all things beautiful, white and grey? When the melodies of life lit up in glee, all things surreal painted in this air. Ain’t it a heaven as you crawl and beckon, the white

That One Day

That One Day short poem

One day the sun will shine for me, one day the shadows will flee, one day the birds will sing again in the tree, one day the stars will be aligned for me, one day the rivers will be sweet,

Lady Elusive

Lady Elusive long poem

In the labyrinthine corridors of life As we wander in hope of a distant and obscure prize It is seldom known what awaits around the next corner Like the day when I first laid eyes upon her An image of

Poem Of Sinners And Saints (v3)

Poem Of Sinners And Saints (v3) prose poem

Sinners hurt. While moonlight cracks open like a walnut, spreads soft light across open sky, they dart to alleyways, bury themselves behind their own trails shaking fists at the sky; hiding their nasty nonsense in shame, city buildings rattle their

Life as an Old Man’s Déjà Vu

Life as an Old Man’s Déjà Vu short poem

It feels like in some place Else, I’ve been here – now, then And before! I seem to embrace A life of times I know not when; The fall of this evening’s sunset Ripens red recesses in the head; I

In A Box

In A Box prose poem

In a box with rusty padlocks in a corner of my head, Are the broken toys of a childhood, laid to rest in premature separation. Drowned emotions and strangled feelings, together dressed in black, Are shadows of an inquisitive soul

The Fragile Facade

The Fragile Facade long poem

How frail, in truth, is the world that we tread The captains and kings predicting calm seas ahead As they’re riding high, upon their silver spoons Laughing, as below the world withers; dying blooms How thin the membrane of life’s

Himself A Poet

Himself A Poet long poem

Sitting in a cushioned chair in his living room, absurdly comfortable, while he reads Georg Trakl’s late poems, the old man, himself a poet, drifts into a shallow sleep. He is alone in that place of Being, where desire and

Coma

Coma short poem

« I shall remember while the light lasts And in the darkness I shall not forget » [“Non-Catholic” Cemetery, Rome: headstone 2515] Unable to Enlighten the twilight between consciousness And unconsciousness She leaves aside the despair Of those attending -Just

If I Could Rewind The Hand Of The Time

If I Could Rewind The Hand Of The Time ballad

One beautiful Sunday afternoon, down by the valley where the waters cascading down the rocks upon the stony bed I sat, lost in reverie on my life continuous struggles when His shadows appeared, silhouetted against the fading sun upon the

Florence, a walk with a view

Florence, a walk with a view short poem

« Wer noch kein / Melancholiker ist, / Muß es hier werden » [H. Czechowski] At the first shadows upon Arcetri, step by step -absorbed In thoughts – you descended from the Observatory to Galileo avenue, and from there to

A Voice within…

A Voice within… short poem

There is a voice in me, I listen to barely. Invisible as phantom shadows, It haunts me, taunts me. I sip some poison Inebriated; It flaunts me. It knocks me off, Scissors me in two, ‘Good or evil, whose baby

Brothers are Sleeping

Brothers are Sleeping short poem

Brothers are sleeping on the battlefield so gently.. Brothers are sleeping as if they will never wake, They are dreaming of a world where they will have no reason to fight again… Can you see? there the pilgrims are passing

Leftover Conversations

Leftover Conversations long poem

What is left to come across? everything seems to be lying open fatefully exposed before i could reach. Potbellied realities were reluctant to change they seemed to retire with confusions of shadows and full stops. There seems to be so

The Moonlight Warrior

The Moonlight Warrior short poem

Darkness shrouds the dying day, turning everything still but the shadows, growing they are now the undead, gliding towards altars for their daily prey. The silence is just a blindfold, the night but an illusion, things unheard best left unsaid,

Tenuous Sinew

Tenuous Sinew short poem

The shadow crawls across the room and slips behind the door I sit and light a fire in the middle of the floor The fire burns brightly but I want more Smoke fills the room and an apparition of golden

Innocence

Innocence short poem

I am no more innocent but I still recall the child I was.. when I stared into the eyes of demon and let him crumble me me a passive entity just trying to break free I don’t remember when I

The Mirror In The Brook

The Mirror In The Brook long poem

On a lonely day, I stare at the shaking trees, And falling leaves. Deciduous leaves leave the boughs, And a stream flows and stirs about Like a lovely lough. A scene so beautiful, I looked and adored nature’s manoeuvre, What

You Are…

You Are... short poem

In the turbid brooding skies, And restive trees beneath, In the innards of my eyes, And in those shadows fleet, you are. In the scented mountain breeze, And the trembling blades of grass, Where the mist clad mountains coalesce, And

Pam’s peaceful place

Pams peaceful place prose poem

We had a bountiful garden filled with sweet corn and peas We had tasted good vegetables before, but none so good as these In an area of south eastern wisconsin, just across the illinois state line We discovered a place

Broken Man

Broken Man short poem

Broken Man When you’re down and out Ain’t no friends about Pissed off you could almost shout But no one here to hear No one comes near Loneliness may be contagious You can pick up ‘loser’ if you don’t wash