Details |
Shadow Poet Poem
“I just don’t know.”
You ever have that feeling,
That sinking feeling,
Where you try
And you try
And you try
To wrap your
head
around
something.
Yet all that
comes to mind
Is
Nothing
Where you have to
“I don’t know”
Yourself
Because you cant
“I don’t know”
Tell what the right or wrong
move is.
Is there even a move
Or is it just you?
You see
“I just don’t know”
Do I like you?
Do I like the thought
of you?
Of you and me?
of us?
Or am crazy
Because of you?
I can’t explain it
I just know its
“I don’t know”
You
There’s hardly any time
Yet with you
I seem to forget about time
If only in our moments
Until I’m pulled away knowing
There’s never enough
time.
I know so little
Yet I’m pulled in
Strapped in
For a ride
I know
“I don’t know”
Will either make me
Or break me
“I just don’t know”
Yet like a bee
Enticed by that sweet
oh so sweet
Smile
I run to thee
I’d swim to thee
“I don’t know”
I’d even sing for thee
And believe me
I cant sing
That much
“I know”
You see there’s
Things I know
But I’m afraid to show
About me
What nerdy
Things could I hope to show
A sun-flower
Unlike me
You see
To me you’re
Spring to my lips
You’re the cool drops of rain
I hope to catch on the tip of tongue
The dew
On thin blades of morning grass
I envy.
“I don’t know”
Call me old fashion,
Im a dying romantic,
Hoping to count each seed of yours
Under the moon’s bright light
Each seed
A different story
Story of you
I may not love all of them
Im only human
You probably won’t love
All of mine
God knows I'm only human
But
“I don’t know”
I may just love
All of you
Copyright © Shadow Poet | Year Posted 2017
|
Details |
Shadow Poet Poem
I often lay underneath the willow tree
Look upon a sky boundless and unlimited
The opposite of man really
Beckon the gods
Beckon the earth to pity me with answers
Where am I going?
What am I?
We often are told of a reality
Bound to the land
Bound to the people
Yet what people are, they too bind me
It seems to be that they are the trees
Rooted into place
given hope and lies
As fertilizer for a life unyielding
Made to believe they are limitless
Living fallacies of grandeur all the
While growing in one direction
Influenced by the winds and by the world around them
Shaping their branches and their growth
And here we are underneath the willow tree
Away from the people and their fabricated land
Away from the distractions of idealized morality
Connected to the willow tree, connected to the Earth
That kindles our soil and fuels our inner child
Free from the chains of human reality
I lay myself
A dissected enigma
Feel that which is defined
And listen for what is missing
Only to realize I am missing
I ask the willow tree
That which plagues my mind
That which eats away at me
No matter the passage of time
What is thy name?
What meaning does though hold?
Does though cling to on this earth?
I lay there
For what feels like days, months
Knowing fully that the willow tree will not speak
Will not heed my call
Yet I listen
And to this day
I listen
For every so often
The wind blows
And with it the song of the willow tree.
Copyright © Shadow Poet | Year Posted 2016
|
Details |
Shadow Poet Poem
A ball of emotions
A twister of clotted ideologies
Break from the current
Cry to the creator
Carry his failure
Candid of reality
Drained of my demeanor
Equate my morality to failed ideology
Exemplify mislabeled ethnomethodology
Forget forlorn memories of
Gentrified society
Heroin to my reality
Implicitly defining torrents of emotions
Justly eroding damaging externalities
Kidnapping children’s morality
Longing to see a child’s smile yet
Mourning morning’s grace
Navigating with little left
Opting out could I
Partake in
Plato’s cave
Quench no more my thirst for morning’s grace
Readily accepting grace
Staggering towards the cave
Taken by the gut
Thrown far from the cave
Upped from my grave
Vexed by some unholy devotion
Wavering still for
Xenogeneic inequalities
Yielding finally to my
Zestfully void destiny
Zestful= spirited enjoyment
Xenogeneic: denoting or relating to cells or tissues from individuals belonging to different species
Copyright © Shadow Poet | Year Posted 2016
|
Details |
Shadow Poet Poem
For far to long
I have fought for,
I have struggled for,
I have chased
This abstract notion
This fallacy called
“True Love”
“I” had found it
Or so he thought
What “it” was
Never seemed to stay
Yet it left behind
A sea of doubt
A clouded mind
A heart so numb
So unsure
So insecure
So damaged by
“True Love”
What was “I” to do?
With a heart so numb
So badly molded
Into such a sad
Excuse
Of a heart?
Nothing he thought
“I” pushed through
The nostalgic winter nights
The nostalgic summer days
Yet despite “I’s” endeavors
So clouded
So unsure
So insecure
So damaged
So numb
A heart
Remained
Will “I” ever see “me?”
Will “me” ever see?
Who am “I?”
Who is “me?”
I am who “I” am
Me is who “me” is
So then do
“I” and “me”
Deserve to be
Or will “I” forever be
Without “me?”
For longer still
This question burns
Only now
“True love”
Claims itself to be
However now,
Both “I” and “me”
Can see
Clouded,
Unsure,
Insecure,
Damaged,
Yet they see
Yet they feel
“I” question the feeling
The sight
The insecurities
Even “me” questions it all
Afraid to relapse
Terrified to fail
Can “I” at least try?
Can “I” chase the fallacy called
“True love”
Hoping for “me” to find
Love
Copyright © Shadow Poet | Year Posted 2016
|
Details |
Shadow Poet Poem
I happen to know a flower undersold
Its radiance illuminates what little I hold
Guiding me but never holding me
Beauty undersold
Shading me from harmful reality
Delicate and pure
With shades of blue
Entrancing me towards future untold
A pillar undersold
A touch softer and fairer
Never could exist
Yet tip toed across my skin
Did it go
Gentler than reality
Never did I fail to feel reality
But always failing to see
In front of me
A reality undersold
Years go by
The rivers have gone
Suns have set
Lives have come
Lives have gone
Yet this flower blooms like the moon
In a night without stars
Guiding me, delicately, gently
Through a future untold
A flower forevermore
Copyright © Shadow Poet | Year Posted 2016
|
Details |
Shadow Poet Poem
Love, l-o-v-e, 4 letters,
Hate, h-a-t-e, 4 letters,
The decomposing transition of a word,
Rejoice 4 letters hold the key,
Mourn 4 letters destroy.
All that we are letters do tell,
Letters bind and letters break the chain,
So much in so little
Yet break the giant without finger raised.
Tears flowing, letters unspoken, hearts broken.
The giant weeps not for what he lost,
But for wavering conviction.
Copyright © Shadow Poet | Year Posted 2014
|
Details |
Shadow Poet Poem
I stayed up late to be
Alone.
Walked to our secret
Not so secret place,
Only to remember
That night
Cuddled together taking shelter
From the wind
In that night
If only for a minute,
A second,
An Instant.
I thought we could fly
Fly away
Leave it all behind
As if waking from deep sleep
Only to remember a hazy dream
Yet the instant faded
In
And
Out
Plagued by a blinded monster
Who failed to see
A dream unyielding
We spent the night in silence
Yet your touch
Your silence
Said it all
From the beginning
Your actions
Your touch defined
Your dream…
My nightmare.
Your dream was long and arduous
Kind yet unnoticed.
Oh how I lay here now
Remembering…
Remembering that night
And every night since
The unjust response to your dream.
The cruelty laid upon your dream.
The wind slowly faded
Our moment in time taken
The monster blinded no more slowly rose
As if rising from deep sleep
Looked to the moon,
A moon half empty
Looked towards your dream
To finally see
a moon half full
Only then had the monster realized
What it meant to be blind…
Now as every other night
As every other day
The monster sees it all
Hears it all
Yet never does he see
A full moon.
Copyright © Shadow Poet | Year Posted 2016
|
Details |
Shadow Poet Poem
This year
I'm looking for a dance partner
Someone who likes to swim
Someone to karaoke with
This year
I want to be someone who
Compliments you
Who cares for you
This year I wanna
Learn your name
Learn how you grow
Within all of your wonderful
Melodies
This year
Will be full of new
New experiences
New feelings
To
Take you and me
Everywhere we said we'd
Be
To
Take life on
Today
So that next year
We're proud of who
We choose to be
I'll admit I'm scared
I'm nervous as all hell
But
I'm here
Copyright © Shadow Poet | Year Posted 2023
|
Details |
Shadow Poet Poem
Often in solace of the night
The stars far from mortal reach
Mocking me they feel to be
For long have I wished
The ethereal form
Ethereal I am not
Nor will I become
No matter endless nights
Cowardice action
And Cowardice inaction
Stars begin to fall
Stars themselves lie
Wished on a star
Yet wished upon ethereal masses
My final words,
My mournful woes, unnoticed go
The stars dwindle
As the night grows longer still
Vessel half empty
Yet filled past its brim
The night is at its peak
The stars…
What stars?
There is but a moon half empty
There I stand
Amidst the night
Lost
Unnoticed
Searching
For a moon half full.
Copyright © Shadow Poet | Year Posted 2016
|
Details |
Shadow Poet Poem
A man whose name is of little importance,
whose clothes are but the exterior of his never ending layers,
his action self defining
quiet and innocent in nature,
aggressive yet kind when necessary.
His brilliance not that of the sun
A sun that blinds all who gaze in awe at his feats
but rather of the moon; a moon that shines
Allowing others to gaze and follow his light
on starless nights that seen never ending.
His light a fuel
for worn down cars with no direction.
This man who's made of little importance,
Guides those who stumble and fall on crippled roads.
This man whose name is of little importance,
Perfect, he will never be.
He struggles,
He falsely smiles,
Yet he shines so brightly
inside this starless night that has battered and torn man,
because that is what he chooses to be.
This man whose name is of little importance,
Paves his own path
Leaving a traces of light behind
Fueling empty vessels to do the same.
This man whose name is of little importance…
Has a name.
Copyright © Shadow Poet | Year Posted 2014
|