A collection of symbolist poetry- from my poetry archive. There has been a time wherein I’ve written with illuminated inspirations- I wanted to explore the mystery of the humankind’s daily existence in the light of symbolic representations and realistic imagism in this modern day life.
Here are few metaphoric verses that I created over the years…
Freedom Park
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In flight to capture greatness
Eyes set towards the sky
Believing gems are hidden,
Buried; beneath the clouds.
Armed with scrawled sketches
Truth, sweet desired denied
Born from the depth of longing
In the crater of the mind.
A dream deferred, a hindsight
Kept dormant yet alive
Rescued by grace and nudges
As fate collides with time.
Lost souls kept walking wounded
In search for Freedom Park
Along pathways and corners
On foreign, unseen land.
Yet visions failed to capture
The flowing treasure chest
About with little wonders
Real treasures you once felt.
The hand of true north’s compass
Points right back to your heart
The home of unleashed passions
Your own soul’s “freedom park”.
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June 10, 2008 /19:35:20
Jaded Sights
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Resound of whispers fill
The empty summer shed
Echoes of cheerful greetings
Remained when light faded.
Lackluster sights paraded
Conquered the gray skies’ stage
To serenade the half-dead
Imprisoned, forgotten.
Some days of wanton madness
Ripples of thrown strength
Unmindful of the bounces
To come as walls repel.
Armed like a seer with glimpses
Of blurred visions in dream
On to the depth of nothingness,
To merge with raging beats.
The purest shade of pastels
Define the darkened shapes
Collage of brightest colors,
The shadow of disgrace.
Like dainty clouds and laces
To grace the edge and planes
Gild of the shelves and cupboards,
Your very soul’s image.
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Escape
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Specks of hues and colors
Laces of dreams untold
Hinges of fading moments
To mark the season’s end.
Along with passing twilight
A dash of praise to faith
Wishing for heaven’s kisses
Sign of soul’s resting place.
The sky vow down to witness
A whispered vow; a spiel
The epitaph of sunshine
Precious life’s torn pages.
Away from spurious kingdom
A vantage sight, at last
Home of undaunted freedom
Escape of weary minds.
Yes, you conquered the mazes
Even with weakened steps
As painful drips keep falling,
The hourglass’ last breath.
Copyright to: Leofina Jane G. Galleta
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Uncouth Edges
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Adorned with fallen hinges
To frame the emblem’s grace
Badges for some unpardoned wish
Foreshadow memories.
Whispers of forethoughts sent
Like prayers, to build the fragments
From a lost fortress’ ashes
Forgone- your citadel.
Silence remained to serenade
With sounds of healing hymns
Free up imprisoned, longing thoughts
The foreground of your dreams.
Raven clouds came descending
To steal your skyline’s bliss
Terrains, slopes were tarnished
A universe ruined.
Yet still, oblivious faith resides
Inside long battered heart
Embers of hope transcend
To wipe, traces of mire.
Emerge, a world; enthralling
Uncouth edges to grace
Defined by intertwined slopes
You mind’s refuge; solace.
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Translucent Shores
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Along the empty harbor,
Breakwater’s lonesome shores
You seek for sign of freedom;
Sweet sacrifices, lost.
Within the sheltered meadows
You hope to find the cure
The healing touch of pleasures
To fill a barren soul.
In this asylum of wishes,
The past, frozen in frames
Lined on dimly lit corners
With faded prints to grace.
Canvasses on limestone walls
Adorned your austere world
Timeless tales hidden, untold
Missing parts of the whole.
Dreams faded with the sunset
Like lost, redeemers hope;
The sinking helm of reasons
Spoken through a song.
You lived to change the seasons,
Drifting within your world
As you pursue life’s signet
Along translucent shores.
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Sideways
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No signs, no marks
No heaven’s nod to lit
The fire as steps crawled
In silence at the side roads
Behind the blowing wind
To show the narrow walkways
As shadows lead the way
Towards the core of blinding lights.
Walls of defiance roams
Confined in chaotic thoughts
A cage of silent wonder
Offered at the feet of the skies
Ready to kiss and to wander
To find that resting place
With hope to find a paradise
In slopes of future dreams.
Soothing, it is
To the kindred souls
The sound of the unknown
Voices arising from within
Clarity resounding sweet
The silence vow to conquer
To reign in peace within
The depth of the valley of your soul.
Like the rain, you came
To drench and quench
As drought pervades
With threats to cease until it rest
In the riverbeds of dreams
There hungry moss cling tightly,
Hope may just fade too soon;
As lamentation echoes,
Beyond abandoned walls.
You bring the sweetest of caress
To calm the worst untamed winds
Like healing hymns arising
Enchanting notes blending;
In one with waves and whirlwinds
As you wait for new morn,
To draw the sketch, the roads of dreams
Sideways that leads you back to me.
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Inside An Audacious World
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Forever present yet unseen,
At home to walls and spaces
Wishes are not, to be unnoticed
To blend among ripples and waves.
Filled to the brim yet real empty
Resounds to match garbled meaning
Hidden beneath the face of freedom
Crisp laughter of empty sounds.
Gaiety smiles and friendly talks
To wrap the plots of devious works
Echoes of nice, sweet-coated words
Silently watched scheming thoughts.
Desires alive like changing hues
Yet too fearsome to be so true
Waiting behind walls of false hopes,
Won’t even budge a foot.
Forces collides in cheerful greetings
Dark, hungry vultures in angles clothing
Swords to slay aimed back and forth
Great clowns pretend to cure the world.
The sound of loud, mocking praises
Never was seen in its real sense
Perceived as hope, a dream to rise
Truth must be said, joke in disguise.
Who could have cared for closer look
But yet, another shadow crooked
Chanting same lines of false phrases
Though wishing hard, not to be heard.
Therefore, the game kept on going
As each one watched their own shadow
Strong lights reigned and kept alive
While sights were focused on the spot.
[This soul remained awhile to watch
To hear some more of senseless lines
Passionate voices in cultured lecterns
Self proclaimed saints, gods of the earth.]
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