Esther Racah Writer & Literary Blogger

Tag: short poem

  • The Oscillations Of The Soul

    The Oscillations Of The Soul

    The Oscillations Of The Soul

    A jolt weakens the oscillations of the soul
    Every time a whisper echoes in the infinite ether
    For every shadow that appears in the world of illusions
    Wonder and amazement of the senses dance in infinity
    The swarthy flames of greed and lust are overwhelmed by a sense of grief
    The dark and silent grief destroyed every gold amulet
    A tumult descends upon every soul awakening from a deep slumber
    Lost shivers stagger ashore from the depths of the ocean of fears
    A chain made of glinting treasures creates a rope of desires
    Capturing the emptiness left behind a swirl of struggles
    Whilst eternal and elusive fates indulge in a hidden haul.
    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

  • An Imperfect Heavenly Shimmer

    An Imperfect Heavenly Shimmer

    An Imperfect Heavenly Shimmer

    An imperfect heavenly shimmer collapses beyond memories
    A serene sorrow decays into a radiant touch
    A hesitating surprise dissolves in a gilded glaze
    A whispered instant is lost in every secret desire
    An unending wonder of sadness shrouds an unreal world
    Where endless spaces are filled with emptiness
    Obscure fears enclose elusive illusions
    Whilst fate devours cold shadows of dismay
    Peaceful dreams reflect on the mirror of deception
    A hushed enigma unfolds an embezzled prospect
    Scornful glooms swallow every shining longing
    In a perpetual hideous frolic of life and death.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • A Silent Dream

    A Silent Dream

    A Silent Dream

    A silent dream turns to dust
    A strong illusion ascends the flame of memories
    A whisper suddenly shuts the surrounding emotions
    A cold mist touches a fragment of an instant
    A meaningless wish melts into a burning mystery
    The empty night appears as an unknown memory
    A blurred silence breaks the chain of a hidden consolation
    The contemplation of a shining shadow nestling a dreary destiny
    The time is entwined with a surreal blooming deception
    A lost light gently falters in the space
    An intangible wind let the envious struggles fall into the nothingness
    A desperate glow and a devoted tear tremble together
    The wondering cloud shines its unfortunate secret
    Whispered with an incredible sorrow in a dead eternity.
    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

  • She Is Lost In Her Mind

    She Is Lost In Her Mind

    She Is Lost In Her Mind

    She is lost in her mind
    She might be weird, but she couldn’t be otherwise
    And sometimes she would pass days hiding under a sea of blankets
    Every mirror of her house would be covered with drapes
    Being too afraid to see her reflections
    Avoiding being seen in the streets
    She was concealing her face with her long locks
    Nobody would know her voice because of her silence
    She was dreaming every single day, living in her own imaginary world
    Sometimes overthinker and melancholic
    And sometimes too much aware of her own anguish
    She doesn’t belong to the society she lives in
    It is like she was born on another planet
    And all the humans around her, far and near
    They were just aliens to her
    Her dreams were, are and always will be her pleasures
    Because she always has been made of stars.
    Esther Racah

  • A Lonely Star In The Universe

    A Lonely Star In The Universe

    A Lonely Star In The Universe

    In the light blue sky, the clouds move fast as the wind passes through them
    In the same way, I feel emotions wander rapidly in my mind
    And they move incessantly and frantically like chaotic clouds
    My mind is a light blue sky, which sometimes becomes dark
    Occasionally numbness and stillness can block my emotions
    I feel my invisibility increasing with time
    It’s like I disappear in the emptiness of the insignificance and blankness
    I struggle to bright like a lonely star in the universe.
    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

  • Writing My Soul Down

    Writing My Soul Down

    Writing My Soul Down

    Writing my soul down while it is raining
    The dark night appears like a vast stormy ocean
    Expectations defeat me as I dream each day and night
    Being emotionally paralyzed, I wait for the moment I can rely on my senses
    Sometimes the perfection might be in the imperfections
    Sometimes it would be better to be wary rather than foolish
    Humbleness should replace arrogance
    Honesty should replace dissimulation
    Exhaustion might hide anguish and grief
    Nowadays, popularity and lavishness classify people
    Idiocy and platitude endangers arts and culture
    The most important values of this society are to be popular and wealthy
    Everything can be buried in the abyss of the ineptitude
    All that I can do is write my soul down, scribbling notes.
    Esther Racah

  • The Fragility Of Life

    The Fragility Of Life

    The Fragility Of Life

    The fragility of life is like scattered fragments of memories
    My mind is lost in the obliviousness, and I become immaterial
    I find my haven in solitude and wilderness
    I remain bewildered because of the anguishes I endure
    Fears become my constant companions
    Loneliness can sometimes be arduous
    Loneliness can sometimes be a choice
    Life is like a candle flame that will be extinguished
    Everything perishes, and dreams become mere illusions
    Derealization can be a way to connect with my true self
    Sometimes knowledge can be a regression
    Passions enslave and love decays
    Sincerity can deceive, and insolence can empower
    Boldness can be frailty, and idiocy can be mistaken for talent
    Banality can be mistaken for wisdom
    It isn’t worth following the fads
    Awards and praises will not come from it.
    Esther Racah

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