Esther Racah Writer & Literary Blogger

Tag: short poems

  • 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

  • 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

  • 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

  • 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

  • Hypothetical Dreams

    Hypothetical Dreams

    Hypothetical Dreams

    As faint and golden glares stroke me
    I think about a peaceful instant when I can fly away in my hypothetical dreams
    Now and then, I can be myself without pretending to be someone else
    Someone I am not, and I will never be
    Far from society pretences and hypocritical conventions
    Musical notes reach into my soul, which is a convergence of several temperaments
    Wondering how many ways I can live parallel lives
    Wondering how many ways I can detach myself from this foolish reality
    Because I live in my imaginary and hypothetical dreams
    And I’m trapped in a safe hideout
    Hiding is the only way I can protect myself
    Disappearing in the vastness of the universe
    Fragile dreams like thin crystals, which are gleaming in the moonlight
    Being my soul a frail fractal of an imaginary universe of stars
    Lost in abandon and oblivion once my only companion is the solitude
    Now that it is useless to be thoughtful and considerate
    Now that I am not anymore my past self
    I’m different versions of myself
    It is never too late to discover an unusual and astonishing introspectiveness
    Delight and sorrow wrap my soul as I touch purple roses
    Lusting for their beauty and purity
    I can rest forever in my cruel and hypothetical dreams
    Now that the stars whisper in the luxuriant firmament.
    Esther Racah

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