Shadows Poems | Examples

In the Shadows

The corners hold a murmur,
a breath against the pane,
a low and restless rustling
like the whisper of the rain.
They gather where the light grows thin,
along the quiet wall—
those shifting little whispers
that seem to fill the hall.
They echo through the quiet rooms
where busy thoughts collide,
a restless tide of words
with nowhere left to hide.
Yet even in the heavy dusk,
beneath the murmuring tread,
there is a quiet, steady voice
that lives inside my head.

Shadows

Appears alone under the mad moonlight. 
Moves melodically with inept inertia 
Faceless flora, shapeless sapiens 
Kissing clandestine by the elderly elk.
Hands hurried with precise passion 
Cutting curfew is non-negotiable.
Infant inception in dark destinies.

Born of shadows

Before the first dawn split the sky,
before light learned to speak,
there was darkness
endless, ancient, alive. ??
From that abyss came chaos,
from chaos came pain,
and from pain came us.
We are not children of the light.
We are forged by shadow,
carved by silence,
tempered by storms no eye has seen.
The world believes darkness destroys.
It does not.
It creates.
It burns away illusion,
tears apart weakness,
and leaves only truth standing.
Your scars are not wounds
they are scripture,
verses written in fire and survival,
proof that you were broken open
only to be rebuilt unshakable. ??
Do not curse the shadows
that raised you.
They taught you what the light never could:
that strength is not given..
it is forged in the places
no one dares to look.
Even the stars were born
from the deepest black,
their brilliance a rebellion
against the void. ??
And so are you.
Rise, not quietly,
but like a prophecy fulfilled.
Rise, not as a survivor,
but as a storm that silences the rain. ??
We are all born of shadows...
and shadows do not fear the dark.

— Heart Hacker ??

Dancing of Shadows

It’s a nice old wood 
she says as we hand-in-hand
walk and the dancing
shadows of old trees filtered
from summer sun meet us there.

" Rebel of the Shadows"

I experienced early on the block
Don't respect a rebel

So I etched my own lane, created 
On truth,

And battled every day just to
Earn my come-up

' Cause the streets only fear a real rebel

One who won't fold, won't flex from the truth. 

Some twilights I bled for the cost of truth

But discomfort never immobilized  my

Hierarchy rise,

It only amplified the fire in a rebel. 

Rebel, truth, rise; the lore I transmit through 

The shadows

The Valley of Shadows

I walked through the valley of darkness.
How breathtakingly beautiful it was.

Gaze of birds watching over me,
I draw a veil molded in ocher clay.

I walked holding my breath.

Unseen, the ticking sound of unseen birds,
I walked through that valley of darkness,
Drawing yet another veil.

I do not pray.
At least not in this moment.

Though my body is feminine,
Inheriting the wild instincts of a seven-generation cat,

Before a swarm of cockroaches can infect me in an instant,
I sense it beforehand and let out a fierce roar.
"Meow!" "Hssss!"

Why, you ask?

The life of the slum
Always cries out,

Even within its depths,
Building its own cruel pyramid,
To attack me—
Someone they deem even less than themselves.

Shadows And Pillows

Story of gentle metazoans in yellow

Furry and soft, above trees and below

      Frolicking after four

      Canoodling on flour

Shadows of naughty paws on meadow.

Penumbra

The soft light slowly starts to fade
Where shadows erewhile softly played,
A PENUMBRA begins to spread,
An ELIXIR sets out to head 
IMBUED with a magical shine
That seems to lengthen one`s lifeline
With outgrowth of a tender grace
Seeming to fly in time and space
With onset of a feel of peace
And a sense of distinctive bliss.

Triggered Shadows

Many adults seem
like they are 
spiritually broken
and the youth
already knows
so when we
show the light
and call
things out
openly
the ones
who do not
know how to
be honest
or self-regulate
will always
send forth
what we write
to one another
all just so they
can psychoanalyze
and crash out
about what we said
to whoever will
listen
even though
the ethical 
healthcare
experts
tend to
agree
with us.

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Pain gets me

Sometimes it’s better
to stay in the dark
and let no light in.

Because light sees everything—
the cracks I try to hide,
the wounds beneath my skin,
the pieces of me
I keep buried deep.

In the darkness,
I don’t have to pretend
that I’m okay.

I can disappear
between the shadows
and breathe
without anyone asking why.

Maybe darkness isn’t always the enemy.

Maybe sometimes
it is the only place
where pain
doesn’t have to explain itself.

But somewhere beyond the black,
there is still a light waiting.

And I’m not sure
if I’m ready to face it.

Not yet.

For now,
let me sit here
where the darkness knows my name.

Dream Of Shadows

Funeral of Fireflies

Spark,
Dies,
Ash falls,
Glow fades out,
Lanterns lose their light,
Tiny souls of summer depart,
Softly drifting through the 
deep and weeping autumn 
breeze,
A fragile world dissolves into 
the deep and utter silent 
shallows of the night,
No longer showing, guiding 
lonely travelers back across 
the misty forest meadows 
where they used to dance so 
bright underneath the silver
moon,
The weeping woods are cold
and silent now to bid a final
sad farewell to every single 
fleeting spark of gold that
softly perished in the winter
air before the frozen ground 
can ever wake again to see 
the warm green spring.

A Joyful Perk

Some things in life one must not shirk
Heal things that drive the mind bezerk
Relieve a long time personal quirk
Arising, past deep shadows lurk
Creates a doleful hazy murk
Dig deep to find a joyful perk
With daily prayer to make self love work

A Leaf in the Woods

Now torn from out the home I’ve ever known,
Propelled by unseen winds to stray away,
The chilling rain that bathes my form is shown
By moonlight in this dance of swift decay.
I twist and turn as tender veins now tear,
Impelled by gales that push me to the dark;
My frantic tumble plunges down to bear
With sudden force against this rugged bark.
Yet, resting in this comforting domain,
I bow, amazed to know the sun will rise;
A deeper life shall bless the soil again,
Where quiet roots ignore the stormy skies.
Held fast within the forest’s cool embrace,
I fade into the shadows of this place.

Comfort

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