Unperturbed by prevailing circumstances,
Untroubled by gnawing situations,
The tempest does not hinder the ship's voyage;
There is something to understand about the sea's rage.
Darkness does not shut the door to the day;
The eyes see the approaching ray.
Even when the walls are falling apart,
Every day offers a new start.
The dark clouds signify an approaching rain,
That’s what the mind tells itself amid the pain.
Even though the treasure is taken by the night,
The despondent soul still seeks the light.
Inside the chamber lies a seething cauldron;
It's a journey across a shrivelled meadow,
Though the unknown ravages the inside,
Glow and grace envelop the outside.
July 28, 2025.
Most shadows are good. When light hits a tree,
shade will encircle it. You can find
relief from the summer heat by
sprawling yourself on cool grass.
Embrace shade as your friend.
When shadows creep at
night, let them, with
stillness, lull
you to
sleep.
At
other
times, shadows
are metaphors
for sinister things
which envelop you like
black fog. If they ensnare you,
summon your faith; call upon God
with all your might. Confronting shadows
means stepping into the light of the Lord.
In the depths of dreams, our story weaves like a tapestry of stars,
She looks at me, and I feel myself melting like a glacier under the scorching August sun,
Her laughter is an echo of bells in the air, filling my chest with a symphony of sweet pain,
She reveals the hidden realms of her soul to me, like an atlas of unexplored mysteries,
Her passions and fears flow toward me like a river of light, intertwined with crystal tears,
We embrace, and I feel her warmth envelop me, like the flames of a campfire defying the autumn chill,
Her lips meet mine, and the taste of her kiss remains like a memory etched on the parchment of memory,
We desire each other like two planets orbiting in a dancing trajectory of longing,
Never has there been a greater reward than the journey through our personal hell,
Hand in hand, soul to soul, laughing in the face of fate that once whispered she would no longer want me,
But she does, and I want her, all of her, as if the entire universe was created for us,
After all this, nothing has changed, our story flows like an eternal river,
Intertwining our desires and dreams in an endless dance, losing and finding ourselves in the eternity of an "us."
Topic #2: When I feel sad that my friend has drifted away . . .
I’m an envelop - its contents emptied and missing a postage stamp
Softly we drown through the gathering whiteness,
we float in splendor on ripples of calm.
Gentleness drawn from the lingering brightness,
shadows anoint us with whispering balms.
Softly, oh so softly, the angels are singing,
the star beams are winging their intricate dance;
and slowly, so slowly, in cadence most holy
the glistening sparkles envelop and entrance.
Softly, so softly they graze us,
rustles of silk in the cushion-blind pall.
Images strange to entrap and amaze us,
shrouds to protect us should ever we fall.
Softly, softly, ever so softly
we drown through the angels that graze us so deep,
and the dance of the stars that entraps us so roughly
propels us with gentleness down into sleep.
The sun beat down on a languid sea as a million diamonds danced and sparkled
on the surface of the water.
The red-tinged cliff hung over the beach, threatening to envelop an unwary walker.
Above, the sky was so bright and blue, whilst on the horizon a misty hue.
The rolling hills are so verdant yet bleak, with small cumulus clouds atop the peaks.
When I stumbled upon Alice's hole,
I felt an overwhelming joy envelop my soul.
With little fear of harm or peril,
I could now crawl into the tale of Lewis Carroll,
and be an eyewitness to that fantastical rigmarole.
~ The sting of death will always bring pain ~ grieve in peace ~
quote by poet
Every day he brings flowers to the place where the ashes are buried
The pain is at times unbearable, a dark g a t e
It takes years to learn to bear grief with grace and acceptance
Thoughts surround, envelop and overpower him completely
He can barely m u t t e r her name without crying
She placed her smile as a blooming j e w e l
Touches the s h a d o w, angels don't fall from the sky
Sunset.
Darkness quickly descends.
I feel like dancing on my large lawn.
Astonished I admire
the rise of fantastic fireflies.
Such beauty usurps my breath.
Fireflies waltz in weightless wonder.
How can I not dance with them!
A sensual stance that throbs my heart
I wonder if they are nymphs or insects.
Who cares, once beauty fills the night.
Silent, silver dots fill the night with pleasant patterns.
Ethereal elements envelop the air.
I sit down and enjoy the dreamy dance.
Until the sweet summer heat lull me down to dream.
In a sea of roses, the ashes of your ghost still wander,
breathing you in deeply, I try to pierce through the veils of time,
but to no avail, only a bitter emptiness fills my weary soul.
Fate tempts me, taunts me with the echo of your voice,
in the dead of night, when sleep refuses to be my companion,
the passing time infects my broken mind,
hallucinations envelop me in the sheets that once were ours.
Breathing in your scent, expelling the demons that surround me,
without you, the devil whispers words of temptation in my ears,
fire flows through my transformed veins, a living blaze,
Lilith's fury poisons any trace of humanity left.
Levitating above the bed, rebirth approaches with silent steps,
cutting into the chest, the heart becomes heartless in its beating,
electricity pulses beneath the flesh trembling in the moonlight,
destruction is now at the tips of my thirsty fingers.
Pain begets hate, and now watch as the world burns,
while I become my own martyr, a flame consuming itself.
When the life gets hard and heavy
is when the dark thought pops in,
"the world would be a better place without you"
I recognize it for the LIE it is
and concentrate on getting through the day
one minute at a time,
thankful that I have friends and loved ones
to help me navigate around this lie
and a therapist to help me move forward
from it but I can now understand how it
happens, and how easy it would be to let
the darkness envelop me and take over
Envelop
of the eye scanner
institutes
the heart of
Compartmentalization
to grasp the distance
©Mahtab Bangalee
As I walk along the narrow path
Far away from the din of the city crowd
I feel the pain of sadness envelop me,
A symphony of stubborn sadness
That resides in the inner depths of my soul.
At the forest rim, a vast valley stretches.
Unknown farmers toiled on their trucks.
She will not find me at the forest’s edge.
Do I want to encounter her anew?
She is a symphony of steady, unruly moods.
I approach a farm, yet despite the summer breeze,
I find no joy nor pity, no undying love or hatred.
Sorrow lingers as indecision wrecks my peace.
I yearn for simple silence, yet in that calm around
Thoughts thunder, thriving on troubles and worry.
Can I find a warm and bright surrender to my turmoil?
My heart is like a see-saw, now up, now down.
I feel her soft lips turn into anger that knows no bounds.
What is love really like? I want delight and happiness.
I find animosity and antipathy. No, no. There is also
Strong feelings of adulation, allegiance, and amity.
As fear creeps in, I knock on the farm door.
Beauty opens for my embrace. The kiss is long.
Hope shines as we enter the warm hearth.
“Breakfast is ready, my love.” We eat in ecstasy.
Beneath Forgotten Stars
In wakeful hours, I drink my thoughts,
Letting mind and heart entwine in fraught
Reflections of forgotten dreams,
And roads that vanished with the streams.
Regrets envelop me like a warm blanket,
Comforting yet suffocating,
a heavy burden to bear.
Memories of what could have been,
Haunt me still, like whispers in the wind.
What if I hadn’t let go of those dreams?
What if I dared to traverse the narrow seams?
Would the outcome be different today?
Or would the path have led astray?
The weight of what-ifs presses down,
A relentless tide that ebbs and flows.
In the stillness of the night,
I confront the ghost of choices past
Radiant crystals illuminate thee, nocturnal mistress
in the wan dawn light where darkness drapes skies
Requiem aeternam bright halo, lies heaven’s portal
Winters wispy cirrus refracting ring circling
Mohawkin bespeaks of a Christmas cold moon
…December’s icy grip
Riffling ebb and tide, spawner of loon
Let rage and ruin Not be the end of me
Rubaiyat’s rhyme in thy honor
Let the waters settle, quotes of Rumi
Mercurial doomsday ruminates Mina Loy
Reigning ascendant masking impressions
Clouds envelop, shadow’s born shorn
Ravishing stillness, stormy tasks pending…
bright white ring of light
rage and ruin’s calmly still ~
not the end of me
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