Veiled Poems

Veiled in Light

She blooms in still air,
where no footsteps dare to pass—
a shadow in light,
veiled in modesty and grace,
unclaimed by trembling hearts.

Behind That Veiled Curtain

Just the curtains veil from your window
Too dark only the omnipotent has great eyes
Vaguely so do I can't see you clearly through
Where soft comfort can't deny you simply lies.

I know how lonely you are inside with so much rage
Languishing in pain secretly others may not truly see
No courage to gain help to rescue like a

Beyond the Veiled Gaze

The world has tried to cast her down,
To bind her spirit, with a frown.
To dim her light, to hide her grace,
Beneath a veil, a hidden place.

But she will rise, beyond the veil,
Her voice will ring, her spirit prevail.
The veiled gaze, it cannot hold,
The fire that burns, the story told.

She breaks the mold, she takes her

Veiled Shadows

Implanted in the deepest dark, a darkness resides.
Taunting, tormenting sculpting my soul
The dejection carved a life left incomplete, 
With hope urging me to retreat. 
The penumbra urges me to put an end to my distress
Deeply embedded from birth to the hopes of my death. 
I was swiftly nearing the end of my rope.
Desperation clawing at

Black Veiled Wolf

Old means sudden pain of unknown origin
fluency of mind becomes like a foreigner.
Old means the circle has shrunk to a point
Old is ignored, like a newly minted orphan.

Old is when the glitter of friendship fades away
the aloof of acquaintance retreats into its haze.
Old is a black veiled wolf cooing like a virgin sage.
Old is the

In the twilight of existence, where shadows speak in veiled metaphors

In the twilight of existence, where shadows speak in veiled metaphors,
Man awakens to the whisper of his birth, a tender yet profound surrender.
As the burdens of reality settle into the marrow of our bones,
We understand the paradox of life: To be born is to surrender.
Thus, existence, with its somber rhythm, becomes a tranquil river,
Flowing gently,

Under twilight skies, veiled in melancholic shadows and silent steps

Under twilight skies, veiled in melancholic shadows and silent steps,
The silent tragedy of creative destinies unfolds,
For only from the sacred depths of each unique soul
Can new, mysterious meanings arise, infused with the force of fertile life.
Yet man, the last to believe in his right to sculpt
Unique significances, loses himself in the crowd, not seeking the

Veiled

within him 
     roars a loud storm 
          of sheer 
               anxiety 
               

Veiled

Quote by: Michael Bassey Johnson
“Beyond the veil lies what our eyes cannot see, 
skin cannot feel and consciousness cannot absorb.”

A parting thought in the middle of ordinary time 
flesh wants to stay but the heart wants to soar  
inside a broken temple the intervals of misery persist  
and so she flies on, into

Veiled

"Lizzie Borden took an axe,
gave her mother forty whacks,
when she saw what she had done,
gave her father forty-one,
she washed herself from a watered pail,
she claimed their lies and vicious tales,
she pled not guilty and moaned and wailed,
the court believed she was freed from jail,
she got all dressed up wearing her veil,

years later the axe displayed
the

Veiled

Were those soft veiled thoughts you purred
those of promises or threats
truth told I knew I didn’t care.
I heed your eyes as each word
melts like smoke from cigarettes
into your dark clouded snare
that shrouds desire and intent.
I glad fell into your trap
and am, but your finger snap
away from love’s true torment.

Veiled

“Only age and time can aid us to see what’s veiled.”
                     -	Quote from Poet

Something is hidden from him,
Like a cup not filled to the brim,
Something is kept in the night,
It isn’t time to come to

VEILED

VEILED

The future stood there, veiled
A neutral expression on its face
Showing its respect for the past
As the present didn’t even last
But hidden under the black lace
A smile for all that surely failed

It knew decisions would be made
Some succeeding, but others not
Noting all those lives still on track
Yet restricted to only looking back
Timing always perfect, on the

Unmasking the Hidden Struggle

Beneath the mask, where scars reside,
A hero's facade, in shadows, I hide.
Head held high, though helpless I feel,
Smiling to conceal the wounds that are real.

I say "I'm okay" to dodge the queries,
Flooded questions, drowning worries.
Strength portrayed, yet breaking unseen,
A wall built high, suffering between.

Pain digs deep, soul bleeding sore,
Reaching flesh and bones, to the core.
Detachment

Through the star-veiled veil of night where mystery unfurls its cloak

Through the star-veiled veil of night where mystery unfurls its cloak,
The eyes of women, beacons flickering on the crests of the cosmic vastness,
I lose myself in their stellar abyss, borne on the wings of veiled darkness,
Like a pilgrim caught in a net of eternal lights, drifting endlessly.
They, eyes in astral flight, are keepers of the

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