Best Penumbral Poems

Between paper-soft 
worlds of fragile 
imaginations, 
I float upon those
gossamer tulips 
that split every 
second of saccharine 
musings and 
eclipsed confessions, 
distinguishing all
photoelectric synonyms
of lachrymose 
stimuli towards 
glassy manipulations
of blood-fragranced sun. 

Everything that is 
sown in sweetened 
textures of afterglow-soil, 
always blossoms upon 
decayed fossils...

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The era of catatonic self-destruction has risen yet again from boulder-blocked caves,
Whose cavernous stalactite incisors drip with the blood of thorny crowns,
Worn in punitive irony for the subversion of fertile inferiority,
Which, like rabbits, duplicates and hops about in trouncing contentment.

Yet despite the grin stretched beneath...

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scarcely noted tinge of moribund intent
in stealth advances to dull selene’s 
full aspect with penumbral shade

luna’s wizened glow, its fate assured,
in grim surrender—stolid umbra
spreads somber cloak of death

benighted orb, a wound erupts,
suffused with crimson, yet artemis endures—
poets’ pens stilled by mid-april’s red moon

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He said he planned to freeze to death.

Did he mean to have his body frozen?
Stored to hatch again later,
leftovers out of time's deep freezer of waiting.

No, not that.
He responds with undeniable dismissal,
this would not be his investment 
in Earth's living future plans.

I hope and grope...

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The horsemen have arrived on their menacing mares,
Whose stiletto-hoofed horseshoes click-clack on an achromatic static; 
Silent staccatos inside an ultraviolet light.

As vidalian-dampened eyes drip viridian veneers before the mounted steeds,
And embrocations of nuclear infernos' fumes simmer their cimmerian shades,
A penumbral eclipse gallops atop the sickened...

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ode to shadows

as i peer out the glassed portières
penumbral visitations mock me; dare they
deign to scare this parched crypt of
adrenaline and cortisol, usurped by unquiet
scourges over lifetimes' rebirth?

steps shifting in the dark, familiar and
beloved; the shushing and stirring, commit
to draw me near; umbral amici and...

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Sitting in silence 'neath cellar ceilings,
Creeping creeks crack in corners' crevices,
Whose acoustics are brushing my feelings,
With suggestions in sounds of a presence.
"Who goes there?" I demand inside my head.
As movements pussyfoot in penumbral
Waves inside the curves of my open spread
Eyes. Feathers of ether or ethanol,
Splash...

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Once the dark of dilated pupils eclipsed my saffron sanguine irises,
Sucking the luminescent astral soma as does a tonsil to a virus.

A face of a phantom doth float in the folds of the frigid night,
Scowling and lurking in the corner of my closing three eyes'...

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The horsemen have arrived     on their menacing 
              mares.              Whose stiletto hoofed   ...

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If I were a painter, no not that kind
But I am kind as I let you crack into a crevice in my warm-blooded heart,
I would pick up those brushes and paint your flesh as a buckskin colt,
and analogy would float 
through the chemicals in my...

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Along the stretch of an alley etched in cracked cobblestone,
Walks a conquered weary swain besides his penumbral casted clone.

Onwards he treads towards the recycled mill of a matted ride,
As calcitrated gravel pebbles are tumbled by his stride.  

Beneath his feet the floor is flattened...

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This Poem was submitted for the poetry contest "Jamie's interesting contest 1" sponsored by Jamie Pan, for theme #6. Reflections in a window.

Once while my mind was drifting through a cafe fenestration,
Whence my cappuccino cup carouseled round a mindless spun spoon,
A presence within a reflection's...

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Winter’s shadow begs for more,
Creeping towards the tide of penumbral shores.
Whispering in the frost of its breath,
It sighs recognized in the face of its death.
As each heave pushes lessening air from its lungs,
Whose emptying catacombs flicker its feline tongue,
The promise of springtime spoils its spew,
With...

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Angels and demons have fought inside my warring mind,
Battling between light and shadows in a penumbral bind.

Coruscating clashes of such a photon fury,
Divided myself into two, one calm, one worried.

Eight long years since I've tried to escape,
From astral beings arriving in emotional shape.

Gagged by this...

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Inside an empty and abandoned ballroom of a massive sunken ship,
Ghosts waltz within the memories made before the ship had tipped.

Swirling in pairs of males and females with arms locked in languid rhythm,
'Neath hanging chandeliers of Waterford crystals refracting rainbow prisms.

Coruscating candles in flickering sconces...

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