Esther Racah Writer & Literary Blogger

Tag: free verse poetry

  • A Frenzy Of Delights

    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

    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

    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

  • Ethereal Gleams

    Ethereal Gleams

    Ethereal gleams of a soft and radiant sky cast shadows over the night. A haunting and twisted glow hovered as an eerie and peculiar flame.

    Longings of lost treasure and evocative memories overwhelmed the silent gloom of a cloudy nighttime. Not even the wind was able to whisper the untold tale of lost hopes.

    Fears of unknown dangers swallowed every fleeting bliss that was hovering over the obscure garden of darkness and nightmares. The echos of forsaken oaths constantly harrowed a maze of betrayed dreams.

    The gnarled trees of the past ensnared sublime aspirations within its long and twisted branches. Ethereal gleams became phantoms of vanished dreams, shimmering faintly as echoes of bygone desires, whose shining lights obliterated all the fear and anguish.

    The torpor of illusions cast a spell over the weary souls, entwining them in a web of false promises and faded boasts. However, within the labyrinth of shattered dreams, a faint glimmer of resilience survived, carrying redemption amidst the shadows.

    In the stillness of the night, whispers of forgotten dreams lingered like ethereal clouds, fleeting the time and haunting every crevice of sorrow. Shadows faded in the presence of uncertainty as doubts cast their funereal pall over the garden of fantasies.

    In the depths of the labyrinth of expectations, a sparkle of possibility and a fragile hope were waiting to withstand. Each instant forward was fraught with uncertainty as the inertia of illusions weaved its tangled spell amidst the darkness.

    The ethereal gleams of foolishness metamorphosed into a guiding beacon leading ideas through the abyss of hopelessness. In the midst of the twists and turns of a cruel fate, nightmares bloomed like rare flowers in the wilderness, and as dawn broke upon the horizon, new eerie spectres arose from the ashes of shattered illusions.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Tempestuous Thoughts

    Tempestuous Thoughts

    Tempestuous thoughts, sharp and cold like a night winter wind, overwhelmed the dreams and sorrows.

    Woe and surprise might have fallen into the valley of forsakenness while gleaming stars surrounded the horizon of the sky of memories.

    The illusion of the senses hovered above the clouds of darkness, delirium, delusion and despair.

    The numbness of the dreams embraced the void, a silent echo in the chambers of the universe, where whispers of forgotten oaths lingered like ghosts in the mist.

    Amid the chaos and the tumult of uncertainty, the doubtful quest for the sublime and solace was the only blissful remedy.

    Amidst the silence, a gleam of darkness illuminated labyrinths of expectation and seclusion. While shadows cast a spell, obscuring the secrets lurking underneath their vault.

    Longings of remote realms wander where dreams linger beyond the grasp of time. Cast abounds in the boundless expanse of imagination.

    The bitterness of shattered illusions cast away every joy on an island of fear and despair whenever the delusional delight dissolved into the gloom of impossibility.

    Tempestuous thoughts, swirling like a raging storm, tumultuous and relentless, torn the shores of consciousness, ravaged by the relentless assault of the stormy waves.

    In the tumult of the nocturnal tempest, splendour became a distant beacon, obscured by the dark clouds of shades of suspicion and veil of hesitation.

    In the midst of chaos and swirling storms of noise, fragments of beauty and light faded like fragile snowflakes.

    The seeking of perfection obliterated every single shadow of uniqueness, leaving a landscape barren of singularity.

    The tempest of nightmares twirled relentlessly, dispersing each speck of consciousness like leaves in the wind.

    The obliviousness of impending doom was a silent spectre haunting every corner of the infinite darkness. Hence, the fate of the dreams ended, floating in the void, oblivious to the looming threat of never being embraced by reality.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Delightful Darkness

    Delightful Darkness

    Delightful darkness resided in the depths of the abyss. The obscurity of the misty night veiled the boundaries of reality, shrouding the metaphysical realm in an impenetrable cloak of mystery.

    Secrets and recondite enigmas lay in abyssal depths, where an obscure fate veiled echoes of oniric sighs. A boundless and silent haze concealed every certitude, leaving only a vague hesitation.

    The beauty of shadows thrived in the twilight. And in the trap of fear and obscurity, stars illuminated dreams and illusions with their delusional glimmering poison while faded truths swayed beneath the veil of time.

    Obsessive thoughts were feeding the spare time of shallowness. Emotions traversed the chamber of unconsciousness and obliviousness. The torpor of the dawn ensnared the essence of dreams and delights.

    Ephemeral blisses and elations faded in the rational light of the morning. A meaningless existence of devolution and phoney pretences welcomed unaware wraiths into the maze of deception.

    Evil reminiscences of a remote past subjugated every vision of happiness and prosperity—a sense of wonder disguised as deception. In the delightful darkness of silence, everything was still.

    In the eerie stillness of the delightful darkness, whispers of forgotten longings echoed through the forest of despair, and crystal tears beckoned tales of ancient sorrows and timeless truths.

    Each shadow held unrevealed secrets, casting an enigmatic spell upon decayed fragments of forsaken dreams. Illusions and revelations were veiled beneath a cloak of obscurity within the boundless expanse of obliviousness, where dreams intertwined with reality.

    A labyrinth of forgotten reveries and fleeting emotions lay inside the cage of time, where past and future converged. And each speck of uncertainty scattered across the void, like fragments of shattered dreams adrift in the emptiness.

    In a mysterious chasm where light dare not tread, chaos and order merged in a primordial void. New ideal utopias bloomed in the womb of darkness, and the cycle of life and death continued unabated.

    Amidst the chaos and confusion, there was a beauty to be discovered that transcended the boundaries of time and space. It was a beauty born of gloominess, nurtured by hush, and sustained by light and shadow’s eternal ebb and sway.

    In the delightful darkness of the maze of lost hopes, where silence ruled, an ethereal transcendence conceived a sense of awe and wonder, mesmerising the realm of luminaries with its mysterious allure.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Castles In The Air

    Castles In The Air

    Castles in the air,
    An emotional journey inside myself,
    Losing faith in humanity,
    Always on the edge of survival,
    Constantly too aware and sensitive,
    It was not essential to know which colour the sky was,
    Since, at the end of the day, every sigh and disillusionment arrived as soon as the darkness enveloped my imagination.
    Living without windows in my castle in the air,
    Living of mysteries and secrets of obscure alcoves,
    Every time I did my own journey into the labyrinth of my mind,
    Faraway, in the forest of my reminiscences, I lost myself, forgetting who I really was.
    Once upon a time, melancholy ensnared me, confining me in a dark dungeon of despair and anguish.
    Would have loved to be emotionally unavailable, but it was not the case.
    Awakening with no regrets and the folly of fearing every single instant, surrounded only by silence and twilight.
    No expectations would have implied any disappointments in the mere illusion of leaving a lasting mark on the ephemeral canvas of existence.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Wondrous Visions

    Wondrous Visions

    Wondrous visions of haunting nightmares obscured the sacred realm of dreams and desires.
    Anguish and despair were willing to accompany compassion in the midst of the darkness of the spirit.
    Despite all the pretensions of perfect happiness, the glowing mystery of beauty and sublimity shattered into pieces.
    The remnants of broken dreams were scattered into shards of shattered hopes.
    Fears and doubts extinguished all the burning flames of enthusiasm, leaving behind only the cold ashes of disillusionment.
    Nothing could have changed the gentle misery of folly and obliviousness.
    Bewilderment and madness were the only constant shadows of a lonely wanderer.
    Wondrous visions of lost dreams and beautiful memories were buried beneath the hollow trees of nothingness.
    A perpetual torture of death and destruction annihilated every gleam of delight and joy.
    Lights and shadows were cast upon the silent meadows of desolation, building castles of solitude and sorrow.
    Teardrops of melancholy and disquietude descended as crimson stains on the forsaken portrait of grief.
    A sad melody of deserted desires became a cage of decayed fantasies.
    Waves of reveries ranged between reality and dreams, like a gentle breeze meandering through the branches of a twilight forest.
    A whispering wind conveyed fragments of forgotten memories, stroking the leaves and swaying the shadows.
    The garden of longings became a refuge of wisdom and solitude, offering solace amidst a tumult of thoughts.
    In the liminal space betwixt dusk and dawn, the veil between realms blurred, disclosing a domain where the extraordinary became conceivable.
    Fragile wonders dissolved into the aether, leaving behind no trace of their existence.
    Empty emotions lingered, casting their faint imprints in the void.
    A sad shallowness tainted every wondrous vision and marvel, and the passage of time reduced them to ethereal dust.
    Arrogant and harassing nightmares ensnared the beauty of the night’s desires.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • In The Eternal Beauty Of Darkness

    In The Eternal Beauty Of Darkness

    In the eternal beauty of darkness, dreams and memories were entangled, like fantasies intertwined in an embrace of shadows.

    In the stillness of the night’s embrace, lost in the labyrinth of solitude, echoes of bygone whispers lingered, and shadows faded in the abyss of lost memories.

    Reveries of passions and sorrows whispered of forgotten tales, and through the veils of time, longings and desires vanished like shadows in the twilight.

    In the silent sway of shades, reality disappeared, dreams beckoned, and whispers of eternity emerged from the depths of an infinite abyss.

    In the realm of cosmic blisses, a silent fate concealed obscure and inscrutable secrets hidden from mortal understanding.

    The mystery of existence mirrored throughout the limitless reaches of perceptions,
    Each glimmer was a reflection of the interconnectedness of everything.

    Stars painted the canvas of the night sky with their radiant glow. Amidst a maze of wonders and surprises, dreams wandered, finding delight in the vastness of the universe.

    The allure and solace of solitude were covert in the darkest corners of the cosmos, where light dared not venture through paths shrouded in uncertainty.

    In the embrace of dusk, the ethereal essence of every burning flame was an exquisite spark to be unleashed.

    In the eternal beauty of darkness, the luminaries seemed their perpetual fate guided by the light of their own inner truth, searching for destinies yet to be written.

    In the infinite expanse of the night, where time knew no bounds, echoes of forgotten tragedies swirled around shimmering tars, weaving tales of ancient wisdom and timeless yearnings.

    Deep within the shadowy abysses, whispers from bygone eras merged with expectations and emotions transcending time.

    As the moon cast its gentle glow upon the nocturnal realms, secrets long buried in the sands of time began to evoke daring endeavours into the unknown.

    In the deafening silence of the cosmos and amid the darkness, a sense of wonder and awe enveloped every aspiration, guiding them on a journey of enlightenment.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Crystal Tears

    Crystal Tears

    Crystal tears were a gift of betrayal and fear,
    Painful anguishes obscured the sky dotted with stars,
    While decay silently reclaimed its domain.

    Longings of lost happiness faded underneath crumbles of dreams,
    Life became a nightmare and a relentless onslaught of dread,
    Where the shadows of despair obliterated every sparkle of peace and joy.

    In realms where time surrendered, careless fantasies wandered,
    Through fields of whispered dreams, where frets found no dwelling,
    In the shadows of the twilight, burdens gently faded.

    Beneath the astral vault, frights cast aside,
    In echoes of forgotten tales, emotions began to soar,
    To realms untouched by sorrow, where desires forevermore endured.

    Through valleys of enchantment, merriments fulfil wishes and expectations,
    In the realm of dreams, sealed secrets hid from unknown worlds,
    Beyond the veil of reality, where imagination ruled.

    In enchanted realms, where time halted,
    Every wish bends to the dreamer’s might,
    For the only boundary lay within fantasies’ reach.

    A beloved secret touched the dreams with words,
    As fragile as it was, feeling like a crystal flower in a valley of agony,
    Waiting for a sign in the solitude of the night.

    The silence of expectation pierced every bliss,
    Burning like a flame of darkness and restlessness,
    In the glaring darkness, eager to destroy.

    An overwhelming sadness cast a shadow,
    Obscuring the garden of delights with its heavy sorrow,
    While a veil of melancholy, in darkness, it wallowed.

    Nothing seemed intelligible in the mist’s elusive concealment,
    Where shadows lingered, and thoughts felt surreal,
    A world untethered beyond imagination.

    Crystal tears fell like teardrops in the moonlight,
    Shimmering as they touched the soil,
    Casting a mesmerising glow upon the ethereal realm of dreams.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

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