Best Shadowy Poems
Contrary to popular myth, Einstein did NOT reject the existence of Time, but he did reject the differences of its elements, stating that "the distinction between past, present and future is only a stubbornly persistent illusion" ...
TIME ...
Is a phantom with many faces
It drifts, a blotchy mist from our early years
The cognizance of self-awareness like a patchwork quilt
Most memorable moments shining like warm sunlight
Mundane and everyday, a foggy swirl, as we slowly become ... ourselves
Memories splicing together like a movie in our mind ...
We learn and experience, as the images from memory clarify
All flowing like a rill to who and what and where we are
It is an invisible, ghostly yardstick
Chopped up into segments that we build actuality around
An ethereal inchworm, crawling at the pace we allow it
We watch it, breathless, wondering what branch it will take
What it will make or show of the now or then or later
It is beastly wraith that controls and objectifies all we do
We are powerless before it, yet we worship it with our every heartbeat
It is a monster in the dark
A horrid creature under the bed, waiting to grab our ankles
And pull us into the bleak, oily black of oblivion
It dances in the dark of night
Wearing the skin of our hopes, and the mask of our dreams
Laughing at promise like a mad moon laughs at the tides
It is a demon, immutable and brazen
The unchangeable mirror of our mistakes and pains and decisions
Thumbing its nose at our cold conscience
And yet, it is an angel, too
That carries on its wings the brightest of thoughts
The joys and loves and friendships that sustain us
Bright sparkles on the wave tops of what was, treasured and golden
And though we strain with all our might and marrow
We can never touch those many faces
For no sooner have we gazed on its visage than it has turned away
No sooner do we see it approach - smiling, waving, affirming
Than it has flashed by us in a swirl
It is our god and our devil
Our hope and our despair
Our villain and our lover
The keeper of our consciousness, moments and prospects
Our precise measure of what can NEVER be measured
And the universal spirit of existence
That will never, ever ... exist.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Writing Challenge 3, July 2019 - List" Poetry Contest, Dear Heart, Judge & Sponsor.
Shadowy dusk
the whirlwind plays
a whisper
Shadowy Sensuality
I walked in a dream on a silken cloud
Under moonlight's silver shadowy leafy shroud
Satiny leaves sunk under my feet in hushed sensuality
Slippery slopes beneath the canopy of forest's purity
The grove along the rippled watersheds
Fanned the shallow waters with its shadows overhead
The breeze whispered the most enchanting songs
Through scalloping branches over the waters gushing along
I stepped daintily over the mossy grounds
The rain kissed waving boughs held me spell bound
Heard a softened rustle to see a shadowy cape
Wet lips brushed my tresses to kiss the nape
December 1, 2015
Contest : Screwed 8
Sponsor: Rob Carmack
(November 3, 2015
Contest: Shadows
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton)
Shadowy Scavengers
The darkest hour of the hallowed night
Wake up the blood dried shadows with
Unfulfilled desires rotting in purgatory
Wriggle out of their graves to earth flying
To their unwanted descendants' homes
To fill them with fearful reminders that
Their ancestors are connected through blood ties
Beware of the denizens of the night!
Crosses and candles at the door
Scare these lifeless invisible parchments away
Thresholds laden with goodies satiate these
One night scavengers howling with the wind
Gifting and treating the tiny devilish vampires
Purge them of their undoings and guilt ridden lives
All the empty hungry souls are tricked
To the golden ladder of salvation to heaven
EIGHTH
Balveen Cheema
October 18, 2015
Contest: Halloween- Prompt-2
Sponsor: Bev Smith
I enter these deep, shadowy places
However, I don’t really have a choice
Reliving flashbacks, their evil faces
Silencing me, abuse, taking my voice
Torture was their way of keeping control
They would resort to inflicting such pain
These type of memories will always roll
By facing these shadows, I always gain
With no more running, I face what is true
So now I can speak and today I can heal
I take these shadows and make something new
Empower myself, walk through what I feel
This is my way to be all I can be
Walk through the shadows, cast away evil
Open doors within so that I can see
All the truth, gently turned into beauty
Heidi Sands
8/12/17
That short 'insignificant' sex act.
Short in duration.
Pleasurable in the present,
Yet a harbinger of blackmail, heartbreak and marital problems to the future.
That 'short' sentence spoken without restraints.
Minimal in lexical terms.
Seemingly harmless in the present.
Yet, it takes root in the mind of others.
Thus paving way for self destructive thoughts in the future.
That 'little lie' spoken to avoid the present troubles.
How little it seems.
Yet it grows.
Like a onion,
Layer by layer.
Like the cold war,
Stockpiling mass destruction for the future.
That unchecked secret habit.
Not dubbed a sin by some circles.
Thus enjoyed without restraints and seeking for help.
Preparing a pathway to obsession,
And it's attendant horde of destructive thoughts .
The dark shadowy history box is its name.
For it conceals those 'discarded actions' we think are long buried
Alas!!
Like a genie lamp,
It keeps following.
Stalking and lurking in the shadows.
Waiting for the perfect moment to appear in our future.
Waiting to be opened by our future partners and business contacts.
Waiting to unveil that 'dark patch of our lives.
Waiting to mess up everything we labored for.
I weep.
For my box is not empty.
And my dark patch not clean.
Yet i run to Jesus.
Tears in my eyes.
Praying His grace buries that box permanently and make my path straight.
I know He will heed my prayers.
Even though that box will show up later,
It's devastating effects would have been nullified by the saving power of His grace.
Beloved, every action we take has an effect on the future so let us endavour to watch our every action.
#BASHORUN
Death valley lies in heart
Lifeless rivers claims urbanity, everywhere
Tired clouds, touch less, in the far
A sky touchy way meets another,
Peahens' beds sound shocked written slogan!
Dark words take a secret glance
Shakuny's eyes make my life a strange goal
I, omnipresent god of shadow go nowhere
Think my shadowy face dearest one.
Caught up in the shadowy,
Silhouettes dancing, trembling
Like wings in breathless
Whispers, erasing all the fearless
Memories, blending worry
With confusion, desperation
Despair and sin’s onslaught stirring
Anxiety, stalking the heart like
Burdens and struggles, troubling
Even the light that remains,
Where history portrays the limits
Restricting prayers, praise, portions
Fragments of the heart’s faith,
Hope lifted to the skies who hemorrhage
Like stardust doubts falling, shadowy,
Reflecting the glistening promises
Destiny calling like the mystery
Anonymous glimmering in the heavens,
Wiping away the way it seems,
Replacing the moments with memories,
Hurrying life with a sense of relief
Knowing that this is the grace,
Bringing awake the gentling faith
Darkness surrounds my spirit
Bringing with it the sound of fear,
The desperation and dread, the doubt
Dooming my spirit to listening
Beneath the hope, silence
Explaining away the music, the dream
The beautiful that pleads with me
Believe, believe, believe – nothing
Lives there in the shadowy suspicions,
The reservations and misgivings
Are only memories who know that
When I believe -there is victory
The shadows become moments
Pleasant flashes of feeling,
Enthusiastic and blessing me
So I believe and in the believing
Discover my hearts reason for being,
My soul’s reason for achieving,
My life’s reason for bringing the feelings
The beautiful, the blessings –
Into the light, where I can see
There is more splendor in my heart
When I let the shadowy places melt away
Delighting in the presence, the love
Of One who created me to always pray
For the chance to know, to believe
With a heart that never doubts or despairs,
A soul that imagines only the goodness
Found in the presence of His grace…
With faith, the shadowy sadness
Fell away and I know what it is to say –
Love never fades, never fails – never
Flees – it is forever, like the King of Kings!
Writing Challenge - 'S' Words, Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Word: 2.shadowy
April 8, 2023
Dear little shadowy
Show me a way
To fix some enemies of mine
I'd like to make them suffer
Like they did me
I'll open a draw
which you may find interesting
but don't come back to me
and say it was a misunderstanding
once done it can't be undone
So think about it
Shadows here, shadows there, shadows everywhere,
Moving, flying, lying in wait,
Creeping out on me and my mates.
No one should expect to be safe,
Especially, if you are out late.
Scary, limp, darken and dreary,
Sending the chills to make me weary.
Every moment I’m friendless
Wishing they let me sweat less.
Shrivelled up in a strange corner,
Smelling their odd decaying odour.
Fearing them making their way,
I say a single line of prayer.
My instincts call out to run,
But should not I wait for the sun?
As I step out the door,
I fall flat on the floor.
Feeling their odious touch,
Dallying on my soft tresses,
Letting out a deep long breath,
Readying to fight this shadowy kiss of death.
Will I ever win?
Will I see them squirm?
These are my questions,
As I wake up in my realm.
Shadow of men here, there, everywhere,
Locking me up every night,
To set their fleshy desires ablaze.
Wailing, withering, wasting away,
I stay alive to be scared another day.
Well maybe I'll find love
in the shadowy doorway
of a tenement building
'neath a bullet grey sky.
Silver shrapnel will rain
down
soak our leathery feet
watered and overgrown.
Love in a shadowy doorway.
Shadowy figures reflected in the panes
Framed with aloe and bougainvilleas,
Unaware, they move furtively like spirits
Dancing in another dimension of space,
They whisper of happier times long ago
When they were young and I was not here.
written November 15, 2021
in a Puerto Vallarta restaurant
A shadowy figure has visited thrice.
It's neither demonic, human nor a creature.
It has no form, no voice, no face
Nor has it any feature!
When it arrives tween sleep and awake
Where dreams and reality merge,
There's full body paralysis but a very active mind
A bolt of fright through me does surge!
Each time, it puts pressure on my chest
But stops suddenly pre suffocation.
Though it doesn't exist, its presence feels real.
Is it only my imagination?
This silent shadow turns the room cold.
It switches off inner fight or flight.
But the freeze mode sets right in
As this happened always in the dead of night.
I'm curious to know why it appears
During times of stress. What's its identity?
Does it know that neurologists call it
An aspect of Narcolepsy?
Written 11th December 2021
For the Paranormal Contest
Sponsor: Robert James Liguori
In every effigy there is infamy...
I conceive every domain.
That is my immortal doctrine...
I see into the shadowy corners of its facade...
Feel its faded power and ruined
opulence? The cracks remain...
I construct the lines of fate...
That is only by decree.
A washed in sweet opium
I study life's delicate filigree.
I clutch for the golden ring.
The object of a lifetime desire;
To find nothing...
But ashes and twisted bared wire.
All the fire, passion n bleak rain.
Bleeds down
Down...
Into an endless drain.
Deep in the black ground...
That is my eternal pain.
Shadowy GIRLFRIEND--
See the flirting of those eyes;
He's angry at the emprise;
Finds hard to see his girlfriend;
Shadowed by weak bitter end;
She is but an active mouth,
As she sits in the deep south;
The dove likes to chase a pen,
One that's in the winter wren;
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