Esther Racah Writer & Literary Blogger

Tag: poems in English

  • A Shining Cloud

    A Shining Cloud

    A Shining Cloud

    A shining cloud holds dreary whispers
    A silent shadow overwhelms magic memories
    A heavenly emptiness is waiting for the fragments of a vision
    A hidden sorrow surrenders to the eternity
    Seeking an envious star not glowing anymore
    A treasure is throbbing in an endless torment
    Obscure marvels wait with trepidation for the last moment of life
    To disappear into the unknown
    Once they have fallen victim to a farce
    Time encloses a silent promise
    A secret fear arises from a covenant
    A whisper blooms from an empty touch
    Every pointless instant flees the time transience
    Whilst every thought is flowing in a hidden radiance
    At the edge of an endless and elusive destiny.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • A Blissful Swoon

    A Blissful Swoon

    A Blissful Swoon

    A blissful swoon as an unexpected sigh
    A brutal daze as a distorted evanescence
    When a distant echo of archaic fantasies resurfaces
    Like a relic from the depths of an infinite abyss
    Where the utmost devastation swallows every bliss and longing
    Where there is no place for integrity and probity
    A passionate taint leaves an indelible blemish on every fragment of spark
    A strayed bond of deception and devotion is destined to dissolve in a flare
    A radiant eternity hides inside a dim disintegration
    A surreal cloud is lost in every dreaming sorrow
    Shining glazes soothe emotions soaring through an enigma
    Ethereal glimmers wander in the silent maze of mystic blazes.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • From The Grief Of The Darkness

    From The Grief Of The Darkness

    From The Grief Of The Darkness

    From the grief of the darkness in the sky
    Falling leaves over the gelid soil
    No emotions in the soul
    Only silence and blankness
    Betrayal behind sincerity
    A broken mirror that stares at me silently
    No stars to gaze at
    The fire became ice
    And darkness swallowed everything.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • I Wanted To See What Was Not Real

    I Wanted To See What Was Not Real

    I Wanted To See What Was Not Real

    I wanted to see what was not real
    I swam in the deep waters of deception
    now my eyes are wide open
    and the past is as present
    I see everything all over again
    just as it happened yesterday
    and nothing remains to me
    just a miserable shattered mirror
    the stars suddenly went out
    leaving me alone with my thin shadow
    tears run down my face
    darkness around me
    the cold wind cuts my body
    and as I wander in the wild obscurity
    flowers fall from the trees under the shape of flames
    burning every part of my body.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • The Scent Of My Dreams

    The Scent Of My Dreams

    The Scent Of My Dreams

    The scent of my dreams is like a Chopin nocturne
    The sumptuous and opulent scent of tuberose and jasmine surround me
    Impregnating my body and my hair
    And I dream of being away in a place where I can feel protected
    Forgetting everything and everyone
    All the old and abusive memories would disappear
    Finally, I would be free from intrusive thoughts and flashbacks
    Sometimes I thought that I deserved every kind of anguish
    Just because I would feel at peace with myself and with my oppressors
    I never needed their love and attention as I thought
    Nevertheless, they needed me.
    Esther Racah

  • I Don’t Like Writing

    I Don’t Like Writing

    I Don’t Like Writing

    I don’t like writing
    Nevertheless, it is an unavoidable activity for me, such as breathing
    As long as silence talks to me, many impressions crowd into my mind
    Often I stay idle, wondering about random ideas
    But I am not able to rationalise all that is inscrutable
    It is as time shows me life in pictures
    Like a collection of many old miniature paintings
    Some of them are blurred
    And others are very unambiguous
    All those words of mine give only sporadic impressions about myself
    All those poems of mine are only fragments of me
    My poetry is accessible for everyone to read
    My poetry is not trapped in a book
    My poetry is absolutely a wild living thing that breaths
    Hence, I chose the freedom to express myself straightforwardly.
    Esther Racah

  • My Words

    My Words

    My Words

    There are not enough words in the dictionary
    To describe all my emotions and mindsets
    Most of the time, silence is the way I express myself
    And I stay idle like a dead leaf floating on the smooth watery surface of a lake
    Memories, good and bad ones, drag me into a timeless place, which is all mine
    And where I can stay until my consciousness brings me back to reality
    I will always question myself over and over
    Wondering if it is worth sharing my feelings
    And pondering whether unknown strangers will understand my thoughts
    Sometimes I am afraid of revealing too much about myself
    Nevertheless, my words are the only things that remain of me.
    Esther Racah

  • In The Chasm Of Anguishes

    In The Chasm Of Anguishes

    In The Chasm Of Anguishes

    In the chasm of anguishes
    My soul wanders in a desolate immensity
    Faraway, I can hear the echo of a storm
    A violent tempest obscures all the realm
    In silence, I wait immobile
    My memories seize me and entrap me
    Now anguishes and grief welcome me
    And I lose control of my discernment
    Never I will reacquire my old self again
    I became a new person
    Although I am a turmoil of emotions
    Being a soul wandering in a noplace
    I consider each moment of life as a small step
    A minor step to advance in the knowledge of the material world
    I have to abandon my utopistic world made of absurd dreams
    I feel the fears like a frozen wall made of steel
    In the torpour, I try to find a reasonable sense of this life
    All those pains and anguishes build a chasm
    A chasm swallowing every hope and ambition of mine
    The coldness and the darkness of this material reality are overwhelming
    Now I only feel disquiet, and I will never feel safe.
    Esther Racah

  • Overrated Fears

    Overrated Fears

    Overrated Fears

    Overrated fears of future declines
    As the darkness gives way to the light
    In a play of highlights and shadows
    In the ambivalence of the unconsciousness
    Whilst the desires dominates the senses
    And my restlessness feeds my fantasies
    I cease to live a present instant
    Because I nullified the time
    Free and insensate, I can release my impulses
    Instinctively I navigate through the deformities of my thoughts
    I feel so close to my naive inspiration
    And I don’t care to please other’s impression
    The nights belong to my poetry
    The nights belong to my dreams
    When my uncontrolled feelings fiercely flow
    Like a wild rushing waterfall
    Sweeping away all my fears
    And chasing all my dreams
    As soon as they become absurd, chimaeras
    Whilst they materialise in the sublimity of chaos.
    Esther Racah

  • Dust And Deception

    Dust And Deception

    Dust And Deception

    Dust and deception is all I have left
    Everything I built became dust
    Everything I dreamt of became a deception
    Nothing remains in my heart
    Which is aiming to gleam like the stars in the night
    Blank is my mind like the dark void
    Which is not able to rebuild a castle made of dreams
    Disquiet is my mind so engaged in anxiety and haste
    As soon as I perceive the light of a new hope
    It crumbles to pieces like a crystal bowl
    Hence suspended in a spasmodic expectation
    I am lured to the cynicism as a peeled orange
    Which will wither with the time
    And while I am captivated by regrets and discomforts
    Life flies like a rushing torrent amid a quiet forest.
    Esther Racah

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