Best Veil Poems
A fire blazes behind the veil
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This veil I wear
is not made of cloth
for no fabric could withstand
the incendiary passion
I command
It's self-imposed
not forced
no man's hand
would dare cover me
yet here I am
swathed in these layers...
folds of security
you see
it's easier
much easier
just to be like the rest
not a subject of discussion
or the brunt of derision
with meanings misconstrued
by the crass and the rude...
thus,
anonymity allures
I finger the veil
its threads: religious doctrine
its dye: denial
its paisley patterns: protocol
culturally appropriate
I stand:
~chaste~
silence simmering
with actions inactive
I stand: quiet, demure, serene
but my thoughts burning, unseen
and behind the veil
I smolder
passion flares through my eyes
the only indication
that I'm alive
I pass you by
another woman
unseen
unknown
unacknowledged
I pass you by
you...frivolous in your freedom
you...unappreciative of accpetance
I pass you by
and yet, inwardly I smile
warmed by inner flames
emanating from my core
I know…so much more
There's potential...
potential this woman has in store
for this I know
when the time has come
when I'm ready
it will fall away
by my own hand
unobtrusively grand
and you will see the sight
the walking, breathing delight
of the unveiled woman
confident
sublime
a woman
calmly, gracefully, purposefully
passing you by....
Eileen Manassian
This is not meant to be offense to anyone from the Islamic faith. The veil has symbolic meaning.
The Lord is my salvation and my light,
the stronghold of my life, whom shall I fear?
Protecting when the foe attacks by night;
the prayers of his children he will hear.
O holy Lord, my sin has been a veil,
a waywardness that blinds my eyes to you;
a poisoned cloud I willingly inhale
that dulls the spirit and obstructs the view.
One thing I ask, Lord; this is what I seek:
to gaze upon the beauty of your face.
The dark is often strong and I am weak,
remove this veil that I may see your grace.
Yet now we walk by faith and not by sight
until we see, with brand new eyes, your light.
a meditation on Psalm 27
written 16 Mar 2022
The perfection of your lips, they leave me not..
I have traced them a thousand times..
With closed eyes, my empty hands have caressed the curves of your silken shore..
I have lost self within the dark pools of your haunting eyes..
Want fills the vessel of I..
Your scent, that sweet fragrance of desire, filling my mind in fever..
On tongue tip simmers your nectar, fulfilling..
Two breaths as one, our bodies the same..
Wetness and warmth, swallowing stone...
I have drowned within you..
Your soft petals covering..
Drawing forth the rising of man..
Wrapped in your hunger..
I am afloat, in the soft veil of the night....TAH
A clever sphere through midnight's shadow rolls,
its course through clouds, like ships through hidden shoals
and drifting hearts out searching for their souls.
A game of hide-and-seek - through forest members peek.
A wishful lost mystique - to kiss a lover's cheek.
Like promises, you glow then disappear,
then gone, until you glisten in a tear -
too late to dry a page where ink-stains smear.
So, even through the day - in sunlit visage stay,
the brightness can't allay - a scentless heart's bouquet.
Your crescent grin is burned upon my soul,
yet, I cannot pretend to be unique;
to find clandestine countenance appear,
and capture daydream's wishes where they play.
No one can see my eyes
they a covered with dark sunglasses
Dark as my soul and my thoughts
When life goes in grim backstreets
it's reflected by a deeper truth about who I am
My most penetrating screams are always silent
Why should life be so difficult,
where we wear a mask ?
The underside of my wings,
will lead me away into another reality
There is a lot of mystery attached to the theater of life
Out and in of different roles
and various performances -
placed in a centrifuge
When I feel I fall eight feet straight down
while, in reality, I'm sitting in bed
The choices are that I don't need to
to identify me or my own experience
with the content of my thoughts
25.09.2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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In the backstreets of my mind
Sponsored by: Silent One
2nd place in the contest
Lifting the Veil
You see, Mr Bilton, Sir
This trumpet that you gave me
Fails my musical sense to stir
A guitar would surely save me
A guitar is all I yearn
Should I whinge and whine and wail
Or will His Dominance make mine turn
A whiter shade of pale
My puny chest draws deep a breath
My lips pucker to tweet
The notes inside were lost to death
Instead of sounding sweet
Sorry Sir, embarrassed I
For all that I exhale
Leaves the effort that I ply
A whiter shade of pale
Relenting to the obvious
He throws at me a strummy
It ain’t no Stradivarius
But sits well on me tummy
I plucks vibrations on the strings
My muse it lifts the veil
For on his rosy cheek there clings
A whiter shade of pale.
For Arcy’s, ‘Sing to Me’ Contest
Inspired by; Whiter Shade of Pale
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gossamer laces
adorn the face of young love...
the veil of promise
a traditional haiku 5/7/5
I been seeing my life through a cloudy veil.
Although it was my fault, my own sight I did curtail.
I believed in going with the flow, how could I fail?
Until my soul I taxed with a enormous bill of sale.
Hesitation became a crutch that I demurely hid behind.
Disillusionment concealed from my unconscious mind.
Instincts I ignored, to my ego, that was unjustly unkind.
Creating a hazy web of sorts internally, once all combined.
I lifted the veil and my vision is suddenly crystal clear.
Insight of self, promises an astronomical year.
Finally squelching the doubts whispering in my ear.
Thinking positively, I make a leap in my career.
Independence is now something I truly embrace.
Confidence is stronger, my fears I do solemnly face.
Life is now full of possibilities, no longer an enclosed space.
Lifting that veil, I can now contentedly say, I found my place!
Cecilia Macfarlane
The crying of a lonely night,
pine's branches drooping moonlit white
as sighing winds touch heaven’s gate,
without the need to stand and wait
for every roaming rainclouds' stare,
she needs to ask the why or where
in moments when pain veils her face
so sullen, yet so full of grace;
as her swan wings clutch twilight's hues
dripping tears from November's dues
yet, eyes open their crystal plumes
with hopes of flowers' newborn blooms
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Contest: Joyce Johnson's The Rhyming Game
By: nette onclaud
The bridal veil waterfall
Seen through Azaleas' blossoms
Behind the Veil of Friendship
Your friend, walks very slowly behind you.
Seeing the harm coming your way.
His sword out, he protects you back.
And you know nothing, you are not even
aware of the coming whacks!
You have innocent dreams, that people
really do like you.
He knows far better, how bitterly some do
despise your poetry, too.
While you dream of the goodness of man.
He goes sleepless, in your defense, doing
all that he can.
Nobody will listen to him, in their expensive
pajamas.
But then, they are soulless, possessing
no trained nashama.(soul)
Thank God, for a friend so abundantly blessed.
Who far surpasses any meagre, friendship test!
Both evil and good, exist in man’s veritable soul.
My friend, is one, so courageous, hardly a gross,
self-seeking, popularity mole!
12/5/2021
Beyond Tall Snowcapped Mountains, And Purple Veil
Between radiance of heart and love’s grasping rays
Are birthed memories that come as blessed gifts
Ride golden dreams join with treasures of former days
Amongst winds of hope, and what seeking soul uplifts.
Far away lies an enchanted sea, treasure great
Beyond tall-snowcapped mountain, and purple veil
Leaving far behind dark-cast vagaries of Fate
Sad recollections of a previous fearsome Hell.
Sailing beautiful waters a streaming bright blue
Under heavenly skies dreams of kisses divine
There, hand in hand stroll very content and so new
We embrace under a falling moon’s soft-flowing shine.
Years come and go, hearts bond finding our paradise
I turn to look into those enchanting blue eyes
As we both repeat our faithful love sworn vows thrice
We happily join that eternal bond that ties.
Robert J. Lindley, 8-09-2022
Romanticism
There's an irony
in speech,
people only hear what
harmonises with their ears.
Just like silence
after music,
with no ovation nor applause,
we pause
our
symphonic chorus,
as its repetitive
nature is ignored.
We bury our fragility
in a
shallow grave,
hoping no one
will discover our
porcelain soul,
but
wait
for the right person
to dig
a little
deeper.
Will your truth be found in this unmarked tomb?
Revealing vulnerability
can lead to judgement,
so in your
misunderstood state of mind,
I understand
why your tongue is mute.
Place your
vigilant veil carefully,
but smile...
Be weary of those
who attempt to break your barriers -
not everyone will care to serenade with your melody.
I dreamt
I lifted the veil
And seen the light
And everything was alright
The secret was no longer hidden
As a girl, I played by the sea
The seven seas were open to me
And I beheld the wonders of the world
In my older years, I dreamt
I saw the silence of the final hour
Then I felt it drifting away from me
A place where we all will pass someday
September 6, 2015
The skin you wear is a veil
a traitor, a liar, an impostor
below it you are nothing but red meat
Humans be not so proud
The skin you wear is a veil
It makes you proud and happy
below it you are nothing but red blood
Humans be not so proud
The skin you wear is a veil
a simple paint to tell many stories
below it you are nothing but skeletons
Humans be not so proud
The proud, the stigmatized think again
The skin you wear is a great impostor