Shrouding Poems | Examples

The Jagged Edges

The barbs she threw at him
left jagged edges on them both
torn from deep within herself
        raw, bloody pieces of meat 
      hurled violently across the room,
          the space, the endless time.
They cleaved to him, each one
      slowly shrouding the man
until he became a prickly porcupine.
Some silent days, from weariness
      would bring respite, closeness.
          In intimacy, his spines
      would prick her open wounds;
They could not help themselves,
        They no longer had control.
And so they lived, or slowly died
      behind soft lace curtains;
        a bitter purgatory
          on the jagged edges
      of a new society.

Confronting shadows

Attached to outcomes, ego opaques light,
radiance of our true Self, veiled by mind,
demons of darkness, shrouding heart’s delight,
thought tentacles gripping us in their bind.

As both tormentor and the tormented,
being both the subject and the object,
we inhaled fragrance of love, bliss scented,
causing boundless rapture to rise unchecked.

Waking up in the dream by slowing thought,
with ego exhumed, bliss beats soon resumed,
whence soul imbibed love and light as it ought,
whereupon at our core, heart lotus bloomed.

Thought cessation, path to heart’s elation ~
In time stretched peace, is our meditation

Romantic Thoughts - Nothing More

Every night Sea rises at high tide
His waves are like warm frothy fingers 
caressing Moon's golden glow on the shore
It's a game they play with ebb and flow
Hide and seek. She has a flirtacious streak
when shrouding herself behind a veil of clouds
Eternal lovers who share intimate moments
   romantic thoughts  ~  nothing more

Morning Fog

morning fog
shrouding ghosts
of his past

Curse Breaking Graham Cake

I think this graham cake is like you
Look, this top black layer is like
The curse shrouding you
But I believe that one day
Someone will show up in your life
It will loosen the soil
Give you water
And bring you into the sunlight
It will let you be like tender shoot
That grows and break through the soil
And you will understand
That these so called curses
Actually don't exist.

Lake of Angst

Mild mauve sky streams like lakes of blushing pearls
weaving clouds of hope beneath my veiled tears,
shrouding streaks of scarred sunsets with soft swirls.
Mild mauve sky streams like lakes of blushing pearls.
I turn to rose stars as midnight unfurls,
and the moon serves love amidst woeful years.
Mild mauve sky streams like lakes of blushing pearls,
weaving clouds of hope beneath my veiled tears.

Mild mauve sky streams like lakes of blushing pearls,
shrouding streaks of scarred sunsets with soft swirls.
I turn to rose stars as midnight unfurls,
and the moon serves love amidst woeful years;
weaving clouds of hope beneath my veiled tears,
he feels the frozen angst behind my fears.

No strings attached

The 
light of
yonder sun
shines upon all,
bestowing its boons
without any judgment,
regardless of our beliefs,
just as Mother Earth too nurtures
all life forms which borrow elements
so why then does religion divide man?

What is religion but a thought construct,
conditioned belief that gives us hope,
whilst also shrouding us in fear,
speaking of sin and of hell,
whereas the plain truth is
that God’s agape love,
is like the sun,
equal for 
all of
us.

Querulous mind

Is the urge to create innate 
or a passing mist, quirk of fate,
doomed to die, as we wingless fly,
in dream waves that will soon abate?

Questions: what, where, when how and why
spurred by mind, lets not bliss draw nigh,
shrouding soul’s light, caged in within,
ego spawned urge, which we decry.

The Sounds of Silence

The sobering sounds of silence

That's weighing heavy as it nears

The hungry breath of mortal death 

That's preying heavy on my fears

Now terrorizes heart and soul 

Clouding my weary eyes with tears 

No going back when all turns black 

Shrouding my weary days and years

Daisy Darkness

midnight was glowing
in recall of antique gold
huge yellow daisy

pleasures we once knew
when dusk daisy glowed redly
twirl memory lane

golden onyx dark
shrouding melancholy moon
awakens rapture

Bridge of Emptiness

At the bridge of emptiness 
Heavenly gallows stood watch
At humanity’s travails
As suffer-woods blaze in the furnace of toils 

Ashes of desperation scatter
Forming thick mist of pain 
Hovering over all mankind
Scarring all, till it becomes her skin 

The bridge of emptiness stretches on
With nowhere to seek refuge
Only echoes of haunting filled the air
Shrouding the void in enigmatic allure

Throes of previous life rendered naught
 The Longing for peace,a dying ember 
pierced through by shadows of despair
Dashing hopes etched on Tomorrow’s mane

At the bridge of emptiness
Anguish holds her sway 
Till the Night lost her eyes 
Awaiting humanity’s judgement day

Blame

A man can fail many times, but he isn't a failure until he begins to blame somebody else. 
John Burroughs

bursts of anger once ruined me,
my hopes and dreams, fear and doubt stole,
leaving pain as deep as the sea,
blame the shadows shrouding my soul.

pride, the pleasure of vain conceit,
ruined the truth that did console,
more smugness than love could defeat,
blame the shadows shrouding my soul.

ego preyed on my soft yearnings,
dimming the light that made me whole,
masking warmth with lavish earnings,
blame the shadows shrouding my soul.

tempting me were life’s possessions,
felt like greed had taken control,
selfishness brought bleak impressions,
blame the shadows shrouding my soul.

still, I had only me to blame,
fighting my pride, knowing my goal,
when I failed, feeling so much shame,
blame the shadows shrouding my soul.

DEPTH OF RECOVERY

DEPTH OF RECOVERY

From the top of the den
I bring my humblest words
To raise you slowly out 
And above this dreadful pit 
Where the ladder I lowers
Is insufficient emphasis 
As ascending tears 
Labor my heart helpless
With each time 
You take a glance away
From the beam of recovery
The pit deepens 
Shrouding your values

Prayer or war cry

As the pastor delivers his speech
and religious fervour peaks,
our heart goes out to those marginalised,
for pale now are their fear fraught cheeks.

In the name of God, gathering a crowd,
witch-hunting the downtrodden and meek,
crass and callous is the cacophonic din,
shrouding love and light, each of us seek.

Evil Prevails

Evil Prevails. 
A poem by Kim. 

They still lie in the corner of my room. 
Stalking in darkness, shrouding themselves in hate. 
We all love hate. 
Until it gnaws back at us. 
We can never kill evil. 
Though is that really a reason to die? 
My blood still shimmers in me. 
My breath still hovers in the air. 
I can still see the light, even when engulfed in the darkness of a rat so malignant. 
Before I’ve always felt malice grasp me. 
Still it grasps me now. 
But it cannot kill me now.

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