#shadow poem

[simplepilgrimpoetry]

The Shadow

The eerie shadow

follows in her wake

her companion

from dusk to daybreak

🌑

The melodic whispers

touch her ears

giving her wisdom

to wipe away the tears

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The gentle touch

has a soothing feel

for she knows her shadow

bears her no ill

[siriusfoxfriend]

Oh quizzical moon The pathways unlocked A foreign drum of literature Unraveled patience Remember who you are Where you came from And all will move Shake even In directions of desire Melancholy is tempting In a song of sad memory Elusive and breeding Cryptic vaults of intuition

[spilledthoughtspoerty]

In this space of solitude

I have began to get the feeling of regret

 I am recluse in the state of regression.

The person I never signed up to be or

the place I meant to go.

 The passion that once kept me alive

And filled my body with warm

red color that seeped through

My pores has now turned me grey

 50 shades of

blank.

 I sit breathing in the air that keeps me fruitful.

Like romance keeps the couple on their cute

Picnic lunch date,

I yearn for that time in my life

When it was calm and colorful.

[plumintheicebox]

Icing bruises

How come I came home ? Was it because you left ? I wanted something out of reach.  Why does it bother me To know you're happily attached ?

[plumintheicebox]

We know what we’re all thinking. “Perhaps you should put that rusted rim in the microwave? I hear that just a little bit of lemon juice makes the ride that much sweeter.”

[lynbrulee]

The Night I Realized I Loved You

was not while we laid in bed with lovers gaze as little white candles flickered on your nightstand, you whispered, “Stay with me.”

It was not when your head rested on my stomach as you serenaded me with renditions of my favorite Grateful Dead songs, the moon dipping beneath the top of the living room window frame.

It was not when you greeted me with marigolds to make tears retreat, apologizing for things that needed no apology.

but the night I thought I might lose you.

I’d never lose your arms, your lovers gaze, or Scarlet Begonias on your lips-- I worried it would become too hard. Cognitive decline sounded like medical jargon until I looked it in the face. Until I looked at in in your face.

Accidents happen.

[themintz]

Shadow

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As the sun climbs

So shall I fall

I walk alone

Into the eternal night

Beyond his grace

A condemned soul

Lost to the shadows

Frozen in time the beauty to behold

As silent as the night I come

Feasting, consuming, until there is nothing.

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[pr1mord1al00z3]

IF HE EVER STOPPED TALKING HE'D SAY HIMSELF

a large child of lilliputian mirrors. puking cigarette tar and serpent manifestations of  hysterical overwhelming thought, black and thin with numbers in  millions. wiping his mouth with his sharp shirt and swallowing the rest of the noodlish leftovers when done (he's never done). nearly committing suicide on any corner, but still mumbling honest prayers for unchallenged eternal life (altar of pale  european beech) (reflecting every sight at every word and words like dead leaves in november depression) he takes rabid rushed like a huge grinned starving demon to his songbook of bullshit. the hymnals dripping uncomfortable breaths  inserted into songs on self -hatred, dishonesty, guilt, drunk superegos, cyclical mundane thoughts, and literal attempts to stab oneself in the heart. all melodies gurgled out of a sickly glassy throat in an unclean rickety faucet tenor. he does not stop singing, he does not stop praising, he does not stop puking, he does not stop talking, he does not stop, he lives eternal, getting his wish to  HAUNT HAUNT HAUNT to a soundtrack of  panic attack blues.