Cloaked Poems | Examples

Cloaked in Shadow

I was drenched in black water,
Yet, it looked as though I were dried out.
I stood before a lighthouse,
Yet, remained unseen.

Gazing into the sea’s blackness,
The highest tides forever circled me.
My eyes could find no anchor,
As my dark hands sailed towards the farthest shore.

My home, too, was cloaked in shadow;
Something unseen, yet present, walked with me there.
The map and the wanderer within me never agreed.
Colours were but drifting sailors in my life’s vast sea.

Different souls sail different paths,
Tides come and go.
Memoirs float like driftwood.
Something vast yet fragile appears near the stones.

My grave is smaller than the stones,
Its epitaph; empty and black.
I performed on countless beaches,
Yet, nothing remains visible on this blackest shore.

Cloaked Destiny

Death is in relentless pursuit. 
It pervaded my thoughts, 
assaulted my senses.
I scramble, rerouting courses.
A thousand voices call out my name.
Taunts, screams, cries alike. 
Yearning, warning;
Calling, crying;
Run, run, run.
Run through the phantasmagoric vicinity-- 
The end is not far.
A hooded figure speaks my name, 
its voice benignant-- a mere whisper,
Unlike prior haunting echoes.
It beckons me over with an extended arm. 
My pursuer, waiting for me like an old friend. 
I was only shadowed by my own fate, 
pulled by my destiny.

Shadows Of The Mind

The shadows of the mind remain concealed,  
time’s quiet veil upon wounds unhealed.  
Treasured moments sleep in cloaked recess,  
a history bound in silent darkness.  

Two hosts bear witness, their truths untold,  
hidden, unseen, by hearts grown cold.  
Regrets spilled forth, like fractured glass,  
unexplored journeys lost, they pass.  

Divided hearts, once worlds apart,  
tangled doubts pulling threads of the heart.  
Twisted and stretched 'til bonds collapse,  
shadows of the past, in the dark they lapse.

The Cloaked Ghost

Ghost
Gothic
Eidolon,
Sovereign king
Tears begin flowing.
Byzantine abandoned.
The cloaked statue sits and waits. 
The tourist lifts her head and sighs.  
Phantom’s pain she feels his suffering.
Hand on her forehead nods from side to side.

Labyrinthine journey stirs stark madness.
Intruders’ rash and reckless taunting  
Grey-sky midst morning mystifies. 
Glowing - white - apparition 
Clicks, flashes, from tourists.
Take focus of the
Timeless undead
Cloaked statue
Haunting
Ghost

Cloaked In the Gray

Mist rolls through silently, ghost in the trees.
The near field glistens; the far fades away.
Spring creates longing on days such as these;
Winter’s advancing, has nothing to say.

The near field glistens; the far fades away,
formless and shifting, as far as one sees.
All is enshrouded and cloaked in the gray.

Spring creates longing on days such as these;
waiting for sunshine to come out and play,
water drops shelter, avoiding the freeze.

Winter’s advancing, has nothing to say,
intruding so rudely, quite ill at ease,
seeks no permission, intending to stay.

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A Trimeric, with A:B:C:D B:x:x C:x:x D:x:x. There are no rhyming or syllable requirements

The Mist

Early daybreak
The mountainous areas 
Still shrouded in mist
The sceneries cloaked
The surroundings look ghostly misty
Sunrays blocked 
By mountains and trees 
Difficult to see the road ahead
With the car's light on 
A thick light 
Penetrates through the mist 
To give us some clear views 
Before the mist finally lifted 
By the sunrays 
The mist just looks like 
The evils and sordid affairs
In the  existing world
Blocking our views 
Only with light like wisdom
We can be saved 
From all these illusions and fallacies

Cloaked In My Sheets

Between my sheets,
I hid,
Away from the world,
Away from its pangs and turmoil,
Sleeping in the silhouette of time,
Separated from the world's prying eyes.




July 10, 2022.
Bite Size Poem No. 49 Poetry Contest,
Line Gauthier.

Loosely Cloaked

holding back
showing restraint
juggling calculated risks

his every pause
more revealing than
discourse or soliloquy

his every whisper
from depths within
divulging wrinkled corners

every show don’t tell
more touching than the last
suggestive and persuasive

every ounce measured
delicate in formula
where precision is an art

every half truth
a confession between the lines
unhinged by eloquence

every goodbye
harder than the last
in salacious undertones



Published in my 24-page photo/anthology book ~CITYLIGHTS~ 2021

AP: 3rd place 2022, Honorable Mention 2022

Submitted on January 25, 2022 for contest A STRAND (1059) sponsored by BRIAN STRAND  -  RANKED 1ST

Posted on August 12, 2021

Cloaked In Their Untruths

Cloaked in Their Untruths
By Sy Roth

Behind a cloak their little secrets roved,
Like silent, swishing vagrants eluding the truth
The darkness so thick,
A wall of impenetrable secrets built around it.

Leaving the unclosing to callow youth 
Senseless in their wasteful trepidation,
They took no time to explore their truths
Dressed in slim, tight gabardine their desires arrested.

They had no need to validate, 
No desires to explore.
Lost opportunities heaped into a morass of speculation
Until the voices of the antecedents were silenced.

Screams of loss as the span between life and death widen
They find in their own selves no validity
Only a vacuity in a tale filled with inconsistencies
That are bungee cords flipping them hither and yon unbound.

No way to make whole the person in a sere fabric
When the stories are filled with imagined realities.
They erect their own corpus on a land of falsities
Left only with mislaid dreams of not taking time with the whole cloth.

Confident He Was Cloaked

He was sure of only one thing
No one knew him here
He could recreate and reinvent himself
This was a face they did not recognize
No one would see his hair and think “Murphy boy” from over the hill.
He was confident he could be, say and do outrageous things without consequence.
Of course, he had forgotten about social media and how far it goes.
Mother, wife, and boss were all three waiting up for him after his return flight.
A video of his honesty had made it from Austria to the USA in incredible time.
His mother was irritated, his wife was furious, and he lost his job.
Honesty, and anonymity apparently no longer exist
in our high tech world

Covid 19 Cloaked and Frightening

Young and Free Cautioned By Corona 

Suburbs' worst imaginings bombard a squinting comprehension 
Suspended events filter faith, panic permeates a stoic psyche
Supporting mangroves supply a scurry of wood and honey
Stalking forested in silence, disguised tiger virus strikes

Copious having emulates control, clean habits embellish hope
- confuse attack delivered in cat's leaping momentum
Claw marks puncture tree trunks above human reach
Clamp of lung hunting jaws extend fear's flowing venom

Composure dwells in tree top homes with horizontal floors
Enclosure quells ferocious flu's ravenous rampant climb
Experts step on striped skins, formulate widespread immunity
Common ritual gatherings exchange memories of a gruelling time

Cloaked Thoughts

Cloaked Thoughts
By: Miracle Man
2/25/2020

Dissembled thoughts never go on trial,
in psyche's dusty corner their life is spent.
Unless fruition comes by our lifestyle,
intent remains always, to circumvent. 

Our thoughts are owned until we opt to share, 
but like small town talk they're fast repeated.
Some leave reputations beyond repair, 
leading to discussions-some quite heated. 


“Good thoughts bear good fruit,
bad thoughts bear bad fruit--
and man is his own gardener”
James Allen

Meadow Cloaked In White

meadow cloaked in white
   lambent moon in ebon sky
   lustrous winter night



December 8th, 2019
Nature Haiku
for Tania Kitchin

The Cloaked

just how aware people are is not the question
the fact is for the most part they sleep

dreaming forceful feeling lives
with a body-mind image

that's a reflection assessment system
just a mass-energy field tool

allowing world manipulation
via sensory readings

by the unchanged cloaked
inner self


stan sand

Cloaked

Cloaked

Hate and envy entered
Cloaked in love,  peace was promptly
Ordered out of the room

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