Esther Racah Writer & Literary Blogger

Tag: sad poetry

  • Silent Lamentations

    Silent Lamentations

    Silent lamentations pleaded the night sky,
    Once, no hope could have been secured in the valley of hollowness and death.
    Lurking beneath the horizon, the stars complied with each illusion,
    Far away from the trees of wisdom and consciousness.

    In this forsaken realm where darkness swallowed all the light,
    The land lay silently barren, touched by neither dawn nor night.
    The moon, a waning spectre in the vault of gloom,
    Drifted above ancient ruins, where stillness was taken for granted.

    Amidst the skeletal remains of what once was alive,
    The whispers of despair through the cold wind contrived.
    Every rustle of the leaves, every sigh of the wind,
    Recounted forgotten tales and unfulfilled pleas.

    The shadows stretched beyond, their shapes entangled with the mist,
    Draping in the memories of those who still were resilient.
    Their voices mirrored faintly, like relics of a dream,
    Lost in the chasm where no hope dared to gleam.

    In this valley of despair where time itself was motionless,
    The night sky’s silent lamentations fell gently, a reflection of a frigid blizzard.
    Stars that once were loyal guides through the darkened night
    With time, they became spectral remnants swallowed by the blight.

    In this void of silent cries, no delight could have been found,
    An eerie trance of glooms cast no consoling sound.
    Archaic trees, gnarled and twisted, stood as silent guardians of woe,
    Their branches narrated fairytales of sorrow and decay that only the dark could have known.

    Beneath this veil of endless night and desolate atmosphere,
    Longings were but a distant memory, lost in infinite despair.
    In the senseless embrace of the abyss where dimness lay in wait,
    The night sky grieved for dreams that could never have been escaped,
    Forgotten tales and unfulfilled supplications.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Oblivious Desires

    Oblivious Desires

    Oblivious desires hid beneath the starred sky,
    Nonsense from the clouds of voluptuous dreams,
    Becoming nightmares of an endless night spent in the labyrinth of darkness,
    Love and death were entwined like roses and thorns.

    Magic mirages were a transcendent wisp,
    Illusions faded with the breaking dawn,
    Phantasms that weathered on the edges of reality,
    Vanishing like shadows when the light was drawn.

    The moon whispered secrets to the silent sea,
    As waves crashed with a mournful melody,
    Lost souls wandered in the twilight’s embrace,
    Seeking consolation in the echoes of a forgotten cry.

    How indifferent were the stars to every earthly plight,
    Glimmering coldly in their distant domain,
    Witnessing the folly of mortal yearnings,
    As dreams dissolved into the night again.

    Oblivion embraced those who dared to dream and forget,
    In the realm where light and shadow met,
    Their desires, ephemeral as morning mist,
    Vanished in the twilight, bittersweet.

    The labyrinth’s passages recounted tales,
    Of love lost in the periods of time,
    Where roses wilted and thorns remained,
    In the garden of memories and regrets, so hauntingly sublime.

    Beneath the luminaries’ indifferent gaze,
    Hope flickered like a candle’s flame,
    Destined to be devoured by the obscurity,
    Although burning brightly anyway.

    In the end, the dusk claimed everything,
    Dreams and desires, love and strife,
    Leaving only the silence of eternity,
    In the labyrinth of the endless nights.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • The Dreaded Abyss

    The Dreaded Abyss

    The dreaded abyss was hidden beyond the veil where daylight had faded,
    An obscure realm where terror had paraded,
    A chasm deep and cold as stone,
    Where shadows had draped and wraiths had grown.

    The abyss, a maw of ancient gloom,
    Had swallowed echoes of forgotten doom,
    Its depths had been a crypt where nightmares had crept,
    And silent ghosts had kept their vigils.

    The darkness there had been thick and dense,
    A realm where hope had been lost and forsaken,
    Where light and sound had been swallowed whole,
    And emptiness had consumed every dream and longing.

    In that abyss, no light could pierce,
    No voice could break the sombre curse,
    For in the maw of time’s decay,
    The spirits of despair had played.

    The air had been charged with dread and fear,
    As phantoms of the lost had drawn near,
    Their whispers had lingered, dark and cold,
    A feast and doom full of tales untold.

    The shadows had danced in endless woe,
    Where fear and darkness had ebbed and flowed,
    And those evanescent entities who had ventured to that place,
    Had found themselves trapped in a dark embrace.

    No mortal form could have stood the strain,
    Of darkness, thick and chilling pain,
    For in the void where horror had reigned,
    The abyss had forever chained.

    And in the silence, deep and infinite,
    The relics of the past had been cast,
    A chilling reminder of the dread,
    That had haunted the depths where spirits had tread.

    The echoes of the past had been a haunting song,
    A lament of despair that was a nightmare,
    With each passing moment, the fear had grown,
    As the dreaded abyss had claimed what was once known.

    In shadows deep, where whispers had wept,
    The memories of lost souls had quietly slumbered,
    Their stories entwined with the darkness profound,
    In the dreaded abyss where eternal phobias had been found.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Supreme Desolation

    Supreme Desolation

    Supreme desolation in an oasis of lifeless dreams,
    Astray of the night and sweet memories of a time when the sun shined on the sky,
    Longings and phobias of a distant past and future melted away,
    In the sour taste of emptiness and darkness.

    Sorrows and grief descended upon the forest of joy and delight,
    Bringing despair and pain as incessant raindrops,
    While vanities vanished like phantoms in the void,
    Faraway from every hope and dream.

    A soft and untamed doom bloomed all over the silent night,
    Wherever a flower of death rose from the gardens of destruction,
    As a chaotic fate would have decided to the frost winds,
    In an abyss of storms and transformations.

    Supreme desolation of monotonous clouds,
    Among the many discoloured horizons of faded lights,
    When the skies are dark and mendacious like dirty lies,
    Betrayal of mischief and mediocrity.

    Hallucinations and nightmares ruled the night,
    Ready to illude and trap the enduring dreamers,
    In the realm of distorted shadows of repetitive and emotionless events,
    Slowly dissolving like snowflakes through the everlasting flames of intemperance.

    Sad fears gave way to hateful revenge,
    In an oblivious reality where silence screamed the loudest,
    Amongst ruins and remnants of lost strives,
    Eclipsed by the weight of forgotten sorrows.

    Within this bleak infinity, whispers and sighs indulged,
    Specs of what once was a chimaera now seeking renewal,
    In the depths of a vicious and relentless aether,
    A flicker of forsakenness, however faint, emerged.

    In the heart of desolation, there lay a spectre,
    A cruel reminder that amidst the gloom, dread endured,
    Though buried in the shadows of despair,
    Its faint glow ensnared the weary and enthusiastic souls in torment.

    The night stretched on, and dreams grew twisted,
    For in the darkest hours, only the abyss waited patiently,
    And from the ashes of anguish and despair,
    No dawn would have risen; only endless obscurity persisted.
    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

  • A Shock Of Dismay

    A Shock Of Dismay

    A shock of dismay flowed into sadness,
    Like pouring rain upon a deserted garden,
    Where no flowers were seen,
    But only dark leaves of disdain.

    Midnight roses were scattered across the valley of despair,
    When nothing else could have been achieved anymore,
    The silence of death descended as the only comfort,
    Glimmering and gloomy as a necklace made of diamonds and thorns.

    The cold solitude of lost instants betrayed every blissful illusion,
    Numb souls lost their unnamed loves,
    Becoming locked treasure chests,
    Without privileged keys to undisclose them.

    Whispering longings were fading like forsaken memories,
    Once belonging to lost hopes and dreams,
    Fragile as evanescent clouds in the immense sky,
    Where the sun was just an ephemeral pale gleam of light.

    Tenebrous were the oblivious yearnings of delight,
    Veiled from the gaze of envy and shrouded in the whispers of night,
    Unconscious of the gentle embraces of the darkness,
    Lost in the abyss of a Stygian sky’s silent flight.

    The ethereal apathy of distant hopes deceived every expectation,
    Shattering the mirrors of audacious promises,
    The only fleeting chance was the ghostly grief,
    Leaving behind a trail of pale regrets in its embrace.

    In the remote realms of shadows and despair,
    Lost in the echoes of gloomy memories,
    Each moment died in a flicker of light,
    Without any solace or sympathy.

    A shock of dismay echoed the pang of a soul’s silent plight,
    Whenever teardrops of sorrow glistened in the dead of night,
    In the stillness of darkness, decay held sway,
    A silent witness to time’s relentless play.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • 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

  • 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

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