In yon dim'd hollow where thine embers glow,

A maiden sitteth, clad in hues of night,

Her sable wings doth stretch 'midst billow'd flow,

And 'gainst her spine, a riven streak doth smite.

Her gown of scarlet mists and twilight thread,

Like smoke that coils 'round ash'd pyre’s keep,

Beseemeth blood by wrath and fire fed,

That bleedeth into stormclouds dark and deep.

Oh harbinger of dusk, with form so fair,

Thine tresses o’er thy shoulders spill,

Yet thou art marred by rage and sorrow’s snare,

That rend thy back with crimson rill.

Ebon plume and lightning's fierce embrace,

Declare thee as a tempest's bride,

Yet in thy visage, solace finds no place,

For fury doth with thee abide.

Unshackled by the worldly bounds of men,

In shadowed majesty, thou dost arise,

A wraithly spirit, forsaken in thy ken,

'Twixt heaven's tears and Hades’ cries.

©poembyselly

In the whisper of a morning breeze,

On paths untold, both wild and free,

We walk these roads, our spirits ease,

In simple steps, we find our key.

Some days are soft like autumn leaves,

They fall and flutter, light and slow,

Yet others twist with stormy heaves,

Through tangled trails, we learn and grow.

No guidebook or map to steer our way,

Just moments that shape our soul's design,

In every twist, in every sway,

We find a quiet joy, divine.

For life's true luxury lies not in gold,

But in each breath, each story told.

©poembyselly

*note : a poem that imagines a conversation between two historical figures from different eras (Cleopatra and Galileo)

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In the moonlit garden of eternity,

Two souls from distant worlds convene;

Cleopatra, queen of ancient sands,

And Galileo, the starry-eyed dreamer, unseen.

Cleopatra speaks with wisdom old,

"Galileo, seeker of celestial spheres,

What do you see in the endless night?

What truths have you unraveled in the silent years?"

Galileo lifts his gaze to the stars,

"A universe vast, beyond ancient sight,

I found a cosmos teeming with wonder,

Galaxies swirling in the endless night."

Cleopatra smiles with a knowing glance,

"And what of the hearts beneath these skies?

For I have ruled and loved and lost,

In the weaving dance of earthly ties."

Galileo ponders her words, profound,

"Your world of power and love entwined,

I charted stars but not the soul,

A riddle I've yet to unwind."

"Then let us share," Cleopatra sighs,

"Knowledge of heaven and earth combined,

For what is wisdom without the heart?

What is science without the divine?"

Galileo nods with a gentle smile,

"Indeed, O Queen, our paths converge,

To know the stars, we must feel their fire,

To rule the earth, the soul must surge."

Together, they sit, two minds as one,

Under the endless cosmic dome,

One speaks of stars, the other of sands,

Both seeking a truth that brings them home.

And thus, across the ages, they converse,

A dialogue of minds, time cannot sever,

A queen and a scientist, lost in thought,

In a timeless garden that blooms forever.

©poembyselly

In ancient whispers carried on the wind,

A story of souls woven tight begins,

Bound by threads of fate, deep and unseen,

In shadows of past lives, where love once had been.

You and I, we danced in the pale moonlight,

Our spirits intertwined, ablaze, so bright,

In a world far removed from this present day,

Where every heartbeat echoed in perfect sway.

We traversed the epochs, the centuries vast,

Through wars, through peace, our bond held fast,

Each birth a new chapter, a different page,

Yet the same old ache of longing and age.

Born again in cultures foreign and strange,

Across oceans of time and endless change,

Still, the red thread tied us with tender care,

An unbreakable tether no distance could wear.

In this current life, our paths meet anew,

Eyes wide with wonder at all we once knew,

A spark of recognition in the depths of your gaze,

Rekindles the love that has withstood life's maze.

We ache with the weight of what lies untold,

The stories of lifetimes now buried and cold,

Yet within us both, a flame fiercely burns,

For a love that the universe eternally yearns.

But love, like the mountains, must face the storm,

Each trial and each struggle, its spirit reborn,

And through the hard obstacles that test and bend,

We find strength in the journey, the path we wend.

For ours is a love that springs from the divine,

Not bound by time or by earthly confines,

It flows through our veins, the pulse of the stars,

Guiding us forward, no matter how far.

So here we stand, as in lives long past,

With the courage to hold, to make this love last,

In the face of each hardship, with every breath drawn,

Proving our love is real, like the break of dawn.

As the red thread winds its way through our soul,

It sings of a promise as old as the whole,

That no matter the trials, the worlds we roam,

We’ll always find our way back home.

©poembyselly

In a world of ceaseless sound and strife,

Where moments blend and blur,

There lies a single, sacred pause —

A breath, the pulse of life.Beyond the crash of daily waves,

In stillness, whispers wait.

A silent hymn, a gentle sigh,

Where chaos yields to grace.

Inhale the promise of the dawn,

Exhale the night’s regret.

In this, a space where shadows flee,

A fleeting, fragile breath.

Within this pause, the world retreats,

And time, at last, stands still.

A breath that holds the universe,

A pause between the will.

Here lies the heartbeat of the earth,

The calm within the storm.

Inhale — the world dissolves to dust,

Exhale — and we are born.

A single breath, a tender touch,

A life within a sigh,

A bridge between the now and then,

A breath that lifts us high.

Inhale, exhale, the balance shifts,

And all is made anew.

For in the breath of life we find

The infinite, the true.

©poembyselly

In a realm where whispers waltz with time,

She rests, a maiden cradled in the gentle breath of dusk.

Crimson roses, tenderly weep their fragrant symphony,

Drifting, entwined in the hush of ancient tomes.Petals, soft as whispers of forgotten dreams,

Cloak her slumber, an odyssey in crimson repose.

Books, their pages laden with the weight of unspoken verse,

Guard the secrets of yesteryears, serenading the night.

In this serene sanctuary, where time tiptoes by,

The air is thick with tales, unyielding, eternal.

Roses bloom in silence, each bud a silent tear,

A remembrance of love, or loss, or life, perhaps.

The twilight dips its brush in hues of velvet wine,

Spilling shadows that dance upon her pale cheeks.

She dreams of forgotten shores, where the roses weep,

And the ancient books breathe life into slumber's grace.

With every petal's fall, the world holds its breath,

For she is the keeper of dreams, woven in crimson threads.

Her soul, a fragile poem, penned in the language of the night,

Rests in the tender embrace of velvet blooms, beneath the watchful eye of time.

©poembyselly

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This poem extends the imagery of the sleeping maiden surrounded by roses and books, creating a dreamy, ethereal atmosphere. The use of synonyms and descriptive language aims to evoke the serene yet poignant mood captured in the image.

Behold the maiden draped in scarlet hue,

Her visage half obscured by nature’s lace,

A raven’s plume doth cast a shadow true,

Upon the wintry pallor of her face.

With eyes like orbs that pierce the darkest night,

She stares into the void with gaze so cold,

As if she sees the world in pale moonlight,

And all that glitters there, in red and gold.

The roses ’round her brow, they whisper tales,

Of passion’s fire and love’s immortal sting,

Yet tears of blood, like ruby-colored trails,

Betray the silent torment they may bring.

For beauty such as hers is wrought with pain,

A fragile bloom amidst the thorns of fate,

Where every smile is born from deep disdain,

And every breath but strengthens sorrow’s weight.

O gentle soul, why dost thou hide away?

In shadows deep, where daylight fears to tread,

Dost thou not hear the song of dawning day,

That bids thee rise from out thy crimson bed?

The world awaits thy touch, thy tender grace,

To turn the withered leaves to living green,

To chase the shadows from the fair moon’s face,

And gild the night in hues yet never seen.

But here thou art, enshrined in crimson veil,

A phantom of the forest’s dying breath,

Thy beauty waning, like the moon, so pale,

Caught in the endless dance ’twixt life and death.

Awake, sweet siren, from this silent dream,

And let the world behold thy fiery light,

For in thy hands, the fates may shift their scheme,

And turn the darkest hour to dawn’s delight.

©poembyselly

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This poem reflects the mysterious and haunting beauty of the image, drawing upon themes of love, loss, and the intertwining of beauty and pain, much like what one might find in Shakespearean literature.

Specter of the mist

Down the narrow alleys where shadows creep,

A spectral figure glides through the haze,

With hair as dark as the secrets it keeps,

A phantom adrift in eternity's gaze.

Garbed in a gown of ethereal white,

It moves with the grace of a forgotten dream,

In the haunting glow of a lantern's light,

A ghostly waltz in a world unseen.

Eyes obscured by a veil of despair,

Yet power emanates from its silent form,

An enigma wrapped in a shroud of rare,

Drifting through time like a whispering storm.

The fog embraces its solitary dance,

As echoes of footsteps fade into night,

A haunting figure caught in a trance,

Between realms of shadow and ethereal light.

@poembyselly

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Enchanted Night

In the heart of night where shadows weave,

A young witch holds a world in her grasp,

Cloaked in midnight's velvet, she breathes,

Under the gaze of a silvery moon's clasp.Her hat, a peak of ancient lore,

Points to where dreams and reality blur,

Surrounded by pumpkins that softly implore,

To light up the darkness with whispers that stir.In her hand, a globe of cosmic delight,

Glows with the warmth of a fairy-tale hearth,

Within it, a cottage bathed in starlight,

A sanctuary of magic, a realm of rebirth.

Bats silhouette against the moon's glow,

Guardians of secrets in the night's embrace,

While the wind whispers stories only they know,

Of enchanted beings and their timeless grace.

@poembyselly

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The love that we have, a fortress so strong,

The love that we have, a fortress so strong,The love that we have, a fortress so strong,

An ardor profound, where hearts do belong.

Affection that binds, in passion’s embrace,

With fervor and zeal, no trial can erase.

Our bond, a tether, unbreakable, sure,

A connection so deep, eternal and pure.

In fondness we grow, with tenderness sweet,

A communion of souls, where destinies meet.

Devotion that shields us, like armor of steel,

In the fires of life, it’s love that we feel.

Adoration that lifts us, on wings of the heart,

A connection profound, no force can impart.

Through the tempest we sail, with love as our guide,

In the darkest of nights, together we bide.

For the love that we share, a beacon of light,

A bond so divine, it conquers all plight.

Our spirits entwined, in a dance ever true,

With each step we take, our strength doth renew.

In this union so rare, we find our great might,

For the love that we have is our purest right.

In passion’s embrace, we grow ever near,

With each passing day, our bond becomes clear.

For the love that we share, like roots deep in earth,

Nurtures our souls, and gives rise to new birth.

So let us cherish this love, strong and bold,

In the warmth of our hearts, let it ever unfold.

For the love that we have makes us stronger still,

A bond that defies time's merciless will.

©poembyselly

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