Esther Racah Writer & Literary Blogger

Tag: existential poetry

  • Dreary Nights

    Dreary Nights

    Dreary nights descended, casting shadows’ shroud,
    Whispers were lost in silent clouds,
    Stars were obscured by gloom,
    And Moon’s pale glow was devoured by doom.

    Echoes haunted the still serenity,
    Secrets were kept in darkness and faded like teardrops on ethereal veils,
    Dreams were withered, worn, and torn,
    Despair’s silence left souls forlorn.

    Through misty alleys, memories wandered,
    Winds murmured sombre tunes,
    Amidst the chaos, hopes fell apart,
    Piercing through dark remembrances.

    In the embrace of endless night,
    Dreams ensnared in a morose maze,
    Awaiting the dawn’s dismal embrace,
    Lost in the void and desolate plight.

    Enticing yet terrifying desires ensnared loneliness,
    Crumbling delusional fantasies and vain loves,
    Dismantling all fears and worries,
    Until oblivion swallowed every realm.

    Nocturnal vexations and shock of dismay terrified all the blissful intemperances,
    In the sombre glow of the midnight, shadows cast malevolent spells,
    Tainting the ethereal dusk with a heavy cloak of melancholy,
    Stupor and innocence could not escape from the snare of audacity and cruelty.

    A glimmer of infinity enlightened the gardens of enchantment,
    Casting ethereal shadows upon fragments of time,
    The obliteration of illusions draped the scene in solemnity,
    Leaving behind a desolate landscape of harsh reality.

    As sighs of doubt crept through the hallowed silence,
    Relentless and unforgiving cynicism shattered deceptions,
    While the weight of disillusionment crushed every fragile sparkle of unsteadiness,
    Leaving nothing but the unsteadiness of transfigured dreams.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Mournful Whispers

    Mournful Whispers

    Mournful whispers hid behind gloomy mirrors,
    Whenever the ocean of clouds was brimful with sorrows and gaieties,
    And all the severities of unpredictable fates became a deluge of frightening despair,
    Mysteries unfolded in the silence of night.

    Solitude overwhelmed the shadows of unconsciousness,
    Echoes of forgotten dreams and lost desires vanished,
    Shadows lingered in the twilight,
    And memories faded like mist in the morning light.

    Each ethereal sigh became a lament in the darkness,
    In the quiet realms where time stood still,
    Reflections of memories wavered in the dimness,
    Endeavouring for a touch of forsaken splendour.

    In the hush of midnight, whispers weaved,
    Through labyrinths of remembrances, they roamed,
    Tracing the contours of the dreams,
    Where secrets lay buried, and visions soared.

    Beneath the glimmers of stars, shadows danced silently,
    Casting fleeting illusions upon the realm of darkness,
    They whispered secrets only the night could hear,
    In the stillness of midnight, echoes of ancient wisdom stirred.

    And as the moon cast its silver sheen,
    Upon the mazes of shadow and light,
    The firmament lost every bliss, and sorrow seeped into the universe,
    A haunting wail echoed through the endless night.

    Mournful whispers lingered behind broken mirrors,
    Within the darkness and the silence, the void reigned,
    Swallowing all fragments of longings and dreams,
    Leaving only emptiness, a barren wilderness of lost hopes.

    A soliloquy of affliction and dismay vexed the nights,
    While nightmares entwined with desolation and despair,
    Piercing through the abyss of anguish and haunting the slumbers,
    Rendering fleeting respites only mere illusions.

    Dreams became ensnared in a labyrinth of torments,
    Where every shadow held the spectre of anguish,
    And every mirage was tainted by the darkness of uncertainty and disillusionment.
    In the garden of gloom and melancholy, where shadows danced with sorrow,
    The agony of solitude mirrored in the eternal nothingness.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Phantasmagoria Amid Darkness

    Phantasmagoria Amid Darkness

    Phantasmagoria amid darkness and dismay,
    The sublime was a distant memory,
    Obscured by the shadows of despair,
    And seeking refuge in the recesses of stupor.

    In the abyss of uncertainty,
    The clamour of uncertainties drowned out whispers of hope.
    Fragmented dreams fluttered like spectres,
    While echoing through the void.

    The luminance of transformation shone amidst the endless despair,
    In the darkest of times, its glow pierced through the shadows,
    Its radiance whispered tales of alchemy and ethereal daring,
    In hushed sighs, secrets of metamorphosis swirled and soared.

    Amid phantasmagoria’s shroud of shadows and distress,
    The sublimity lay forgotten, a distant memory fading away.
    Obscured by the dimness of despair, expectation sought refuge,
    In the recesses of unconsciousness, where dreams refused to yield their secrets.

    Within the abyss of uncertainty, hesitation clamoured loudly,
    Drowning out whispers of hope that once gleamed ethereally.
    Fragmented nightmares fluttered like phantoms in the night,
    Echoing through the void, the sound of solitude reverberated endlessly.

    Yet amidst the endless despair, a glimmer did appear,
    The lustre of transfiguration dispelled all the fears.
    In the darkest of times, its glow transcended through the abyssal darkness,
    In tales of alchemy’s whisper, the night shared secrets of magic.

    In the labyrinth of mirages, reality bent and twisted like a dream,
    Illusions softly murmured tales of wonder,
    Through mystic mazes of shimmering haze,
    Where enchantments of truth and deception intertwined.

    Mesmerising chaos hid beneath the essence of undisclosed longings,
    In an embrace of darkness and light,
    Torments bloomed like poisonous flowers in the garden of despair,
    Voluptuous and hypnotic, the torments flourished,
    Entwining hearts in their intoxicating embrace.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Falling Apart Languidly

    Falling Apart Languidly

    Falling apart languidly in the death of night
    When glowing flames dance as cold winds enfold them,
    Embers of twilight fade into the abyss,
    In the arms of darkness, dreams reminisce.

    Each flicker of fire is an undisclosed tale to be told,
    In the dwelling of shadows, secrets unfold,
    And whispers of echoes die into a symphony of silence,
    When sighs softly fade away into the night.

    The moon is a silent witness to dreams and nightmares,
    Casting its ethereal glow, serene,
    Upon the shattered fragments of the past,
    Where memories linger, fleeting and fast.

    In the depths of the night, where time stands still,
    The anguishes and longings fill the void,
    Yet amidst the chaos becomes a sliver of light,
    Guiding fantasies forward through the endless gloominess.

    For even in darkness, there’s beauty to discover,
    Amid the stars, in the depths of the universe,
    Like a phoenix rising from ashes of pain and sorrow,
    Hope springs eternal, over and over.

    Flamboyant flames wane whenever the winds frost over,
    For in the quietude, new legends are conveyed.
    In the ethereal eternity, nights don’t have a beginning or end,
    And dark shadows rule the metaphysical realms.

    The mysteries of the universe reveal their enigmas,
    In the abyss of the ether, where infinity shimmers.
    Hidden realms are veiled beyond sight in the vast void,
    Whilst frozen desires languish, waiting beneath the frosty clutch of hesitation.

    Blooming flowers falling apart languidly after a winter’s slumber,
    In the depths of the garden of life and death,
    They long for the gentle touch of obliviousness,
    Nevermore fearing the wind of awakening.

    Flickering candles in the coldest of nights,
    Glimmers of promises and betrayal hiding behind delusional desires,
    With their wavering flames burning bright,
    Their shadows reveal mysteries hidden away.

    Sadness and fear tear every dream apart.
    Falling apart languidly,
    Like petals drifting from a withered flower,
    In the quiet surrender to the night’s embrace,
    The dimness sways with whispered grace.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • A Soft Agony Of Despair

    A Soft Agony Of Despair

    A soft agony of despair permeated the dreams in the middle of the darkness,
    Once, every hope was reproached by soliloquies of envy and suspicion.
    Lonely nights indulged in nightmares and visions,
    And the sublime eternity astonished every frame of unawareness.

    Dismay draped in shadows became a cloak of despair and solitude,
    And in the depths of the soul, it lingered, unaware.
    Echoes of silence blended into a harmony of woe,
    In the heart’s darkest corners, it persisted to flourish.

    Beneath the weight of sorrow, the expectations did lose their way,
    Strayed in the labyrinth of doubts with no determined directions.
    Each sigh struggled in the midst of anguish,
    But a glimmer of light was kept alive amidst the darkness.

    Every flicker of devotion burnt bright,
    Guiding unconscious blazes through arduous paths of defeat,
    In the nightfall, where shadows swirled in delight,
    Amid a maze of chaos and bitterness of sorrow.

    Promenade of darkness and ephemeral chaos scattered throughout the garden of shadows and delights.
    In the realm where time hesitated to flow,
    Each dream whispered in the night,
    And every instant kept intangible memories.

    Falling apart languidly as every dream became a nightmare,
    In the shadows of doubt, lost hopes wandered, unaware.
    Seeking solace in the silence, with no guiding flare,
    Just the haunting echoes of unspoken despair.

    Gleaming reveries of forsaken revelations were sealed in a secret vault,
    Untouched by the stardust, in the abyss of forgotten truths.
    Lost amidst the cosmos, where time’s flow halted,
    Echoes of a distant past, shrouded in celestial mysteries.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Fancy Caprices

    Fancy Caprices

    In the realm of fantasy, fancy caprices reigned supreme,
    There was nonsense, just whimsical dreams,
    Fluttering like leaves in the wind,
    A kaleidoscope of emotions with no end.

    In the labyrinth of dreams, impulses roamed like butterflies in the wind,
    Unpredictable, yet captivatingly magnificent,
    Delightful and fanciful visions of never-ending desires,
    Which will be buried forever in the garden of dissent.

    In the garden of dissent, where secrets lie,
    Fanciful visions hid beneath the sky.
    Whispers of dreams, both wild and free,
    Boundless imagination for all to unearth.

    Amongst the flowers, where shadows ruled,
    Capricious fantasies found their way into the gardens of whims.
    Entwined with vanities, in an enchanted embrace,
    They lingered in the stillness in secluded realms.

    But unawareness misled in labyrinths of meadows and blossoms,
    In the deep abyss, the essence of aether and mystery was boundless and enigmatic.
    For every dream that discovered its refuge,
    A new constellation in the night sky glowed.

    So devotion to these caprices, both wild and rare, endured,
    For in their fleeting instants lay divine enchantments.
    In the realm of fantasy, where dreams ascended,
    Fanciful visions bloomed in the gardens of the night.

    In the realm of fantasies, where shadows appeared,
    Magic terrors lurked with eerie trance.
    Spells of mighty power whispered in the night,
    Witches and ghosts, their presence alight.

    Through moonlit woods, they roamed with glee,
    Their whispers echoed across land and sea.
    In the stillness of midnight’s darkest nightmares,
    They weaved their spells with ancient power.

    Ghosts with eyes of silver and gold, witches with cloaks of black and blue,
    Their presence filled the night, leaving no track.
    They cast their enchantments, with a flick of the hand,
    Creating wonders and fears across the infinite universe.

    But those who dared to dream too much,
    Often found themselves out of touch.
    For in this realm, reality might have been shredded to pieces,
    And dreams and nightmares might have ruled the nights with their spellbinding fears.

    Thoughts and longings whispered softly to the night,
    awaiting their chance to stare at the starlight.
    For in the silent realm of dreams, nothing was unconcealed,
    Mysteries remained undisclosed, cloaked in the ethereal embrace of the deepest night.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Silent Tears

    Silent Tears

    Silent tears were still like frozen stones in the hushed garden of desires and consolations, and nothing could have been moveable.

    Avid shadows of hollow trees entrapped a patient glance of timid lights. Once more, the darkness of the clouds sovereigned the gloominess.

    Longings and blisses of long nights seemed to blend with the whims of lonely nightmares. Unattainable reveries of lost treasures were hunting every dream in despair.

    Silent tears tore the melancholy apart like a ripped canvas, which was a perfect vestige of beauty and sublimity. Soliloquies of whimsical moments remained immobile.

    Fears perturbed serenity like a fierce storm in the night skyline amid the open sea. Lonely thoughts of solemnity echoed through the infinite firmament.

    Timid and fanciful rhymes chanted sonnets of defeat and disillusion. Surreal waves of startling emotions faded away in the recesses of memory, leaving a lingering sense of bewilderment.

    Teardrops of sadness and solitude descended on the cold soil like delicate rain, merging with the earth’s quiet sorrow as soon as spells and enchantments were whispered into the air, casting an ethereal ambience of mysticism.

    Realms of dismay enveloped the atmosphere, shrouding everything in a sombre veil of gloom. Amidst this forlorn kingdom, whispers of expectation lingered, softly weaving through the shadowy realms.

    The void of nothingness swallowed every trace of the sublime, leaving behind an eerie silence and a vast and empty aether. While soft whispering deceits wove a web of illusions, masking the truth in mesmerising deception.

    Beneath a starless sky, silence reigned, holding secrets in the obsidian folds of the night. Passions lingered in the quiet, undisclosing mysterious and concealed tales of love and death.

    In the realm of hypnotic darkness, each sigh cradled unshed tears, legends of veiled sorrows ensnared within the silent embrace of wonder, ethereality and oblivion.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Ghostly Silence

    Ghostly Silence

    In the realm of serendipity, ghostly silence disquieted the dark blue night skies. Shadows lingered among ethereal whispers. The universe was enveloped in a quietude that transcended time.

    Nocturnal mysteries awoke, unseen and untouched by the gleaming days. A subtle hush of stillness settled upon the material realms as a delicate veil of calmness where silence was unfurled.

    No whispers were in the breeze, and no rustles were in the leaves, just a subtle tranquility as nature softly breathed—an echo of quiet grace, a tranquil moment when time found its resting domain.

    The firmament held secrets that were never to be revealed. In this ghostly silence, there was no place for spoken words, which were subtle hushes—a language of dreams and tranquil thoughts.

    The stars, as silent witnesses, cast their glow upon the dark landscapes. Like distant longings, luminaries twinkled in the vast expanse of the cosmic void—an existence wrapped in tranquil isolation.

    A boundless torpor reverberated like a secret undisclosed in the universe. The unbounded oblivion was an unexplored wilderness where fancies and whims drifted without the anchor of reality.

    A spectral essence permeated the quietude as an ethereal harmony of emotions, which were too profound for literacy in the metaphysical absence of turmoil.

    The ordinary transformed into the extraordinary. The ethereality unfolded in the subtle beauty of an intense storm, revealing the mesmerizing power within its tumultuous embrace.

    Beneath the celestial canvas, where time paused, starlit flowers adorned the cosmic night, weaving tales of forsaken desires and passions. Each glimmering star whispered astral sonnets in the boundless night.

    Ephemeral hues enlightened the soundless sky, blending reality with dreams and transcending mortal perceptions. Clouds entwined with supernal wonders beyond the grasp of earthly understanding.

    In this supernatural unveiling, shadows faded away, leaving fragments of stardust in the tumult of sighs and anguish. An unpretentious quietness prevailed—a whisper of infinity in the vastness of the infinity.

    The poetry of the universe was inscribed in the eternal manuscripts of the darkness, each verse echoing through the aether of nothingness. Cosmos murmurs shattered the fragile strands of silence through the vast expanse of the universe.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Desolate Echoes

    Desolate Echoes

    Desolate echoes lingered in abandoned chambers of dreams, whispering tales of solitude.
    Shadows cast a loud silence, disclosing secrets in the cold stillness.
    Unheard voices were forsaken since bygone years, and memories were etched in the walls.
    In the quietude, loneliness took its place as a haunting companion.
    Yet within this emptiness, a subtle prowess emerged, somewhat like a silent resistance to the echoes of solitude.
    Life’s intricate story unfolded in the hushed mazes of fantasy, where absurdities encountered reality.
    Among the ruins of neglected reveries, sighs faded with the winds, and heartbeats of longings melted in silent harmonies.
    Twilights painted desolated hues of melancholy as the moonlight weaved tales of forlorn hopes.
    Treads of yesteryears resonated in the haunted dwellings of nostalgia, tracing the path of dreams forever lost to time.
    In the realm of dark shadows, the dance of memories continued perpetually, revealing fragments of elapsed times like whispers in the dusk.
    Amid the debris of desolate thoughts, perseverance bloomed as a quiet anthem of strength rising from the ashes of what once existed.
    In the obliviousness of nonsense and despair, silent and gloomy tears created a mosaic of fate and disgrace.
    The seal of destiny inscribed engravings on the sand, whose strokes weaved threads of anguish and uncertainty into the narrative of time.
    Through the window of dismay, lone stars witnessed the transit of forgotten tales, casting their glow on the realm of the infinity.
    In the secretive silence, unbounded solaces embraced the emptiness of futile yearnings, conveying stories of elusive contentment in the furtive enigmas.
    And all of a sudden, everything was shuttered into fragments of memories of nocturnal nightmares and disrupted relics of elusive weariness in a moonless abyss.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • A Veiled Sorrow

    A Veiled Sorrow

    A veiled sorrow of lost hopes appeared on a doomed night,
    When no more desires were ever granted.
    Longings and regrets missed their chance for retrieval,
    And a symphony of echoes hauntingly resided in the stillness of despair.

    Long before the stars lost their nightly glow,
    And the moon witnessed tales of woe,
    Sorrowful contemplations perturbed a timeless elation,
    Whilst emotions defied every explanation.

    Magnificent anguish lingered in the silent air,
    Nightmares burdened lost loves and hopes with passion.
    Whispers of nostalgia haunted concealed griefs,
    Somber and forsaken dreams faded into the infinite darkness.

    Once no more desires were granted, the hourglasses were inverted,
    Time’s sighs were relentless, and dreams diverted.
    Yet, within the echoes of melancholy and resignation,
    Resilient laments emerged, immovable and mighty.

    In the silent labyrinths of time’s ceaseless flow,
    Long before echoes of forgotten blisses,
    A firmament of enchanted mysteries quietly unraveled,
    Revealing the ethereal beauty sealed within the stillness of twilight.

    Within the fragile fate of doomed desires,
    Frailty clung to every fleeting instance.
    Wishes dissolved like whispers in the vast universe,
    Fragments of longings lingered like stardust in the vast void.

    No more bestowed yearnings were granted beneath cloudless skies,
    And a relentless cynicism overwhelmed boundless fleeting fantasies,
    Leaving behind a desolate landscape where aspirations withered in the arid winds,
    Casting shadows over relics of endeavors.

    Long before stars lost their shining gleam,
    And dreams vanished like sable castles,
    The hope and destiny wove intricate mazes,
    A requiem for aspirations mourned the unrealized dreams.

    Decay and folly dwelled in the emptiness of the aether,
    Where shadows waltzed amidst the void,
    And secrets of foolish chances found solace,
    As a consequence of whims and caprices.

    An everlasting flame burned every devotion to ashes,
    Leaving behind fragments of fervor turned to dust.
    A spectral sonnet of allegiance was now ash in the breeze,
    And a love’s anthem was silenced, lost in the rustle of leaves.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah