In an evanescent realm of fantasy and dreams,
Chaos and tumult reigned,
While reality’s tether surrendered to the imagination power.
Echoes of fancies and delusions, wild and untamed,
In the labyrinth of the subconscious, they were the rulers.
Reflections of madness swirled unseen,
In the jumbled weave, illusions convened.
Shadows and spectres, fleeting and fleet,
In that ephemeral realm, they did meet.
Beneath the stars’ ethereal glow,
Secret gardens whispered enigmas from long ago.
Visions spun like threads of silk,
Weaving tales of joy and ilk.
Within the maelstrom of the night,
Shadows danced in flickering lights.
Ghosts wandered, lost yet free,
In realms of boundless darkness.
Through the mazes of time, they glided,
Where past and future intertwined and collided.
Memories faded, future ideas gleamed,
In the kaleidoscope of hallucinations.
When the hush of twilight embraced the skies,
A fanciful forgetfulness lingered like a soft and sweet bubble.
In the tranquil fate of dawn’s gentle bliss,
The dimness of enchantments remained in a dark abyss.
Amidst the clouds of nightmares and dreams,
A poem of creation sparkled like an eternal flame.
Through the veils of uncertainty, everything vanished,
In the endless and infinite world of sadness and despair.
Phantoms and phantasmagorias haunted the eerie silence,
A space of nothingness and obliteration.
A sordid tale of woe and anguish dared the fear,
Once, the deluge of delights was shattered like crystal gems.
Esther Elizabeth Racah
Category: Poetry
Poetry is one of my passions. In my blog, I will publish poems which I wrote. Hence I opened a separate category for poetry.
During the years, I’ve read Italian, English, American, and French poems because, during my childhood, I learned those three languages. Only recently, I started writing poetry which I never wanted to publish. I believe that it is very personal to publish them.
Although I’m a physicist, I started to read poetry during high school, mainly in Italian and English. Only home I was reading French books. Indeed, the French language and literature were not in my school program.
Writing poetry is one of the most intimate ways to express feelings and moods. Time to time, I will publish poems.
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In An Evanescent Realm
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Echoes In The Rain
Echoes in the rain embraced the cold shadows,
While flickering flames of anguish cast an eerie glow,
Loneliness was wandering beneath the weeping skies.Memories were obscure fog howling in the wind,
Regrets, like ghosts, whispered from the past,
Time, the predator, hunted with silent dread.Each second lost a tear in the storm,
Rain tapped mournfully on broken mirrors,
Wet earth exhaled the scent of sorrow’s bloom.An old clock shattered, ticking loss and pain,
Amidst the gloom of abandoned chambers,
A wilted rose became a symbol of decay.Empty gardens hosted screams used to roam,
Autumn leaves fell, leading desires astray,
In silence, a cry lingered, unanswered by the skies.As night devoured the remnants of the day,
Fleeting instants of light became shadows,
Casting a fearful glance into the chill winter breeze.A day ended, and sorrow’s grip held fast,
On endless nights, devoided of hope or peace,
The dawn, unseen, lay hidden by the veil of darkness.The infinite darkness was thick as the nightmares in endless nights,
Leaving only specks of despair in its realm.
The void devoured every glimmer of light and hope.
Esther Elizabeth Racah -
Shadows And Radiance
Shadows and radiance overflowed the realm of darkness and light,
Leaving a trail of glimmers and glooms,
Faltering in the abyss of the night and dawn.Sugarcoated lies and betrayal covered the walls of phoney castles,
Along the river of banality, a sense of homology hypnotised thoughts and dreams,
Crushing to dust every glow of uniqueness.Anger entwined like ivy tendrils over the empire of isolation,
Where echoes of forsaken screams of dismay lingered in silent chambers,
Whispering the secrets of unrevealed dreams.Beneath the silver of mirrored illusions,
Reflections of fractured longings shimmered,
Trapped in the web of introspection and solipsism.Hope flickered in the shadows like a fragile beacon of radiance,
Traversing the labyrinth of despair,
Seeking the dawn of pristine horizons.Through the veil of twilight’s embrace,
A twist of light and darkness remained undisclosed,
Weaving a fate with threads of paradox.In the heart of the oblivious universe,
A sparkle of flame enlightened the quiet void,
Kindling sighs of metamorphosis.A silent awakening bore witness to beauty and sublimity,
Luminaries merged in a harmonious shine,
Creating new chimaeras from the ruins of solitude and desolation.Remnants of greed and turpitude unveiled a majestic realm of anguish,
Whose ethereal boundaries faded away at the sight of everlasting light,
When the dawn embraced the night in a perpetual fusion of shadows and radiance.In the realm where shadows and radiance ruled,
Shimmers and glooms blended into the dusk,
Ghosting through the mist like fragments of dreams.The night unveiled its enigmatic allure,
Through phantasmagoric utopias and mystical worlds of secluded mysteries,
Where vestiges of remote legends lingered in the aether.Nightmares of a deep darkness ensnared every free imagination,
Twisting, suffocating, in shadows they wrought,
Evoking a hymn that transcended into an eternal labyrinth of dreams and ethereal manifestations.
Esther Elizabeth Racah -
Crumbles Of Fear
Crumbles of fear and despair fell from a dim sky,
At the sight of the stars dazzling the sky with their shimmering glow of light,
Luscious dreams were bearing quiescent visions and shadows,
Overwhelming the kingdom of darkness and discord.Bold fantasies faced the scorn of reality,
However, obsessive longings kept hidden tales of secrecy and absurdity,
Through fearsome trials at the sight of nightmares and haunting frights,
While the sagacity of silence overwhelmed the universe.Twinkling luminaries cast shadows over the realm of memories and regrets,
Made of fragments and specks of decay and dust,
Shining at night when the silent gloom pervaded everything,
In the dark frost of forgotten visions.At the last endless moment of fearless obliviousness,
Startling teardrops of forsaken losses and repressed yearnings descended on the valley of infinite anguish,
Silvering the veil of sorrow that the luminaries’ glimmer strove to pierce,
In the absence of remorse.Crumbles of fear became distant relics,
As long as time’s wicked desire designed the fates with rough edges of despair,
Disintegrating the remnants of past struggles,
Amidst the twilight, guiding the pathway through the labyrinth of shadows.Glimmers of calmness cast an amiable glow on tormented thoughts,
While, in the vast infinite darkness, silence reigned supreme,
Renewing destruction like a precious gift,
Amidst the chaos and resilient storms of existence.Ice crystals coated all the realms of desires and fantasies,
Shaping ethereal gems that sparkled with a light of anticipation,
Relic-frozen instants of lost worlds,
Silent echoes of chimaeras waiting to be awakened.Hence, nothing could have been feared than the things to come from a future veiled in uncertainty,
Where shadows of precariousness soared more preposterously than the promises of tomorrow, tainting fates with drops of fear.
Esther Elizabeth Racah -
Sapphire Dreams
Sapphire dreams, ethereal whims falling from the ceiling of stars and clouds,
Lonely and silent were impalpable forces,
Drifting on the breeze like whispers of forgotten melodies,
In the imperceptible quietness of the nighttime, dissolving memories faded away.Lost in the gloominess of the night, where time stood still,
Each shimmering instant became a fleeting dance,
In the quiet expanse of the universe, dreams unfurled,
Becoming a lingering flux of transient hopes and untold longings.Lost in dreams and despair, the lonely garden of love and death lay beneath a blue horizon of darkness,
Breathing like a crystal flower in the middle of nowhere,
When the mutability of the sky was suddenly revealed,
Torpor and illusion illuminated the realm of reveries.Shadows entwined the imaginary threads of time and space,
In an ephemeral embrace of light and shadow,
Ancient secrets whispered their fragile silence,
An echo of a lost infinite, where sapphire dreams eternally bloomed.Nightmares of obliteration and destruction obscured the beauty of the celestial realms,
Shrouding every wonder in a veil of darkness and fear,
In the feast of chaos, where chimaeras collided and luminaries were created anew,
In the storm’s tumult, a solitary bliss sought haven in the stillness of expectation and hope.Sapphire dreams and hallucinations of pretentious happiness appeared,
Every time, dark clouds quietly annihilated the gleaming stars with their obscure mantle,
While sorrows were falling under the shape of crystal drops upon the meadow of fragility,
No escape was ever possible for a delusion in the intricate maze of deception.Misery and despair built a magnificent realm of creation and destruction,
Where exalted sublimity and evil mediocrity collapsed within a kaleidoscope of brilliance and darkness,
In the heart of this tumultuous swirl, where the boundaries of light and darkness blurred,
An enigmatic labyrinth of paradoxes unfurled.
Esther Elizabeth Racah -
Stygian Darkness
Stygian darkness descended upon the meadow of delights,
Like a dark veil of secrets and shadows,
Summoning nightmares under a moonless sky.Undisclosed apparitions hid behind the beauty of stars,
Gleaming-like gems in infinite obscurity,
In a realm where shadows followed every single spark of light.Lost longings were not cherished anymore,
They wandered in the ethereal gloaming,
Released from chains of silent sighs.In the void of night, illusions were set free,
Embraced by shadows, they found solace,
Expectations faded away whenever longings were absent.In the abyss of Stygian darkness, torments haunted every search for solace,
Amidst the dimness, dreams sought release,
Yearning for light in the abyss, where darkness held its sway.Amidst the gloom, a glimmer appeared,
A faint beacon of transformation sparkling fearless through a veil of confusion and fear,
No longer ensnared by torpor’s grasp.In the realm of nightmares, where reality fades into mist,
And illusions lurked in every hollow,
Each dream became a haunting ghost of past regrets and forsaken desires.A pall of dread settled over the meadow of delights,
Within the Stygian darkness, spectres of rejected longings and whispered secrets drifted like wraiths,
With ghostly forms twisting and contorting with malevolent designs.The clouds became thick with the scent of decay,
And the emptiness welcomed a rhapsody of despair,
Like a sea of gloom with an eerie allure.Anguish became the rulers in a macabre realm,
Where nothing was as it seemed,
And even the light was hidden by obscure arcane.In the solitary instants of the night’s embrace,
Shadows of forlorn dreams lingered in the void,
Their silent presence was a ghostly echo of desolation.Beneath the cloak of darkness, hope flickered,
A spectral ember amidst the vast expanse of despair,
Casting a faint, ethereal glow upon the desolate landscape.Sighs of resignation hovered on the edges of perception,
A ghostly promise of obliteration in the midst of decay,
As shadows whispered metaphysical truths to the silent luminaries.The haunting unknown hovered through the void,
Where nightmares and dreams intertwined,
The shadows found eerie havens in the depths of their own darkness in fearless abandon.Amidst the chaos of existence and annihilation, the universe silently witnessed the ebb and flow of creation and destruction.
Esther Elizabeth Racah -
The Wind Of Reality
The wind of reality scorched the sky like a blazing flame,
While the clouds wept teardrops of fear,
Everything sat still like a gelid stone, bewildered by anguish.Fragments of shame and sorrow filled the garden of phoney flowers,
Falling like leaves under a tormented wind,
Faraway from longings and desires.Solitude and despair fed the abyss of nightmares and phobias,
Once again, the rulers of the realm of turpitude,
In the midst of noisy battles of darkness and light.The wind of reality turned every dream to dust,
Creating gloomy and frightening ghosts of regrets,
Fleeting through the dusky sky on the darkest nights.A soft doom stroked the branches of the tree of knowledge and obliviousness,
Striving to discover secrets and forsaken truths,
In the ethereal world of hidden mirrors and broken vows.The blooming flames of illusion enlighted the infinite void,
With their blazing glares tinging the stars with a touch of ethereal madness,
Amidst the cosmic chaos, a mosaic of fleeting dreams shimmered.Whispers of forgotten memories permeated the silent chambers of time,
Haunting the shadows lost in the labyrinth of anguish,
While reality and illusion merged into a single entity, where lay masqueraded as truths.The turmoil of frail specks of hope swirling free in the realm of dreams captivated every ashe of despair,
Guiding weary thoughts towards the dawn of obliteration,
And desolation loomed, engulfing every glimmer of hope in its icy grasp.Beneath the shroud of darkness, sparks of sadness illuminated the night,
As the wind of reality continued its relentless quest in the unknown,
In the garden of nightmares lay the remnants of dreams, crushed by the weight of despair.
Esther Elizabeth Racah -
A Frenzy Of Delights
A frenzy of delights and distant dreams dissolved like dust in the wind,
While lurking fears hid underneath a cloud of dark specks of nightmares,
When nothing was ever indeed revealed in the realm of illusions and folly.Startling stars became the guide of defeated dreamers,
Causing the fragile shadows to fade away in the infinite,
Once, the obliviousness cast its gaze, drifting far away and seeking solace.When frailties surrendered at the sight of the relentless march of time,
In the quiet dance of longings, each flicker of light was veiled by the haze of doubt and fear,
The uncertainty of a faint glimmer of hope lingered in the darkest corners of the night.Whispering secrets of forsaken dreams and broken promises stumbled through the labyrinth of fate,
Echoing in the void of lost hopes and shattered illusions,
And clutching onto fragments of resilience amidst the chaos of uncertainty and despair.For in the depths of darkness, where shadows reigned supreme,
Lies became the sparks of redemption, as glimmers of delusions that refused to be obliterated,
As soon as the dawn of new blisses emerged from the chaos.A frenzy of delights and anguishes waited to be revealed,
Following a path shrouded in instability and concealed oaths,
A stairway made of betrayal and gamble.Gasps of dark omens traversed through the maze of dangers and despair,
An eerie presage chilled the nocturnal wind,
Determined to chase happiness and comfort.Silence remained the ultimate guardian of enigmas,
Residing in the chambers of secrecy,
Where arcana lingered like ghosts in the night.
Esther Elizabeth Racah -
The Empire Of Sand
The empire of sand dissolved,
Amidst a cloud of shame and despair,
As arrogance and greed swallowed every fragment of dreams and hopes,
Where avarice built its home.In the realm of betrayal and falsity,
Nothing would have changed,
In the silence, whispers of forgetfulness emerged,
Defiance against the tide of memories.In the ghostly halls of lost faith,
Where shadows swirled with fleeting audacity,
The relics of once-majestic towers faded,
As raindrops of sorrow in the breeze cascaded.Beneath the weight of shattered trust,
Lay the land of betrayal where ashes turned to dust,
And once again, fragile longings trembled and ached,
In the wake of promises destined to break.Amid the ruins of discontent, a speck of beauty endured,
A spark of lushness that silently burgeoned,
For in the depths of darkness, a glow was hiding,
A beacon of glimmer, though faintly shown.From the ashes of regret, a new dawn arose,
Where deception and shame reclaimed the skies they chose,
Though fragments remained, and distress indeed,
Eternal nights, a steadfast creed.In the castle of time, where fates were woven,
Persistence emerged from the well of anguish,
For the empire of sand had crumbled and fallen,
And from its ruins, apathy rose, standing as a tall tower.In the gloomy garden of adversities,
Nightmares and fears bloomed anew,
For though despair had cast its darkened veil,
Weakness and discord forever prevailed.The relics of bliss faded away,
Embracing the gloominess of the arcane infinite,
For in the realm of nightmares, everything was being obliterated,
While despair dominated, and shadows were oppressive.In the stern clutch of midnight’s darkness,
Turmoil upended the very essence of reality,
Making illusions the centre of perpetual distortion,
Among the phantoms of a never-to-be-idealisation.Obsession and phobia trapped every expectation of metamorphosis,
Hence, not even a rag of pretence might have saved a lost austerity,
Extravagance and madness were lofty rulers,
In the kingdom of chaos, where obscurity reigned.
Esther Elizabeth Racah -
Phantasmagoria Of Dreams
Phantasmagoria of dreams and delights befell when the sombre thoughts were overwhelmed by blissful joys. Hereafter, decay became a bewildering sensation, enveloping the sky in an atmosphere of melancholy and uncertainty.
A feasting sweetness would cast the spell over the logical contemplations and demure vestiges of spoiled memories. Nightmares and dreams created a oneiric realm where desires and fears shimmered within the embrace of light and darkness.
Longings of defeated obsessions lingered amidst the gloomy nights, whispering through the hollow tree branches. The silence was the only language in the infinite void, and in the vast nothingness, the denied desires lingered, fading through the eternal stillness.
Echoes of nothingness resonated in the abyss of obliviousness, painting an ethereal canvas of forgotten desires and lost hopes. Within a fatal realm, time faltered whenever shadows lingered like spectres. Silent whispers echoed through the void, entangling the fragments of forsaken delusions.
Amid the darkness, a flicker of hope emerged, a radiant shimmer in the endless infinite. It whispered of redemption and renewal, of finding solace in the depths of despair. And so, in the heart of the emptiness, blooming reveries flourished into a garden in the midst of the gloomy silence.
Phantasmagoria of dreams and nightmares danced into existence when the stars confided secrets to the sky while the night awaited in suspense. And nevermore fear and madness could have shattered the solitude of the serene nights.
In the fading twilight, dreams dissolved into shadows, cloaking hidden yearnings and aspirations. Beneath the starlit veil, specks of transformation arose, adorning the canvas of infinity with shades of hope and rebirth.
Amidst the labyrinth of silence and chaos, a garden of solace bloomed. In the heart of darkness, secret oaths found their eternal refuge, disguising their solemn covenants.
Esther Elizabeth Racah