𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐘

1. The Ballad of the Restless Heart

He wandered through the silver night,
A dreamer chasing flame,
With stars to guide his silent flight,
Yet none would call his name.

He met the maidens, young and fair,
Their laughter soft as rain,
But when he touched their golden hair,
He only felt the strain.

Their eyes were bright, their words were sweet,
Their songs would fill the air,
But always when his soul would meet,
He found no solace there.

From town to town, from shore to shore,
He searched both high and low,
But though he knocked on every door,
Love would not bid him go.

Each maiden left a gentle trace,
A lesson, or a tune,
He learned of hope, he learned of grace,
Beneath the bitter moon.

And slowly, hope began to fade,
His longing grew less wild,
He wore the peace that time had made—
The calm of sorrow’s child.

Then through the dusk, she came one day,
Not wrapped in silken light,
No tale or prophecy gave way,
Just truth, both fierce and right.

She was no girl of painted gleam,
No song the bards would weave,n
But in her eyes, he saw a dream
He never wished to leave.

They met, they touched, and something stirred,
A silence broke inside.
No hollow echo, no lost word—
At last, the tide had died.

But love, alas, is not always kind,
Nor meant for all to keep,
She vanished, left no trace behind,
And left him there to weep.

He does not roam, he does not cry,
He sings no more of fate.
He kissed the stars and touched the sky—
And learned it came too late.

Now by the fire, he speaks no vow,
No tale he’ll ever tell.
He searched, he loved, he lost—and now,
He knows that all is well.8

2. The Searcher’s Promise

He wandered far in nights of gold,
In dreams of love, in stories told,
Where moonlight danced on hopeful eyes—
He chased a flame across the skies.

Through years and hearts, he sought in vain,
Each touch a balm, each kiss a strain.
Bright maidens laughed, their spirits free,
Yet none could calm his restless sea.

For every smile, he found a crack,
A hollow place that smiled back.
He learned their songs, their joys, their fears,
And filled his soul with borrowed years.

Till hope grew faint, and dreams grew still,
No longer bent to fate or will.
He wore his scars like quiet art,
And tucked away his seeking heart.

But then—no herald, no fanfare—
She came with light and heavy care.
No maiden wrapped in fairy lore,
But more than all he’d dreamed before.

With her, the silence softly broke,
The void inside no longer spoke.
He touched her hand and knew the truth:
His soul had found its long-lost youth.

Yet love, so rare, can vanish fast,
A comet’s flare not meant to last.
She slipped away—no fault, no war—
And left him full, but aching more.

He weeps no more, nor dares to yearn,
He’s kissed the sun, and felt it burn.
His vow is carved in midnight's shore:
He'll seek no more. He'll love no more.

The Silence After You
(Miltonic Sonnet ABBAABBA CDECDE)

Where are you now, whose voice once calmed my storm,
Whose presence turned the darkest hours to light?
With you, the cruelest day would feel so right,
And pain, in shared embrace, would lose its form.
We spoke of all—our wounds, our hearts still warm
With hope, despite the endless, mounting night.
But now you're gone, and all I've known takes flight,
This hollow life no longer holds its norm.

My soul, my breath, my blood all ache for you—
You came like dew, like smoke, like lightning's gleam,
Then vanished, leaving echoes in your place.
I search the stars, the dawn, the evening blue,
To find some trace of you within the dream,
But only sorrow fills your sacred space.

Where Are You Now (Spenserian Sonnet)

Where are you now, whose voice once lit my skies? (A)
Not one day passes without whispered plea. (B)
With you, the hours soared like swallows’ cries, (A)
Then vanished deep within eternity. (B)
We bared our wounds, our truths no mask could hide, (C)
In pain and love, we carved our sacred space. (B)
But now I walk alone where dreams have died, (C)
Each step a void, each breath your ghost’s embrace. (D)

My soul, my veins, my heart, all cry for you, (C)
Your absence breaks the stars and dims my flame. (D)
You came like dawn, then vanished like the dew, (E)
A fleeting spark no time could ever tame. (E)

Echoes of You (Ottava Rima)

Where are you now, when silence haunts the air? (A)
Not one day passes without thoughts of you. (B)
With you, time vanished, light as whispered prayer, (A)
And every hour in love and sorrow flew. (B)
We shared our truths, our wounds too raw to bear, (A)
In every tear, our bond was forged anew. (B)
But now you're gone, and all that's left is pain— (C)
An empty heart that calls your name in vain. (C)

.A Whisper Through the Veil
(Romanticism form of poetry)

You came like starlight breaking through the mist,
A fleeting gleam where shadows learned to weep.
Your hand in mine—a moment heaven kissed,
Then vanished like a dream I could not keep.

We spoke in sighs where silent hearts confide,
Beneath the willow’s hush, by moonlight's grace.
Each tear we shed became the ocean’s tide,
Each smile—a rose that time could not erase.

But now I walk where once your laughter lay,
The world grown hollow in your soft farewell.
No dawn can chase the mournful night away,
Nor winds erase the love I’ll always spell.

Yet still I wait where broken angels dwell,
To touch your soul beyond this mortal shell.

Where Are You?

(Terza Rima Form)

Where are you now, my soul's eternal flame? (A)
Not one day passes without calling you, (B)
And still the silence answers with your name. (A)

With you, the fleeting hours swiftly flew— (B)
We shared our scars, the pain, the deep despair, (C)
In every wound, our bond was born anew. (B)

You held my heart with such devoted care, (C)
Yet now you've gone, and left this hollow shell. (D)
The void you left is more than I can bear. (C)

My soul, my veins, my spirit cannot quell (D)
The aching pull of where your shadow lies— (E)
A quiet grief no spoken words can tell. (D)

You came like dew beneath the morning skies, (E)
Like smoke that fades, like lightning’s sudden gleam— (F)
A fleeting wonder lost before goodbyes. (E)

I miss you so—my world has lost its dream, (F)
And every breath I take now breaks the seam. (F)

If Ever

If ever you, even once,
Could possess the sentiment to feel—
Not just mimic warmth,
Not just echo words—
But bleed a truth that's real.

I have waited in the shadows
Of your silence,
Where love goes unheard,
And I have whispered all my storms
Into your stillness—
Without a single word returned.

If ever your heart could tremble
For something more than pride,
Maybe then you’d understand
The ache I’ve learned to hide.

But hope is a quiet traitor—
It stays,
Even when you don’t.
And I keep wishing for a spark
In a soul that feels like stone.

Come Back to Me"

Why did I find you, only to break?
Why did fate give just to take?
You were the light that touched my sky—
Now I'm left to wonder why.

I'm a barren tree in endless sand,
No shade to give, no loving hand.
A ship adrift with no one near,
No compass now, just tide and fear.

You lie in silence, locked in pain,
While I reach out, again, again.
But the world gives back no sound,
Only grief that's tightly wound.

You warned me once, and still I stayed,
Now all I do is kneel and pray.
If I could take your hurt and bear
Every breath, I’d meet you there.

Don't leave me here with shattered time,
With half-spun dreams and aching rhyme.
I need your voice, your eyes, your fire—
Without your love, there's no desire.

So come back to me, don’t let go,
I need your warmth, your soul to know.
Not just a memory, not a dream—
But you, alive, in love’s great stream.

Please, my love, just stay, just be—
For I don’t know how to live...
without you next to me.

"The Silence Between Us"

How many more days will you stay so still,
While my heart pounds loud against my will?
Once you were breath, a soft, warm light—
Now you're a shadow just out of sight.

You warned me gently, voice like rain,
That love like this might carry pain.
Four months gone, and still it grows—
Your silence is all my spirit knows.

You're lying where no words can reach,
Beyond the comfort of my speech.
I call your name into the night,
But echoes answer, dim with fright.

I miss the way you spoke my name,
Now the world just doesn’t sound the same.
I feel like a house stripped of flame—
Cold and hollow, none to blame.

How do I erase your eyes, your grace,
When every dream replays your face?
How can I walk and breathe and be,
When half my soul is lost at sea?

But love like yours—it doesn’t die.
It lingers, silent, in the sky.
So I’ll carry you, though I fall apart,
A quiet fire inside my heart.

When Silence Spoke Her Name

She told me once, with trembling grace,
“There’ll come a time I can’t keep pace—
My voice may fade, my light may dim,
But in the quiet, think of him.”

And now that time has come to pass,
She lies behind cold sheets of glass.
ICU walls, machines that hum,
And I am numb. And I am numb.

Four months of fight carved through her skin,
While I held on through thick and thin.
She warned me once, and now I see—
The silence isn't empty. It’s her and me.

She said: “When I can speak again,
I’ll flood your world like summer rain.”
But now her lips are still and tight,
And I’m just chasing ghosts at night.

I ache for her in every breath,
Afraid of time, afraid of death.
I don't know if she’s slipping through,
But every moment feels so blue.

I miss her laugh, her stubborn fire,
The way she'd burn with soft desire—
To live, to love, to talk to me,
As if our bond could set her free.

Now all I want is just to know—
One sign, one spark, before she goes.
But if she must go where I can't be,
Let her carry this piece of me:

My aching soul, my whispered prayers,
The vows we dreamed, the love we shared.
And if her silence takes the stage—
I’ll wait. I’ll wait beyond the cage.

Because love like this can’t end in pain.
She will come back. She’ll speak again.
In wind, in dreams, in skies that burn—
And tell me, “Wait. I will return.”