"enshroud" poems
Soul
Alive, astir
Gliding, enshroud, obscure
Awaken my tormented soul
Nomad
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 3:18 PM UTC
What is a loser?
Someone spiraling within a microcosm of unfortunate events?
Or forgetting to update one’s facebook status in the macrocosm of tiresome vents?
People nowadays throw around insults as smiles and cheek,
Loser is a mere phrase between impudence and courageousness, sheik.
Many forget the power in which words command,
“Sticks and stones may break my bones”, but words unmanned..
Rip the heart and soul and cannot withstand,
The ebbing soreness of our confused migraine.
Perhaps I misunderstand.
Twenty-first century loser on the other hand,
Means you've made it into the ‘in-crowd’,
Enshroud,
Rain twinkling like stars,
Bicycles feeling like cars.
Yet heed this warning with everlasting effect,
Your words are yours to not neglect,
Take pride in your intellect!
Those hearts you may sway,
With words of colour and not grey,
As sweet as if valentine’s day.
May encroach your direction through doors unknown,
Before hinged like an Antarctic zone,
Forget “loser”, create your throne.
Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 7:35 PM UTC
A Mother's breast:
Safe refuge from her childish fears,
From childish troubles, childish tears,
Mists that enshroud her dawning years!
see how in sleep she seems to sing
A voiceless psalm--an offering
Raised, to the glory of her King
In Love: for Love is Rest.
A Darling's kiss:
Dearest of all the signs that fleet
From lips that lovingly repeat
Again, again, the message sweet!
Full to the brim with girlish glee,
A child, a very child is she,
Whose dream of heaven is still to be
At Home: for Home is Bliss.
3k
The curtains will close,
only if we’ll allow it.
Not now…
Not at each darkened hour -
where the cycle of ticking hands
seem to wipe clean, the ash and dust
off the faces of every clock.
•••
When the curtains finally do close…
And a little too late…
May the drapery be large enough
to grant eternal peace
and enshroud all the bodies that lay
but not our eyes…
Our hearts…
Our resolve…
Feb 28, 2024
Feb 28, 2024 at 10:08 AM UTC
bid me break out from thy wilted willows;
beckon, my reckless abandon allowed;
touch to rouse korre her fearful sorrows;
for thine to err is my own will't enshroud.
shy, ajar curtain, love-performing night;
for thine vows aplain, tacit, unspoken;
thine weary worn feet to wash incontrite;
alas, love: rest unwoed of wheres or when.
not tamed nor swayn, no fam'ly to relent;
no montagues, no capulets, unnamed;
none more days wasted wishing a time bent;
just apollo's sky, ne'er beating hearts blamed.
say, dear romeo, has love now grown stale;
'thout sweet poems and tearful eyes to watch us—
—fail?
May 20, 2022
May 20, 2022 at 1:58 AM UTC
Shush. (I don’t exist today).
I’m a figment of your mind at play.
Shush. (I hear not what you said).
Your anger does not enshroud my head.
Shush. (Those memories do not linger).
The song is gone, so is the singer.
Shush. (You don’t exist to me).
We never touched, you did not flee.
Shush. (This heart does not feel deeply).
You did not sell your soul so cheaply.
Shush. (The moments don’t click by.)
Mans creation; an imagined lie.
Shush. (Reality is not near).
Don’t disagree; you are not here.
Mar 28, 2011
Mar 28, 2011 at 1:46 PM UTC
you know, i keep having this dream.
in it, you are smoking your
last cigarette. in silence,
you watch the crumbling of ash.
all the time, i had my eyes on
you. so fragile and thin.
like second-hand smoke,
i breathe you in.
you know, i keep having this dream.
in it, darkness enshroud and we
share a kiss. not then, but
i realise it now;
the smouldering smell of wildfire
burning, my breath when our lips touch.
like a phoenix rising from the ashes,
subterranean love on fire.
you know, i keep having this dream.
in it, you stand quietly in front of a
drawer full of clogged words.
lifting your hands as if in prayer,
you spit out heartfelt words that
never stood the test of time.
i hold your hand and you whisper in
my ear:
it was only a dream.
just like you.
Mar 15, 2016
Mar 15, 2016 at 10:58 AM UTC
you hide behind your
painted lips of dahlia
and charcoaled eyes
thinking cheap concealer
can enshroud the
burning thoughts
that churn in your mind
Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 1:10 AM UTC
Dahlia once stood.
Ruby gems grinned my inner being at ease
Dare my heart to enshroud the beliefs you hold.
Blush once more and I will
Flood your soul inhaling all my desires of forever.
Smirks will not suffice; my affix dominates every disposition you may declare, so
Act out now.
Free will is charity accompanied by reservations to accept.
Welcome the kismet in which ------I am surely you in turn you surely me.
Unfortunately
I am holding back all that I can give.
My regret was my reservations buried in my soul in spite of your openness,
Willingness to build.
My stare left you insecure, confused and distant while yours sent me into complete bliss.
Reach out for me, save me
Oct 31, 2014
Oct 31, 2014 at 12:02 AM UTC
„one two three“ go to boulangerie
„four five six“ may be write letter to missis x
„seven eight nine“ my call you deny
„ten eleven twelve“ …i slowly despise rhymes with sheer vengeance..
out of coquetry and out of bravado, i desist our memory, i will turn to enter
in a new day, without prescribed lies and tainted tricks, without whens without whys, without "be blue" commands and daily ****** „luv-syndrome-disease“
& what in particular corrupts the works and days:
without nasty repressive syndrome as consequence of how ugly artistic comradeship can be.
Yah. just depart towards unknown, under guiding of trembling crescent,
to whatever oddness i will might to face..
O it wont be worse i still guess...
something wrong with me?
so strangely i rejoice out of any certain cause.. ?
tis is may be shy anticipation of the delight which the read of some few subterranean poems can sometimes make ?
is there „land in sight“?
is here some flower to breath in?
even if it merely about basking in darkness,
not alone, but with sojourner..
my nonsense, your nods, isnt it slightly utopia?
O b s c u r i t y i s o u r r e w a r d. seem be the single remnants to chant..
vomiting and scolding abundance is what only will remain to realize?
isnt it kind of tryst which satisfy the starving one at best..?
O to large demand!.., but still
towards all of futility my worn heart still embrace
the solemnity of unknown..
wish to inhale the solemnity of unknown..
to enshroud myself with solemnity of unknown..
to chock on solemnity of unknown..
..as long as poetry is yet not dead
Feb 17, 2014
Feb 17, 2014 at 8:14 AM UTC
I raise my horn the the stand, and scream at the people that sit and stare.
I hold back my breaths, and I try not to care
About the wind that fingers and tugs at my hair.
The crowds cheer and cry, and I hold my bell high,
as I step back one, two, three-four-five
We're running out of time.
I end the note, and bring the bell down,
My feet steady and balanced on the ground,
And suddenly, the field is void of sound.
People are quiet, for a moment, before they all begin to stand
And they all cheer for our large, amazing band
I halt my row with a wave of my hand.
We gather up, straight faced, and proud
I glance forward, to look for my folk amongst the crowd
But all I see is an ocean of strangers to enshroud
Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 5:45 PM UTC
Farewell, no—
Not a crow,—
But a lapse of lightning,
Flashes in films— with rocks thrown on a brim—
Creating verges on waters,
As it expands,— a mirror was formed
But shrubs are sobbing,— As the fog meddles with the river— So blinding; Then the mirror disappears
When droplets keep dripping,—
I could not see anymore..
"Find me..find me.."
Who are you?— "Find me.."
Are you a wolf from another pack?—"find me.."— Were you buried? — A breath? Or only pieces?— "find me.."
To be revived below the tree is a befuddling been..
"Find me.."
Somewhere, you are;
Somewhere, you will be—
I will find you..
In the misty voids, I followed you— and submerged to your world
The assuage of none,— oh, 'tis an eerie coldness—
Of belabouring sorrows and haunted dreams
The maze of narration leads to this path—
Summons the whispers of bushes that kept breathing and moving..—
Closer and closer..
In the silence— I sneak;
Someone screams,
(AAAAAAAHHHH!!!)
—Run and run; Never look back— For shadows are treacherous trolls,— Seducing temples—
Enshroud the wilderness to frighten the all grown..
—"I shall call you once more."
Suddenly, I tripped to the quarry
Serpents hissing; The Arachnids are stalking—
"Where is my fire?!"— I rattled to tend
One foot back— Murmurs chanting rituals to this goose
Spill embers! Spill embers!
Fiery torches cast my foes!
Now, I could escape.
No!— The ravens,
I shall not be abducted
Hastily, I blew my feet—To leap in sleek,— As to surpass the endless drear—
I am not a kin to your lair..
—
Hence, I was a fool
Befallen is me,—
When I stepped to the end side of knoll
This rebel is a victim of sheer torn scheme
Help me..
I need to find you..
Help me.. Please, help me..
Please..
A nowhere eagle swooped me from my lore
Bounce away from this pity storm,—
And let these wings fly to the morn
The lenient Stratus Clouds— Bolstering my spirit— Up here, there are no hostiles and skulls
That it declared to me, as well,— "Away from your madness— Perpetrators are attracted by insane vigor. Cease grubbling illusions!
You must seek to believe that it is there, and not unknown."
I conformed to my Savior.
"Find me..find me.."
It was more vivid and louder..
The glimpse of gables, I see now— with a Cross at its top
"My eagle, nest me here"
—"You are here..Enter within."
(GASPS)
Where am I?— I remember there were smoke and mounds;— Above me were clouds..
Wait, why are you smiling?
I shall pant— for I am petrified by all those obscured hollows,— Quite absurd?— Shake me instead
Now I ask you,—
"Who are you?"
—You found Me!—
May 19, 2020
May 19, 2020 at 3:10 AM UTC
*She breathes and flirts with my loneliness,
Drinking from the last lights of heaven.
She weaves and braids a wreath of weariness
As Nyx drops a grey cloak o'er the even
And hides Pans' wild heaths and gardens carven.
Pale spirits drenched in afternoon rain
Flee, from the peerless eyes, driven
By other senses, less fickle, less vain
And who sing in a sweeter tongue of the pain
As Aoelus revets a mantle of shadows
And raving fragrances burst into the night,
She takes my hand, and leads me through the echoes
To her dominion, where she flaunts her might.
Here she commands genii to an aery flight,
Possessing the high grasses into a trance,
An angry hoard, out to a ghostly fight,
Their spears, like white fires, swirl and dance,
Puppets in a belligerent romance.
Over this multitude, pale and hectic red,
Cairns stand, overgrown with moss and flowers,
Silent guardians of childhood mirth long fled.
Over these, do I feel, the weight of hours
For the first time. Her touch shrivels and sours
Over my skin, as locks of a wailing cloud
Prophesy of black rain, of bleak powers,
And of the dark hours that enshroud
The lost joys, forever broken and bowed.*
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 11:36 AM UTC
The sun had shone on another face,
Myself lay dreary under cloud.
All joy had left without a trace,
Deep bitterness to come enshroud.
It came like a flash, a bolt of light,
To leave me weeping in the night.
I felt the pain, the sense of loss,
Empower me and hunger for more.
It let me struggle to get across,
The raging storm and empty shore.
Myself was lost, I could not go,
I let it hail, I let it snow.
There I was, a broken soul,
Left to weep the tears of sadness.
Without my love I wasn't whole,
There was no hope, only the madness.
When all at once I saw the light,
Come streaming through the clouds so bright.
A cry of joy escaped my lip,
As I raced forward through the dark.
I reached a hand, held the light in my grip,
I felt the love, I felt it spark.
Then I was ****** from the blackest night,
Out of the darkness and into the light
Jul 16, 2010
Jul 16, 2010 at 5:59 PM UTC
Sleep sneaks up on her
like shadow's tendrils curling across the walls
Stretch and shrink as she recoils back into her shell
Defenses stripped clean
Huddled against a corner with mere blankets
For protection
barely suffice
Ghosts looming over
Wraiths of her former self
Superimposed against ebony horizons
Tainted a sickly shade of sulfur
A warning sign
Of worse unlived nightmares to come
Cracked blinds and tattered curtains stripped of joy
Windows translucent with fear
Eyes peer out glinting icicles
glass fragments refracting
Slivers of the last gleams of light
Bloodstones shattered ruby
Silhouettes of what she once had
Now swallowed by the knife of memory leaving
Decayed flesh gravid with
Unwanted tissue
And hauntings of nightmares past
Clouds of darkness enshroud
Creatures entombed in flesh
Craving freedom
And warm milk
Jan 31, 2015
Jan 31, 2015 at 10:35 PM UTC
Foraging finch, led amiss.
Madescent billows roared, as clouds enshroud
And a sudden cascade coalesced
With a well-timed jet stream
& menacing westerly wind.
It’s a monsoon, pitch and roll!
Months spent sifting unseen white sand.
Nov 23, 2018
Nov 23, 2018 at 7:43 PM UTC
This shroud of darkness is overwhelming
I stumble blindly through it, hoping to grasp onto something familiar
The most powerful of lanterns cannot, will not, pierce this shroud
The darkness, in itself, is alive, moving to engulf this world
Much like light, which only wishes to illuminate this world
But will not, for fear of being extinguished by the darkness
However, there is one torch, one light that defies this shroud
It tries tirelessly to pierce the shroud, continually failing
Until one day, the darkness relents under the powerful gaze, and recedes back
Allowing a single ray of light through
Although the ray is slim and starting to recede, it gives hope
Hope that light will touch this world again
This hope was not just limited to the inhabitants, but also to the lanterns, and torches, and any source of light
This hope became something the darkness feared
It became a force, a force so powerful that is caused lanterns and torches to ignite on their own
Other objects that shouldn't have, emitted a powerful light
The powerful light, which was everywhere, eroded the darkness away
The light triumphing over the darkness
The torch, the one that defied shone brighter than ever in the skys above, destroying any trace of the dark
Soon, the darkness was gone, even the shadows
Save for one shadow, MY shadow
And what a curious shadow it was
Dec 23, 2012
Dec 23, 2012 at 12:15 AM UTC
*The kiss of your eyes will be no more,
As this cruel life will depart our ways,
Without you, this heart will be in sore,
I lost this game that on me fate plays.
The beauty of your face left my side,
All smiles are now nothing but bitter,
Without you, my suffering heart died,
This lonesome is the end of my tether.
The warmth of your breath vanished,
My heart has frozen in shivering cold,
Without you, winter left me perished,
My soul's been left with none to hold.
The light of your dazzling gaze faded,
Shadows of my heart enshroud all joy,
Without you, I face dusk most dreaded,
Darkness blinded the sight of this boy.
The rosy bloom of your face departed,
My smile's now swept away in sorrow,
Without you, I am left desolate hearted,
Grace is banished in hell's afire burrow.
All that is left behind is sweet memory,
And the shatters of my ever lone heart,
Without you, all that I know is misery,
Paved by the miles that keep us apart.*
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 11:22 AM UTC
Called by dolorous prayers
spawned at the hand of pandemonium
the fearless mercenary
extends her silken wings
Living pinions
enshroud the broken hearted
cultivating safety
and validation
allowing sincere grieving
Her gentle but fearless nobility
confronts the vulturine beasts
of doubt
angst
and despondency
freeing the wounded soul
now progeny of hope
Her perceptive optimism
is discerning
of the healing path
as she carries the revived chrysalis
to sovereignty
Once there
her wings separate
to release the newly formed star
luminous and vivid
as though plucked
directly from the castle of God
- Kerry Ann Herrmann
Feb 5, 2017
Feb 5, 2017 at 1:00 AM UTC
Folds of mouldering
grey clouds enshroud a pale sky
like cold curdled whey.
Heaven holds its breath
then spits petulantly down
upon frowning Earth.
Swollen, sagging sky
that's filled with fat, congealed clouds
ready for the rain.
Jul 5, 2017
Jul 5, 2017 at 8:25 AM UTC
The clouds enshroud my night in blackened cold
I'm stretched from tundra to savanna grave
The snow and sand comes at my eyes, a wave
In shades of frozen white and burnished gold.
I'll heal, I'll overcome my grief, I'm told
But healing's not the medicine I crave;
There's nothing left of breathing now to save
And nothing left of loving now to hold.
But when the sky parts, brave and bright with stars,
I feel your ghost rise up inside my skin
And though my smile is cut apart with scars
The promised healing fuels and begins.
My faith consoles me; you'll be never far--
The presence of an angel is within.
Dec 4, 2013
Dec 4, 2013 at 10:25 PM UTC
Our souls intertwined
no body forms were allowed
to dispel the truth
no need to enshroud
His thoughts touched my soul
His touch challenged my being
Energies charged
Electric words were so freeing
We danced in the Universe
Inhibitions undressed
Exhilaration ran wild
No understanding repressed
An explosion of lust
Two joyously one
Poetry animated
Emotions undone
Our hearts wholly entranced
He asked, "Who are you?"
"I ride on pink wings,
I am the words I accrue".
Jan 25, 2011
Jan 25, 2011 at 7:12 PM UTC
What is your story? What say you, curtsy, wile and whisper -
You, the everyman, blank face in the crowd;
You, the stranger on the streets, decked out and dapper;
nay We, who exist in the life of the life gone, forgotten, that Time enshroud?
What pictures do your eyes behold in visions past and present-
drawn to memory in intangible ink yet indelibly lustre?
From whence the dreams do you evoke in daytime quiescence
or cascading phantasms painted on pitch-black canvasses unfurled in slumber?
What paths have you taken, to gloom or glory
and upon which pedestals have you stood in crowning echelon -
when once upon a mountain peak, above clouds, you stood proudly -
or taking solace in sidewalk shelters with no home to go to thereupon.
What words should escape your lips in all manner of dictum
or wisdom and deceit for all intents and folly?
Words in coalescence like beads on strings, the essence of rhythm
threaded by tongues in guile and unwitting poetry:
What say you, as but a flower linger and wither
in the winds of Time; a mere flicker in the lives of stars?
What prose should speak your story, hither or dither
in unwitting poetry - nay Unpoetry! - as the Everyman exemplars?
Alas Unpoetic, the story of us all in bloom
told in unwitting poetry and archetypal analogue.
Alas so unique the lives we lead from conception in the womb
should by perchance end with a humble epilogue.
Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 11:41 AM UTC