Esther Racah Writer & Literary Blogger

Tag: poems

  • Silent Darkness

    Silent Darkness

    Silent darkness lay among the garden of dreams and nightmares,
    Illusions and chimaeras blossomed into alluring flowers,
    Under the sight of a dark night sky studded with stars.

    Solemn promises of failed loves and altered desires were the guardians of this sacred alcove,
    A garden immersed in a silent darkness.

    Moonlight glimmered, illuminating the scene with a spectral glow,
    Casting shadows that moved with a ghostly grace.
    Fragments of forgotten vows were scattered through the still air,
    As the past intertwined itself with the present.

    Each petal was exhausted by the burden of memories,
    Infuse with the fragrance of longing and regret.
    The trees loomed eternal, their branches like skeletal arms,
    Reaching out to caress the fabric of the night.

    In this garden, time halted to flow,
    Instants frozen in a fragile web.
    Dreams entangled with nightmares,
    Creating an ethereal veil of beauty and despair.

    A mild breeze stirred the leaves of decay,
    A sigh of the universe manifesting in the dark night.
    A wind that carried the essence of lost yearnings,
    Revealing secrets to those who dared to imagine fantasy worlds.

    Beneath the ancient oak, a stone throne lay,
    Weathered by the passage of countless seasons.
    It kept the marks of periods of solace and delight,
    In the embrace of the garden’s silent refuge.

    The stars above bore a timeless glint,
    Glimpses of the tales created in this secret place.
    They shimmered like distant lanterns,
    Guiding daring wandered through the labyrinth of dreams.

    Silent darkness obscured the night,
    A solitary warder of the fragile beauty.
    It draped the garden in an eternal silence,
    Holding its enigmas in the chasms of the night.

    The secret garden was the dwelling of dreams and nightmares,
    Where delusions and mirages flourished,
    Silent darkness lingered as a timeless protection of an invisible realm.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • The Enchanted Ruins

    The Enchanted Ruins

    The enchanted ruins were lost to time’s embrace,
    Where ivy clung to stone’s cold face,
    The echoes of a past forlorn,
    Resided within the ancient morn.

    The moonlight wove through the broken spire,
    Casting shadows that inspired,
    A mournful dance of spectres old,
    In ruins where their stories fold.

    The crumbling arches, silent wept,
    In sorrow’s breath, the night had slept,
    A whisper through the shattered hall,
    Of secrets lost and shadows tall.

    The ivy wrapped around the past,
    A painting of time steadfast,
    Its tendrils clutched at memories,
    Of joys dissolved in whispered pleas.

    Through labyrinths where echoes played,
    And remnants of the past decayed,
    The silence spoke of love and loss,
    And dreams once magnificent have turned to moss.

    The enchanted ruins were not anymore a majestic mansion,
    They lay beneath the moon’s soft code,
    Each stone was a witness to the years,
    A monument to vanished tears.

    Their splendour, now a fleeting glance,
    In the realm of twilight’s trance,
    Recounted tales of lives once bright,
    Now fading into an endless night.

    The ivy’s grip, a gentle thief,
    Enshrouded the past in quiet grief,
    Its leaves whispered of days gone by,
    Beneath the ever-weeping sky.

    In this desolate domain,
    A certain beauty did remain,
    For through the sorrow, light could trace,
    The haunting grace of time’s embrace was felt.

    Wandering shadows were silent remnants of forgotten tales,
    The moon’s dim light unveiled sorrow’s concealed details,
    In this forsaken place where time ceaselessly failed,
    Ghosts of the past lingered in haunted trails.

    These enchanted ruins held a timeless lore,
    Of what was cherished, lost, and more,
    A spectral dance beneath the moon,
    A memory’s melancholic tune.

    Amidst the echoes, faded sighs,
    The enchanted ruins whispered goodbyes,
    Of vanished joys, solemn grace,
    In the quiet of this haunted place.

    In moonlit silence, shadows entwined with forsaken longings,
    An ethereal realm where dreams once grieved,
    Through time’s embrace and the past refrained,
    A mournful song of bliss and anguish.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Foggy Nights

    Foggy Nights

    Foggy nights had shrouded the moon’s pale face,
    Whispers of mist had woven through the air,
    Silent streets had been glazed with a ghostly trace,
    A world of shadows had become a hidden and rare realm.

    Lamp posts had flickered with a subdued light,
    Cloaked in different shades of black, blue, and grey, while the towns had slept,
    Noises had echoed, faint and renewed,
    In the fog, every secret had been kept and never revealed.

    Dreams had drifted in the haze as unknown visions,
    Fear and wonder had intertwined,
    In a realm of silence and solitude,
    Foggy nights had been shining mysteries.

    Windows had glowed with muffled lights,
    Shapes had moved softly as undefined geometries,
    Every sound had been a breathless fright,
    On foggy nights, where time had been unlimited.

    The past had emerged, lost in a grey mist,
    Forgotten whispers, fleeting, near,
    Old memories, like ghosts, had replayed,
    On foggy nights, they had reappeared.

    Each corner had held a hidden tale,
    Of love, of sorrow, left behind,
    On foggy nights, where voices had trailed,
    In the mist, their secrets had become bound.

    Lonely souls had wandered the veil,
    Seeking solace in the gloom,
    Foggy nights, where shadows had sailed,
    Through the twilight’s quiet chamber.

    Cloaked figures had drifted through the haze,
    Their faces had been lost, their stories untold,
    Through foggy nights, they had wandered in a daze,
    In this eerie silence, they had been bold.

    Cobblestones had glistened underfoot,
    Each step a whisper, soft and light,
    In the fog, they had sought what had been forgotten,
    Chasing echoes through the night.

    Creeping ivy had embraced old walls,
    Silent sentinels of time gone by,
    On foggy nights, the past had recalled,
    Whispering secrets to the sky.

    Phantom sighs in the alleyways,
    Guided by the moon’s faint glow,
    In the stillness of the foggy maze,
    A timeless prom, slow and low.

    Ancient oaths and broken vows,
    Hidden deep in the fog’s embrace,
    On foggy nights, they had whispered now,
    Lingering in every haunted place.

    From night to dawn, the fog had remained,
    A veil that had wrapped the town in lore,
    Foggy nights, where time had abstained,
    And mysteries had reigned forevermore.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Shells Of Memories

    Shells Of Memories

    Shells of reveries in the quiet silence of the night,
    Unreachable places that don’t exist anymore but in ethereal memories,
    Shattered dreams lingering behind shadows.

    Still reveries, once vivid, now grown dim,
    Like ghostly whispering on the wind,
    Glimmering weakly in twilight’s grasp,
    Lost in time, they slipped and rasped.

    Soundless images faded into the emptiness,
    In the dimming light of forgotten places,
    Where happiness once rang clear and bright,
    Now, only sorrow haunted the night.

    Echoes of bliss once demure,
    Now but spectres, obscure,
    Haunted the corners of the imagination,
    Leaving emptiness behind.

    In the crypt of broken memoirs,
    Where each dream might have been the last,
    Skeletons of memories lay,
    In the graveyard of goodbye.

    Intricate threads of fate in the silent abyss,
    Where memories faded,
    And nightmares were the relentless thieves behind shadows of longings,
    While stole moments wove grief.

    Castles in the air became ruins of despair,
    As midnight’s secrets hid behind a mosaic of stars in a forgotten sky,
    At the echoes of tales of tears and sighs,
    Fading slowly into the moonlight.

    Relics of memories etched in the sand,
    Were washed away by time’s burden,
    In the gentle rise and fall of life’s tide,
    Everything that once was whole is now fragmented.

    Whispers of ancient times were faint and frail,
    Like petals of autumn that drifted in the gale,
    In the infinite chasm, they dwelt,
    Forsaken and erased from the memory of the emptiness.

    The abyss of eternity swallowed everything into oblivion,
    Where existence faded into the endless expanse.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • A Cloudy View

    A Cloudy View

    A cloudy view of skies of grey and blue,
    Where dreams ensued,
    A vast canvas where thoughts renewed,
    Clouds lingered in silent cue,
    Painting stories, both old and new.

    Soft whispers like morning dew became a symphony of shades,
    A timeless brew,
    In every shadow, a tale to construed,
    A cloudy view, forever enlightened.

    Through mist and haze, the world eschewed,
    Boundless horizons for desires to rescue,
    In every wisp, a chance to pursue,
    A cloudy view, a life to imbue,
    In the labyrinth of fate.

    Above the earth, where eagles flew,
    Where secrets lay and dreams accrued.
    In whispered winds, the past imbued,
    A cloudy view was a rendezvous,
    A bliss of light and darkness.

    Each cloud a verse, in skies so purple,
    A realm of hopes, both old and new,
    In every fold, a spell to hurtle,
    A cloudy view for fortune and misfortune,
    Soaring storms of wild seas.

    Tempests of oceans and winds,
    In twilight’s embrace, where dreams were pursued,
    And stars aligned, in heavens’ view.
    In the dimness, the night imbued,
    The eternal kingdom of stars.

    For in imaginary clouds, a world was construed,
    A bubble of illusion, both false and true.
    In every shape, a lore to reveal,
    At every instant,
    Forever dreams and nightmares.

    What else could have been saved?
    Only the ethereal emptiness.
    We have to surrender to the infinite abyss of darkness.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Orphic Mysteries

    Orphic Mysteries

    Orphic mysteries of lost worlds became tales of ancient times,
    Nevermore to be revealed in the realm of lost worlds and mysteries,
    Where the foremost silence became the only language.

    Eerie whispers and echoes lingered, haunting dreams and lost longings,
    As shadows swirled with memories, where secrets unfolded their own refuge,
    Wandering through eternity in a timeless quest.

    Through the labyrinth of solace and bliss,
    Dreams became reminiscences in the realm of twilight and dusk,
    Amidst the shadows of forsaken truths.

    A spectral trance bewildered the night sky,
    While the veil of illusion obfuscated reality,
    Enshrouding the world in a cloak of uncertainty and wonder.

    The Orphic mysteries of lost worlds forever shone,
    Whenever reality intertwined with the ethereal dance of imagination,
    Guiding souls beyond the maze of the conceivable.

    In the realm of forgotten tales and ancient enigmas,
    The arcane enigmas cast their ethereal glow,
    Perpetually illuminating the boundaries between feasibility and imagination.

    The ephemeral and eternal wonders floated like phantoms in the mist,
    A dreamscape lost in the infinite mystical world,
    Where the void challenged the unknown.

    Silent sighs of eternity echoed through the dark night,
    While celestial flames blazed at the sight of paradoxes in the abyss of uncertainty,
    Ancient runes held hidden lore, their arcane glyphs etched upon the wall of infinity.

    Bygone expectations tormented dreams in the labyrinth of existence,
    Within the fabric of eternity and esoteric fantasies,
    Where silence became the lonely supreme ruler,
    And treachery obscured the glowing sparkle of dying stars.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • An Enchanting Betrayal

    An Enchanting Betrayal

    An enchanting betrayal allured blossoms of ingenuity and candour,
    Suffocating and disintegrating them,
    Reducing them to ashes that the wind dispersed in the sterile emptiness.

    Frigid and frightening indifferences seized the abyss of nightmares,
    With confidence and arrogance,
    Pretending that the realm of dreams was never truly created.

    Avarice and greed sovereigned the real world,
    Training the empty void to invite the shadows of lost ghouls,
    In a sophisticated way, they would never question.

    Free luminaries were going to be crushed like pearl shells,
    In the immensity of the obsidian firmament,
    Kingdom of the most defeating silence.

    Splattered illusions were gleaming in the obscurity of the night,
    When delusional delights were shut permanently in undisclosed havens,
    While a suffuse melody of screams was invading the ethereal realms of forgetfulness.

    Graciously falling leaves of memories fled a maze of seclusion,
    Where the solitude intemperance nurtured the growing roots of melancholy and despair,
    Draining the essence of hope from every whispered sigh of anguish.

    In the ambiguous shades of forgotten dreams,
    Wisps of regret and sorrow swirled in a macabre waltz,
    Trapped in an eternal cycle of yearning and resignation.

    In the absolute darkness, forsaken stars lay beneath the velvet cloak of the night,
    Wept tears of lost aspirations became silent screams,
    With a glow that was an ephemeral radiance in the vast and unyielding dimness.

    Relics of beauty lingered like fragile embers of brilliance,
    Snowflakes of defiance amidst the desolation,
    Whispering tales of destruction and demise.

    Whispers fainted like the rustling of autumn leaves,
    Blazing flares of passion dwindled to flickering candles,
    In moments that slipped through the edges of time like grains of sand.

    An enchanting betrayal,
    Woven with threads of bygone joys and bashful sorrows,
    Faded slowly in the quiet,
    Shadowy chambers of memory.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • In An Evanescent Realm

    In An Evanescent Realm

    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

  • Echoes In The Rain

    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

    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