Shadowed Poems - Poems about Shadowed

..."Marionette of Flesh in a Borrowed Dress" - Daniel Henry Rodgers The hourglass, a skeletal jester, mocks in the tomb's chill, Each falling grain an emaciated ......Read the rest...

...It is a gift I have been given you - Though us two, both shadowed by the lamp light Are split sideways and depressed by life. Have you been fed up from not getting love? How each, we reach for ......Read the rest...

... She was with me, untouchable, intangible, and yet she caressed me with her breath in an intimate way on a balmy night in April, I shall never forget. Patiently, I waited for shadowed clouds ......Read the rest...

...Does a broken mirror reflect again? Are we shadowed by our past and sins? Can fallen flowers return to branches? Are our traumas rippling avalanches? Is fate a tightrope we must follow? Can we ......Read the rest...

...whiplash by the rain cheeks stained by long sad teardrops shadowed by the storm......Read the rest...

...The subway station heaves with muffled noise, The shuffle of countless feet against the grime, I am aware of unfounded disdain, Coursing between strangers in the city's bowels. The ancient fluo......Read the rest...

... My heart lay barely beating, drowning in a marinade of salted tears that fell from my reddened eyes. Blood dripped down my chin from biting my swollen lips as if they were wounded like a heart p......Read the rest...

...In the silent, shadowed halls of night, Where whispers dance with ghostly light, Lies the realm where death does tread, A sovereign land, where all fear to head. Cloaked in darkness, a figure s......Read the rest...

...In the shadowed grove, where moonlight wanes, A raven perches, feathers inked with midnight stains. Its eyes, twin orbs of obsidian, hold secrets untold, As it croaks its mournful tale, a story of......Read the rest...

...In shadowed halls, I've followed the quiet threads of power,   Charting each muffled cry, its subtle sway in time,  Silently navigating the veiled histories held in their gaze.   Indeed, the wor......Read the rest...

...The resonance of the old vampire’s voice holds the soul of the French Quarter; Thick as a rich pot of red beans and rice just waiting to be devoured; You can hear the succulent sound of jazz ......Read the rest...

...In earth's mournful sigh, the day does fade, A quietus bow, as light to dark is made. The sun descends; its fervor now grown still, As night's embrace, a somber, haunting thrill. Death's whispe......Read the rest...

... Be the rising Moon in my dark nights, for I am thirsty for your light. Rumi Thirsty as a dry and parched rose in the dessert Her liquid light of effervescent blu......Read the rest...

...Hallucinogenic hymnals; I hear you, you mirror angels as you sit shadowed by candles; Lost to scandals, lost to scandals; An urge to sin makes me whimper; With a vile of Holy Water you touc......Read the rest...

...Under the broad sweep of endless sky, In that rare and hallowed moment When the moon, in audacious stealth, Edges before the sun, A quietude descends, profound and deep. The air, thick with an......Read the rest...