Whispers Not Seen Poem by Hasan Maruf

Whispers Not Seen



One night I was walking in the woods
It was blustery, dark and cold
It was the night the whisper came
And this story must be told

At first I thought it was the wind
Blowing frantically over the trees
Then I heard a catlike meek voice
Flowing through the breeze

I felt warm breath around my neck
Then it crept up gently to my ear
The murmur I heard was serene and sweet
But it filled me up with precipitous fear

"My lamb, " she crooned sleekly
It chilled and killed me to the bone
"Resign your mortal life and submit to me,
And you will never have to be alone."

I spun around to stare at the sight
Of who muttered these words to me?
But miles of trees and woodland finite
Were all that I could see

"Where are you? " I yelled in the dark
Then, "Who are you? " I insisted with a bark
At first there was a dreary, dead silence
Then this is what I heard she said like a tyrant

"I am your deepest desperate desires,
To your loved ones you won't reveal.
I am the truth, fair and sparkling purifier
I am the one who can make you really heal"

"You know nothing." I sneered at her.
How dare you say you can conjure up true?
You have no idea what is buried in my heart.
What is false and what is myth- with no clue."

Her irritable laughter was full of enticing contempt.
"I know that you fancy a fantastic gore
You are trapped in a life of exasperation and detest.
I can make your spirit melt and soar"

Invisible hands grabbed my wrists
I screeched with all my might.
"I'll have your soul." she whispered to me
Well but not without a fiendish fight

I ran like prancing mouse terrified by a gigantic cat
But she bolted me like a monster to the ground.
I could now feel her sedated kiss upon my lips.
I could not utter a word but grunted a muffled sound.

"That's it." she said with burst of soothing stupor
"Do not wrangle with what you can't win
Succumb to your ecstasy in your wildest dreams,
Then your life will be laden with love without chagrin

I could feel my sternest resolve fading
Temptation was making me feeble and weak
I was in a hideous shock, as I lay there heeding
To the words I strutted to speak

"Yes." I sighed remorselessly.
"My libido has skyrocketed for what you can give.
For even though my life is tormented,
This is the life I so very crave to live."

"You're mine." she croaked with hysterical grin
"You have lost all those in your care."
When I realized what I had done
I bellowed thunderously in despair

I was still howling aloud when I was shook awake.
My deliverance it wasn't what it seemed
Then why were there spirits channeling in my gene,
If it was not just something I had dreamed
Then what could that be- Whispers not seen?

Whispers Not Seen
Wednesday, December 27, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: horror,supernatural
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Bri Edwards 03 January 2018

I was in a hideous shock, as I lay there heeding To the words I strutted to speak............To is not needed/appropriate after heeding. strutted? struggled perhaps? ? // i have 'a little trouble' with the last stanza, but i am called to supper soon! if you reply to my comments, please do so in a message, as i rarely return to a poem's page. i enjoyed the poem. good luck with your libido! ! ! bri ;)

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Bri Edwards 03 January 2018

check the definitions of blistery (line 2) against those of blustery. :) Then this is what I heard she said like a tyrant.......i think your phrase heard she said needs HELP! ;) // i love this alliteration: deepest desperate desires, // check use of gore and detest here: I know that you fancy a fantastic gore You are trapped in a life of exasperation and detest. (to be continued) ..... i'm liking the poem very much. to MyPoemList. bri ;)

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Hasan Maruf 04 January 2018

Thank you dear, I am beholden by the efforts you have taken to go through the poem as well as thinking with an imaginative aura of a poet. I would look into suggestions offered by you. We all do love a bit supernatural in a world of natural living things. I hope you will keep commenting on my post and help me to get new readers. With their insights, I believe I can be benefited in perfecting the craft of poetry writing. A big thanks

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Rehnuma Tarannum 31 December 2017

As a lover of supernatural poems, i can say, it is one of the best poems i have ever came across. love the story and the way you described it.

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