Tag: rose

  • The Crystal Rose

    The Crystal Rose

    A crystal rose was hiding in a garden where shadows eternally grew,
    This was a rose made of crystal and ice,
    Its petals gleamed with a ghostly glow,
    And its thorns pierced deep like a silent vice.

    No fragrance drifted from its frozen bloom,
    Only a chill that gnawed at the bone,
    Fragments of sorrow entombed in the gloom,
    Echoed around it in a hollow tone.

    Its beauty was sharp as a midnight scream,
    A relic of longing and unfulfilled grace,
    Glistening coldly under the moon’s faint light,
    Reflecting the void in its frozen facade.

    Legends divulged that it was born from despair,
    When a lover’s heart turned bitter and cold,
    A cruel enchantment cast in the air,
    Binding his grief in the crystal to hold.

    Now it stood, unmoved by time’s cruel hand,
    A relic of loss where no life could grow,
    In the forsaken and frostbitten land,
    Forever to haunt in the twilight’s glow.

    Its petals shattered with a touch too near,
    Leaving nothing but shards of forgotten woe,
    For no warmth or love could ever draw near,
    To the heart of the crystal rose below.

    Beneath its roots lay a tale untold,
    Of a grave where hopes and dreams were laid,
    Entwined with frost and forever cold,
    In the shadow where all light must fade.

    The winds howled through the desolate night,
    Melody of a love that was doomed from the start,
    Their vestiges lingered, fragile and slight,
    Like the faint, breaking beat of a glass heart.

    The crystal rose endured in its sorrow’s embrace,
    A monument to passion turned to stone,
    Its silent beauty haunted this forgotten, forlorn place,
    A relic of anguish, forever alone.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • The Visions Of My Soul

    The Visions Of My Soul

    The visions of my soul strike my mind
    I never see to end of the motionless disheartenment
    In silence, I wait for a prolonged rain to end
    I know the world will not last forever
    In hope, I live a dreamless life made of disillusions
    Lies in the deepest darkness with no return at all
    Where everything is dim and the night is quiet
    The rising waves and the gloaming break me
    Surprise and wonder echoes seem to be heard from afar

    The visions of my soul fly like a rose
    They are born to face the earth’s fate
    I have learned how to dream
    A new life is present
    Every word is not a mystery
    It is the only way to be
    Unmindful and alone
    I have never known of all the rituals I dreamt
    No one should know

    The visions of my soul go back to the years and life’s past
    A long journey is waiting now for me
    A perfect existence to read
    Though I still enjoy thinking about perspectives
    I’m looking forward to each night with sadness
    Perhaps it has been written without rhymes
    I cannot always be concerned in ways far away too much longer to write
    A very different way to be in art
    I see words as they were assigned to me for the way I exist

    The visions of my soul have vanished in the sky
    And as the birds cease singing in their nest
    At twilight, my memories fade away
    My heart is close to the firmament and yet so free
    The dreams, the air, the sky, the sea, the trees and the earth help me to find myself
    I glimpse the bright clouds and the leaves flying down
    Whilst the stars gleam upon me
    I become free from those old and deceitful longings.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • A Gloomy Sorrow

    A Gloomy Sorrow

    A gloomy sorrow
    A gentle grief
    In a world made of pride
    The soul will never win
    It seems as if no one can be able to love and dreams
    Patience and happiness are rare gifts to be obtained with pain
    When only desire can find peace
    I used to learn my true emotions of mine
    The wisdom becomes a bliss
    Truth is hidden everywhere
    Everything on earth comes to an end

    A gloomy sorrow sweet for all the hours
    At the sound of the darkness spinning around the night
    Few faint glistening hopes find their way through the abyss of dismay
    It would be a joy to love my heart
    But sorrow comes from a long time ago
    And yet, in life, a great beauty shines
    Time does arrive travelling with no destination
    My soul had forgotten words
    A little fear becomes mine
    And my soul is full of pain

    A gloomy sorrow of loneliness
    The soul is smiling during the day
    In vain, a million feelings were meant to die
    Whole memories belonging to me
    Happiness is born to die
    Tomorrow a great fate could last forever
    A treasure to be kept
    While the future loses its feelings
    Bliss would hide in a place beyond eternity
    Being confined and helpless
    Sobbing in a restless night

    A gloomy sorrow
    When the memories were never the same
    A dull despair and delight
    Life and death
    Far away from my mind and thoughts
    The light and shades of my soul shine
    When the eyes are dark and cold
    The flames of hope grow fast
    Every time I write, a little dream manifests
    Like a rose into the breath of the universe
    When they call my name, I strive

    A gloomy sorrow in the night
    Longing to be seen
    But a heavy cold sadness falls down
    A white sun of light is glowing
    And every ray of sunshine has blossomed from every side
    Just as soon as the clouds fly through the air
    The beauty of joy crosses the whole world
    Heavy thoughts have drifted into my soul
    The remembrance of a distant way I have travelled
    I feel a longing to comfort my thoughts
    I shall be loved by my anguish and wait no longer.
    Esther Elizabeth 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

  • 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

  • Flowers Falling Over Me

    Flowers Falling Over Me

    Flowers Falling Over Me

    Flowers are falling over me like a soft and warm rain
    Doubts and sorrows dissolve like the morning fog
    When the sunset light up, the blue sky
    Now and forever, I will cherish joys and sorrows like a cherished treasure
    None of the stars knows our destiny as a mysterious secret maze
    In an endless agony, I lie amid the uncertainties
    Tension and concern can be delightful like lavish rose blossoms
    Beauty and lust overwhelm me
    Now that the luxury of the exquisite universe blinds me
    I totally give up control of my mind and my body
    A sublime ecstasy of irrationality and unpredictability dominates the senses
    Passions and vulnerabilities bloom like magnolia flowers
    Splendid purple roses and candid white lilies fall from the sky
    Stars and hopes adorn the firmament
    I cannot hear my own breathing because of the roaring wind
    In a surrealistic flourishing of pleasure and grief
    Splintered fragments of my soul vanish in the desolation
    I don’t feel any more pain
    I don’t feel any more joy
    Nothing can surprise me anymore
    I cannot change the reality
    I’m not too fond of the truth
    All that I need is the illusion of a dream in an ethereal moment
    In my dreams, I let go of the past
    And I can giggle at the sound of the flowers falling over me.
    Esther Racah

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