Esther Racah Writer & Literary Blogger

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. 

  • My Silent Love

    My Silent Love

    My Silent Love

    My silent love is shining like a star
    I love with all my heart
    Even though
    Sometimes the silence hides the tumultuous ardour of my love

    I love flowers
    Sometimes life is full of wonders
    My dreams keep me up all night
    I love to love

    It is in the darkness of the night that I dream
    As soon as the torment pierces my heart
    I lose control of my mind and my body

    I cannot stop myself
    My body is flooded with euphoria
    I am overwhelmed with bliss and ecstasy.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • The Stars Fall From The Firmament

    The Stars Fall From The Firmament

    The Stars Fall From The Firmament

    The stars fall from the firmament in a whirling dance
    I want to lose the capability to desire
    I only want to dream of being set free from my passions
    And wander away
    Flying fairy
    Like a butterfly in a garden of violets and lilies
    I live a silent life made of poetry and books
    I communicate with people through my poetry
    The rest of the time, I am silent
    My silence can say many things or absolute nothing
    It depends on the sensibility of the others
    I might appear a cold person because I am timid
    I try to protect myself from men who have so much interest in me
    Interest that I don’t reciprocate
    It is challenging for me to have an enjoyable time outside
    It is like I don’t have any right to take a simple walk
    Being constantly bothered in the streets.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • I Want To Embrace My Fears

    I Want To Embrace My Fears

    I Want To Embrace My Fears

    I want to embrace my fears
    Even though I end up crying for so many reasons
    I want to love the pains in my heart

    Sometimes I have the feeling that I am in a ballroom
    With thousands of mirrors covering the walls and ceilings
    Each mirror reflecting a different image of myself

    I have to break every chain of the past that holds me captive
    Every day I am reborn as a new creature who is essentially made of stars
    I wonder how much of myself am I willing to lose to please the conventions

    Every time I write
    I am always scared of overexposing myself
    And anxiety overcomes

    People think I am too weird, complicated and anticonventional
    Just because they don’t understand me
    They cannot see in me anything else than a tropical flower

    Sometimes I am subject to street harassment
    Which is a habit that will never pass as well as the rape culture
    Society normalises and supports sexual objectification and criticisms

    I am a descendent of the witches who weren’t burned.
    Esther Racah

  • My Heart Overflows With Love

    My Heart Overflows With Love

    My Heart Overflows With Love

    My heart overflows with love
    And my body is wholly subjugated to my crazy passions
    How many times do I have to die and be reborn with a new soul
    If there is hope, I might often have lost it
    The grief is a sweet melody that hypnotises my heart
    As I cease to dream, I slowly descend into the darkest abyss of despair and emptiness
    Where I find pleasure every time my soul is torn into pieces, and my heart perpetually agonises
    Sometimes I might be too intense
    Sometimes I might be too passionate
    Anguish and pain provoke spasms in my soul
    And each time, I feel overwhelmed and powerless
    Even in the dark night, my passions never cease to burn my heart
    Torments never desist from crashing my heart
    And emptiness is constantly swallowing me
    Until I fall lifeless on the shadow of myself.
    Esther Racah

  • The Struggle Is Part Of My Life

    The Struggle Is Part Of My Life

    The Struggle Is Part Of My Life

    The struggle is part of my life
    As well as my desire to love and be loved
    My poetry is the reflection of my soul
    I am too shy to exist
    And I might be obsessed with passionate love
    My feelings are always intense
    Like a deep crimson rose garden
    Flowers could be one of my obsessions
    My ardent desire pierces my soul
    Shattering it into pieces
    I would love to be a bright star in the obscurity of the night
    I would love to be a sublime orchid lost in a lush tropical garden
    I never stop to wonder about life
    Dreaming is the breathing of my soul
    I have infinite love inside my heart
    Passions overwhelm my mind
    Sighs and tears would return every night
    Lying awake in my bed and closing my eyes
    All kind of fantasies would seize my mind.
    Esther Racah

  • Life Through The Glass

    Life Through The Glass

    Life Through The Glass

    Life through the glass
    When the icy wind is constantly swirling
    And the blizzard ensnares me
    The dark sky seems to stare at me
    The crowded street and my individuality are two disjointed entities
    Thinking about thinking
    I feel infinite in my finiteness
    I’m a microcosm bound to an unlimited macrocosm
    Sometimes I am chaos and darkness
    Sometimes I am a hazy fragment of a comet
    Reserved and obscure
    Subjugated to my passions and the immobility of the silence
    I might live in my virtual reality made of my dreams
    I wish I could be uninspired and stop writing poetry forever
    But it is like an autodestructive thraldom
    The more I write, the more I need to write
    Not being a whole person anymore
    I am a superposition of different fragments
    Trust is more dangerous than fire
    And people are enigmatic entities.
    Esther Racah

  • My Secret Rose Garden

    My Secret Rose Garden

    My Secret Rose Garden

    I am timid and an introvert
    I don’t have any tattoos
    Nevertheless, memories are engravings on my mind
    I let the wind carry me like a small leaf
    Not caring about the circumstances that might happen
    Sometimes, my soul’s pain perturbs my secret rose garden
    I might be bizarre since I wear only dresses
    Daydreaming most of the time
    Whilst surrounded by bouquets of tuberoses, jasmines and crimson roses
    Uncertain is my future life
    Fragile like a tiny crystal flower
    Listening to a Chopin’s Prelude
    While the darkness embraces me and I lay languidly on my bed
    Thinking and dreaming
    Love is a delightful pain that bewilders my soul
    And the more I love, the more I desire to love.
    Esther Racah

  • The Sleepless Nights

    The Sleepless Nights

    The Sleepless Nights

    Long are the sleepless nights that I spend alone writing and dreaming about absurdities
    Surrounded by books and scribbled notes scattered around the house
    I wonder how much my life is real
    Since it is mainly made of poetry, writings, books and music
    Solitude is my constant companion
    I live in my bubble of segregation
    Nevertheless, I cannot live without music, art, poetry and that deep ache in my soul
    Having to keep dark secrets
    On the sleepless nights, I might write my poetry only for myself
    Feeling like no one on this planet will ever read me
    Every day I pretend to be patient and wait
    Most of the time, I feel the most invisible creature in the world
    With traumatic experiences and terrible abuses
    I had to endure in silence and loneliness with infinite strength.
    Esther Racah
  • The Obscurity

    The Obscurity

    The Obscurity

    I will hide in the darkness
    The obscurity will be my sweet alcove
    Where my pains will be my delightful pleasures
    Love is burning inside of me passionately and devotedly
    It is an immortal flame that pierces my heart
    How many lives I will need to live to find my peace
    The darkness strokes me gently and slowly
    And it saves me from my insanity
    My heart aches, pounding foolishly
    In the euphoric desire to find true love
    A starry night is all I need at this moment.
    Esther Racah

  • My Nightmares Are My Dreams

    My Nightmares Are My Dreams

    My Nightmares Are My Dreams

    Inesorabili le tenebre mi avvolgono in una nube oscura
    I miei incubi sono i miei sogni
    Il rumore sommesso della notte
    Quando il vento accarezza soavemente i fiori del mio giardino dei sogni
    Il dolore è il mio dolce supplizio che soavemente penetra la mia anima
    Il mio corpo diviene un’entità puramente metafisica
    I miei sensi prendono il sopravvento e dominano la mia mente
    Finché mi abbandono ad un senso di estasi
    E mi sento parte della sublimità della natura.

    Inexorable darkness envelops me in a dark cloud
    My nightmares are my dreams
    The subdued noise of the night
    When the wind gently caresses the flowers of my dream garden
    Pain is my sweet torture that softly penetrates my soul
    My body becomes a purely metaphysical entity
    My senses take over and dominate my mind
    Until I surrender to a sense of ecstasy
    And I feel part of the sublimity of nature.
    Esther Racah

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