"enshrouding" poems
SPRING
I slowly unfurl to the World
Stretching up to the sky blue
And sense an early morning chill
Of Spring waking me anew.
Each day grows a little warmer
As daylight hours extend
Making this leaf feel fresher,
Tothe bright sunlight I bend.
SUMMER
I’m at my most greenest now,
Hot sun burns upon my veins;
How glad am I to finally enjoy
Those cooling, copious rains.
At which point, I pour in drips,
A refreshing, rousing trickle
That falls on grass and buttercup
Teasing them with a tickle.
AUTUMN
Mists have now arrived, enshrouding
My form with heavy dew;
The greens has all but leached away,
Bled from veins no longer new.
Down below the tree are vivid reds
Browns and translucent golds
Which, increasingly each day now
People their captivation holds.
WINTER
The first frost of Winter
And a biting, northerly breeze
Cut into me,and scores of others
Were torn from their trees.
I’ve fallen now, to the ground
All wrinkled, and utterly fragile
Awaiting my final hour
Until, I meet my funeral pile…
Jan 20, 2012
Jan 20, 2012 at 1:50 AM UTC
*Shadows sliding down,
Enshrouding the mountainside,
Heralding day's end*
Jun 14, 2015
Jun 14, 2015 at 4:42 PM UTC
Lost. Where am I? Cold earth beneath me; bleak, vast, dripping darkness surrounding me. Alone, and lying at the bottom of the Devil's Kettle. I search inside of myself. I am empty. No mettle to stir, nothing inside myself to waken me from this darkness. Drip, drip, goes the saddening darkness enshrouding me. Once I had zeal. It is hard to imagine now. I am a shell, or not at all myself. There is no help. None who know of the black hole in which I lie. And if they did, how could one reach down a hand to lift me up? God! God! God! The One who blessed me with strength, the One who took my strength. Cast me not headlong; lift me up with your victorious right hand. God! God! God! Day upon day I cry out. Day upon day the earth beneath me lifts up. Pain, pain, it washes away, weighted chains are falling loose, He elevates my sunken earth. Until the hole I lie in is no longer a hole, but is level earth in the light of day. Birds twitter, flowers are in bloom, the sun is shining through the trees. My world completely changed; and better than last I was here. Life and new song are inside of me. God! God! God! Out of the miry bog you have rescued me and strengthened me anew. Praise! Praise! Praise! Blessed be your name!
Oct 14, 2018
Oct 14, 2018 at 7:36 PM UTC
*i saw you
i saw your fiery eyes
it was like looking into a cup
unstoppably filling up to its brim
yours, abundantly filled with vehement grim
so uneasy it was conjecturing your mind
gave me a reason to unwind for a little while
tell my why
all the pretends and quiet sighs, enshrouding whats from behind
what it is there inside
why do you need to hide
thy precious heart with no choice
but to turn itself into an agitated smoldered iron
strengthened heart, furnished like art
you are a burning metal amenably hammered by many foes
far more drowned with the empty souls
where are you, where is the real you
how did your soul turn so blue
let me condole
drilling poles amidst the cold
rendering you a hand and something to hold
I will find yours
along with all the lost
long hoarfrost
waiting to be accost
along with the alley of souls
growling down the holes
in line, next to mine
unleash a shine, your spirit so divine
let your caliginosity be replaced
all be thy grace shall be embraced
this time, fearlessly
without minds controlling slavery
cutting the negativity and
ignoring life's declivity
see yourself walking through the flame
no more lames
without the shame and doubt getting burnt
stepping on with something learnt
now you are changed, well-transformed,
someone born to aspire, died meant to inspire,
honey you are retrofire, firing in the night sky
but not as heaping as an empty pyre
but as fierce as an enraging forest fire*
Jan 28, 2017
Jan 28, 2017 at 9:39 AM UTC
Tapping at the hotel door
I see the man I've seen before
Getting close but wanting more
I'm on a mission
Risking all believing lore
No indecision
A life of longing and desire
No one else doth I require
Only you can burn the pyre
That's been created
Electric skin and hearts afire
Love's not abated
In the times that we hath known
A closeness never overgrown
Leaving nothing to bemoan
Halves of just one heart
Time has passed and years have flown
Stopping love's impart
Ignoring empty souls and then
Enshrouding love behind a friend
Realizing there is no end
To this addiction
Living on what life portends
Love's interdiction
Yearning what life separates
Too old now for long debates
Tired of always fighting fates
It's now or never
Giving in to what awaits
In this endeavor
So, here we are in darkest night
Hearts grow wings and take to flight
Bodies aching at the sight
Of one another
Side by side love makes it right
There is no other
Here we stand in open door
Feeling what we've felt before
One step closer to amor
No inhibitions
Embracing what we're longing for
In Love's admission
Sep 5, 2012
Sep 5, 2012 at 1:56 PM UTC
She smelled of wild lavender and deep magicks,
The scent hanging in the air like a golden silence,
I'm trying to hold tightly yet composure is first to dissolve,
Senses fall one by one until no dominoes are left,
Stop staring, act natural and crumble on the inside,
Don't speak, reserve your efforts for a smile,
Blown fuse serviced from the under-wing like vertigo in my veins, and neatly betwixt two fingers twirl a cotton drapery,
Framed in silk halo, enshrouding like auras in a Milky Way of phantasmagoria.
Until my thoughts become in summary and each breathe becomes shorter than the last.
The artistry of her elegance like sleek fine line-work on vintage paper and I'm ... feather light.
And in those tresses I'd seen that sheen before, in the ripple of calm ocean waves, and in auburn at sunset.
I'd seen that gloss in her eyes perched upon petals as morning dew and rain upon windows in my quiet times,
Between the silhouetting slopes of her contours as dunes upon the horizon, there's an eclipse in her lips that would not speak in any less than measured prosody nor kiss without dreamscape grandeur.
Oct 17, 2017
Oct 17, 2017 at 8:40 PM UTC
You feel like
A ghastly mist, crawling up my toes
Touching frozen ground as you wrap
The soles of my feet in pasty white.
You feel like
Wet hair seeping through every thread
Of a pillowcase where you rest your head
Cold, warm, cold, warm—uncomfortable.
You feel like
Sore eyes from screens too bright
As you type in bold, black thoughts
A manifesto of the conflicts within.
You feel like
A room with no light, air, and sounds
Stagnancy echoing—the streaks, the blowing, the ringing
Were all dampened, washed out, unheard of.
You feel like
The sudden flash of blindness in the sky
Overlapping the deepest violets with such crisp tear
And they, too, tear as well.
You feel like
An intrusive intrusion of an intruder
An interlude to all the things you've done
An intermission to the tango that has just begun.
You feel like
A stale yet warm yet ugly yet comforting embrace
I wrap around you just to seep in every inch
Of what only you could offer.
You feel like
The last beginning of the endgame
The enshrouding entrance of what is to come
The naked piece of the puzzle
I have yet to grasp fully
You feel like
Bitter goodbyes
Unfiltered eyes
And crimson skies.
Sep 17, 2021
Sep 17, 2021 at 1:21 PM UTC
I feel keenly the quiet of many dead suns
Growing inside of me,
A biting blackness
Leaching out towards my fingertips.
It reverberates back, again
And again, swelling in my chest
Until I feel I could burst from the abundance
Of nothingness.
How horrible this could be!
Such quiet, inward rage...
The mind consumes itself
And turns to feverish delirium,
Enshrouding me in a blanket
Of bitter, tacky sweat.
In this empty, blazoned state,
I swallow worlds of men
Like syrups from a bottle.
O, the ravenous binge!
I devour it all to a hush.
Aug 26, 2018
Aug 26, 2018 at 12:25 PM UTC
i have wandered these forests,
ancient redwoods enshrouding the foothills
rolling back from the great Pacific to the Sierras
this ancient range of the coast redwood
tallest trees on Earth. i walk a path well trodden
above Mill Creek water flowing to the estuary
turning around to head back to the trail-head marker
ferns and rocks protrude from the walls
sediment of time, written in the canyon walls
i ramble into a growth of California rhododendron
in full bloom, their flowers bursts of red and yellow
against the dark green leaves
here, i pause, enchanted by the consuming
majesty of this ancient place abounding in life
entirely indifferent to my passing, enduring
and, once again, i am able to return to nothingness,
suffering comes from the desire to exist, and, i remember
that there is a path that leads to the end of suffering
Feb 16, 2012
Feb 16, 2012 at 10:37 AM UTC
It whips you in the face
or carries a flighty leaf
like the tide of the wind
it varies
sometimes enshrouding
is its twisted volition
aftertimes a soothing caress
most times, which comes
amidst the debris
of guilt
and trepidation
and fear
and this is not a measure
of Richter but the abyss,
which is carved deep
and has the potential
to acknowledge
the possibility
fervently,
that this is not
an existential anomaly.
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 12:22 PM UTC
Retreat from the dancing Sun
Evading flaming streams of light
Shearing exposed trees, the Gatling gun
Fixed on the horizon fraying the Night
As it engulfs the lake in foreign shines
Simmering the boiling bodies of water
Emerging are the Sillhouettes, the divines
Created in constellations have brought Her
Shape-shifting the landscapes in its caress
Nature's networks entwined in silence
Glorify Her benevolence, Her enchanting dress
Illuminating celestial twilight discarding violence
Enshrouding earthly bodies with Her own star
Temperate tempests of the snow-forested land
Subdued in an eternal biome, isolated from afar
Suffering by the accord of God's arbitrary hand.
Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 5:38 PM UTC
Sunset
On the beach
****** tension
Obvious and overwhelming
Lays a pleasant enshrouding cloud around us
The world fades away
Just the dying colors of a vivid sun
And the incessant onslaught
Of a calm ocean
Memories of a day past
Splashing on our mental shores
In tune with the earth
As always
I softly stroke the fresh ink
Printed on her skin
Her skin tightens
Redness appears
A great surge of passion
Welling up in the bottom of my heart
Filling my stomach
But I must control myself
I've made this mistake before
The same obstacles
To trip over
They've never left
But she hints like they're leaving
I escaped without crossing the line
I made no mistakes
I don't know if I should return
But the heart wants what the hearts wants
And I'm left longing
Jan 6, 2014
Jan 6, 2014 at 11:24 PM UTC
'Neath the Willows, cloaked in brume,
as streams the night time a deepening.
Enshrouding all in shadows womb,
I espy true loves awakening.
Eve tide slumber found a youth,
within the mead, where I do dwell.
Wont was I, to bespell, forsooth,
tis truly, one thing I do well.
Mazed, stands young swain, aside his bay,
embracing nymph, of flaxen hair.
Bedewed, were eyes, by impish fay,
for it be a swine, he holds there.
Of deep laughter, I do partake.
As disenthralled, young swain awakes.
Oct 12, 2010
Oct 12, 2010 at 6:11 PM UTC
Resting in peace, here are those
Who have got, no self to loose
A silent aura, enshrouding this cemetery
Retires them, from life' s *****
What is it, that they want to tell us
Are they really left, or present among us
Whatever they will be doing, in their afterlife
Surely they shed their divine blessings, upon us
A layman writes this rhyme, while having a gaze at it
His heart will always be lit, by a light
Of respect, which everyone should follow, for their sakes too
As this is the ending, of every individual bit
|AB|
May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 7:30 AM UTC
The light is gone,
there's nothing but darkness here.
Can you feel me?
Fingertips to lips.
Darkness enshrouding,
listen..
to the first aching note.
Your heart stirring,
in time to this melody.
Draw your warmth in close,
and you'll find me there.
Heartbeats coinciding,
lips pressed gently,
hands entangled.
There is fire smouldering,
passion in your eyes.
Clinging to memories,
fading in the night.
and they can't reach us here,
here, no-one exists.
Nothing but your soft breathing,
your gentle smile..
A nothing that is everything.
And the light surrounding you,
You, my most beautiful of hurt.
Jul 25, 2013
Jul 25, 2013 at 7:18 PM UTC
To cry without hurting would be a blessing
To be heard without making a sound
Struggling to find the strength to stand
only to fall onto my knees
Lying prostrate on the ground
weeping silently
People look at me like how they gaze through a window
to see past the glass, forgetting it's there
I want them to acknowledge my existence
to see who I am, to know I am here
Shadows, faceless forms peer in with empty stares
looking in like the others before they disappear
I watch solemnly as life flies by
here for only a moment
The color of life dull in my eyes
Black and grey and white
The color drained from the environment
emotionless in my sight
A single light shines in from above
a white, flickering flame, so menial
A symbol of hope in this cage
I reach out to grab it
The fire looms above, somber, ethereal
a pure and holy spirit
Grains of sand fall through my fingers
time slipping away
I'm trapped in an hourglass constantly flipping
suffocating in secret
Hidden beneath the things others say
suffering from the torment
Tears turning to blood and blood to pitch bile
a frame holding broken glass
Drowning in the dust of ages
forsaken and alone
The cracks grow larger as shadows pass,
a black hole where a star once shone
I sit, frozen in time, forgotten but still here
darkness enshrouding me
Sinking into the ground, the glass finally shattered
Time slows to a halt
I scream, sobbing helplessly
everything is my fault
I draw the attention of glowing eyes
sand pouring out from the cavity
The hourglass runs empty, time continues onward
sand falling into nothingness
The shadows move along, ignoring me,
lost in the abyss
The crimson blood, the only color I see
staining the fire above me
Forever out of reach, the light dissipates
gone from this world of darkness
Absent from the world of grey, never to be seen
hope swallowed by sadness
Trying to stand a second time
inevitably falling
sobbing loudly in the dark
no sound coming out
Death has come to my calling
the only one to hear my shout
Time has run out for me
this living hell closing to an end
No longer trapped in the hourglass
Death has set me free
With no sand left to spend,
I'm finally released
Sep 26, 2019
Sep 26, 2019 at 3:52 PM UTC
Through the forest of passion
Watching man's heartfelt nature
Peace, passion, fear and pain
In concert within one frame
Nurturing all, with peace and warmth
Growing along, in peace at war.
Afraid to unleash all that's locked-up inside
Mists of passion - enshrouding - limited sight.
Love enroots the longing within the heart
And the mind is ceased and gone
Pain feeds on fear of loss
Dovish flower withers, thus...
Earth shakes,
Sun's darkened,
Forest is filled with despair.
Green turns red,
And then grey
Afire - forest decayed.
Laid in ashes,
Staring at the face of the night,
Fragments of hope, spread across her face,
Remarking my fall from grace.
Through the forest of passion
Life remains sans ambition
Peace, passion, fear, and pain
Disharmonic and mundane.
Written by: Mahdi "Monstrosity" Dn.
Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 10:20 PM UTC
I walk through the pouring rain, wind howling at my face, tearing, my hair blows in the wind. The rain streams down my youthful face, aged now, with grief and pain, rain like tears, falls from empty sky. I walk through twilit streets, dim with mist and rain, and I wander, lost in daylight dreams, a haze of visions, enshrouding me, embracing me....her touch soft on my cheek, her gaze gentle, and yet strong, helping me, guiding me out of the howling storms of my inner mind, her whisper warm against my ear, her tears hot, mix with mine, as she whispers, her words full of love and quiet strength, even as she weeps, quiet tears. I fall into dark oblivion, lulled by her caring words, and the soft and gentle sounds of her weeping. I am walking. That, a distant memory, gone, shattered into a million shards of brightest glass, her screams mingle with mine, her body cold on empty street, the wind howls, leaves whipping past my pale face. I hold her, tears streaming, falling, her life bleeding out, trickling, slowing....she draws in a ragged breath, tongue poised for words, eyes desperate, pleading. She dies, breath sighing, slipping, back, into that cruel Autumnal world. I fall, head cradled against her chilling breast, blood slowing now, stopping. She is cold against me. I scream, world uncaring, carries on, and I alone, agony cold in my chest, I fall into the deepest black, her screams echoing after me, down into the dark of sleep. I walk, the rain pours down, the wind cuts me, chills me, dank hair falling, I walk alone, and empty, of life of love, of joy of peace.
I walk, and that empty pain, bitter as the dregs of cheapest wine, roars up, a storm once held in check by her love and gentle tears, strengthened by newer loss and fresher pain, it wells up, and I scream, ragged and tearing. I fall, knees scraping, stones stabbing, mud and leaves pulling, reaching, for my weary soul. I weep for pain and bitter grief, the storms roaring, within, without. I look up at cloudy sky, grey and empty, rain falling like bitter tears. I fall, limbs failing, heart quailing, beneath the empty, bitter pain. I lie here, amidst the mud and leaves, rain whipping past, wind screaming, I lie, consumed at last, by grief, cold fingers squeezing my screaming heart. I lie here, and wait for death, and my beloveds gentle tears.
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 5:11 PM UTC
Depravity Acts Like Gravity
Bringing you down
to Chaos and Degradation
And Degenerating Entropy
Trapped in a Path of Iniquity
Engorging an Extremity
To part the Lips of Life and Love
Enshrouding all that would shove
Pursuant to the path to Ecstasy
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Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 7:04 PM UTC
whisky breath, stone cold sober
coffee skin under plain white cotton
soft flesh glazed with callouses all over
but his soul steady, untainted
he was raised among wolves
with no taste for romance; he knows this as well as he knows his own name
his love, his methods
brutal, rough, and explicit
reeking of bad habits and good intentions
(do not) listen
when he bellows past midnight on a moonless night
he comes undone
like a wire, exposed
trembling sparks of his ruthlessness embeds into your skin
the blinds are drawn and the wind chime sways
faint street light seeps into the room
his fiery eyes and strong jaw betray no sign of vulnerability
yet he is longing, demanding
for you to tuck him softly in the crook of your neck
open up to the east and west
he feasts boldly on his willing prey, devouring
deeply in its absolute rawness
chills travel up and down your spine
unforgettable like vocals of a singer’s hypnotic raspy voice
you want to be his favourite hiding place
he was raised among wolves,
dreaming under the midnight sun with eyes wide open
golden rays enshrouding him in a world outlined in black
rewriting the definitions of love, and he
won’t let anyone steal who he is meant to be.
Aug 29, 2018
Aug 29, 2018 at 8:51 AM UTC
Distant eyes took shelter beneath permanently creased brows. Endless days filled with nothing but lifeless stares, hollow smiles - so fake they scared me.
I should have known.
Enshrouding myself in my own little world, I barely noticed the despair encasing your every breath. I let myself grow bitter towards your imperfections, rendering me useless in saving you. Stood by and watched you forget how to eat; shut my ears to your frightening cries for help. Grew frustrated with you for no reason and every reason.
Now I know.
They say it's not my fault.
"There's nothing you could have said, nothing you could have done."
They're lying.
When you left, an immense pit of quick sand swallowed me nearly whole; I've been fighting for breath ever since. Now I know that what I did and said was the opposite of what you needed. And that words make all the difference, they can even save a life.
That last fight provided me the perfect opportunity to help you. Instead, I gave up.
How could I ever forgive myself for that?
I wish sorry was enough.
Jan 18, 2013
Jan 18, 2013 at 11:39 PM UTC
I can feel you,
not just in the morning when I’m imagining it’s your hair my fingers are running through or pretending my blankets are your legs bundled closely and intertwining mine
I feel your angst and anger, a tension will brood into my room enshrouding my bed like a canopy, immediately casting a shadow across my face.
It doesn’t anger me, I feel connected and just want to convey.
I’m with you
Never against you
Yes, darling it’s true, I can feel you.
Oct 24, 2018
Oct 24, 2018 at 7:28 PM UTC
i remember going back to the now bleared moment, where it burgeons in
its ruinous hands. they demolished the hearth long ago and the dearth only fills
the air together with the splinters of what
was once yours — the wind is much tenser there, and there too is the bleak behemoth-shadow cast by the towering bell of the cathedral juxtaposed to the many a pompous mango tree enshrouding it like parasols to young, tender loam.
we were akin to those moments of death,
lauded by the assuage of its avid fondness — when it has died, we can hardly tell that it were stripped out of life
and when it continued to live, we denied it
inside us that it was no more than an ephemera enjoyed. rain obscured the
dry land seeking till, and sooner than we
knew,
the leaves have abandoned the trees
and we were underneath a shade of
our own.
Nov 16, 2015
Nov 16, 2015 at 12:50 AM UTC