Poems About Emptiness Seeking Friendly Advice
#emptiness
Poems about emptiness seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
20th Apr 2025 9:27pm
20th Apr 2025 9:27pm
Inanity
20/30
Inanity
Ever striving to be
being, becoming
licentious at everything
incorporating as a
practice (within anything)
rendering
enabling
inner essence void
As an empty vessel
I am now
quite capable
panoptic able
infinite virtuosity
At last, I am inherently
of sense, senses, self
without attachments
while still, quietly
not apart of all around
nor independently
free, existing
with others
53 unique words
Inanity
Ever striving to be
being, becoming
licentious at everything
incorporating as a
practice (within anything)
rendering
enabling
inner essence void
As an empty vessel
I am now
quite capable
panoptic able
infinite virtuosity
At last, I am inherently
of sense, senses, self
without attachments
while still, quietly
not apart of all around
nor independently
free, existing
with others
53 unique words
#emptiness
#myself
#spiritual
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0 Comments
dimpy
dimpsmoon
dimpsmoon
Poem Published
16th Apr 2025 6:11am
16th Apr 2025 6:11am
last poem for "you..."
the addiction i had for you,
the intoxication i had for you
i have returned it all
yes, i have left you
i had seen you once on
the shining mountains of desires
n my empty eyes had
found peace once
i had placed
a lot of hopes on you
but i kept floating alone
in the river of hope
i kept sleeping alone
on the soft petals of red roses
i kept searching for you
in the smoke coming out of my two fingers
i wish you could see that...
my poor heart has become like a...
the intoxication i had for you
i have returned it all
yes, i have left you
i had seen you once on
the shining mountains of desires
n my empty eyes had
found peace once
i had placed
a lot of hopes on you
but i kept floating alone
in the river of hope
i kept sleeping alone
on the soft petals of red roses
i kept searching for you
in the smoke coming out of my two fingers
i wish you could see that...
my poor heart has become like a...
#emptiness
#sadness
106 reads
8 Comments
ChloesPoeticInk
Poem Published
14th Apr 2025 4:59am
14th Apr 2025 4:59am
BRIDGES
I can almost understand why people leap from bridges,
Why they stand there, hearts heavy with fissures.
In a world that screams and shouts,
Yet never hears the whispers of despair that drown out.
The weight of silence is a killer,
A noose that tightens, makes the soul a thriller.
On the edge, they see it all:
The shattered dreams, the pain that stands so tall.
What’s it like to feel so hollow,
To search for hope in darkness, but only find sorrow?
They look down at the water, reflecting a void,
Each ripple a...
Why they stand there, hearts heavy with fissures.
In a world that screams and shouts,
Yet never hears the whispers of despair that drown out.
The weight of silence is a killer,
A noose that tightens, makes the soul a thriller.
On the edge, they see it all:
The shattered dreams, the pain that stands so tall.
What’s it like to feel so hollow,
To search for hope in darkness, but only find sorrow?
They look down at the water, reflecting a void,
Each ripple a...
#anxiety
#despair
#disappointment
#emptiness
#loneliness
57 reads
0 Comments
brokenheart201725
Poem Published
9th Apr 2025 1:28am
9th Apr 2025 1:28am
In the heart of night
In the heart of night,
where shadows whisper secrets,
pain dances, a cruel partner
in a waltz spun of despair.
Life, a tapestry woven with frayed threads,
each stitch a reminder
of battles fought in silence,
of dreams carried on shoulders
too weary to bear their weight.
Here, in the cradle of darkness,
where breath feels like a burden
and laughter echoes like a forgotten song,
the spirit wanders—
an echo of what once was,
yet never fully lost,
searching for glimmers
through the cracked edges of existence. ...
where shadows whisper secrets,
pain dances, a cruel partner
in a waltz spun of despair.
Life, a tapestry woven with frayed threads,
each stitch a reminder
of battles fought in silence,
of dreams carried on shoulders
too weary to bear their weight.
Here, in the cradle of darkness,
where breath feels like a burden
and laughter echoes like a forgotten song,
the spirit wanders—
an echo of what once was,
yet never fully lost,
searching for glimmers
through the cracked edges of existence. ...
#emptiness
#fear
#grief
#heartbroken
#loneliness
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0 Comments
dimpy
dimpsmoon
dimpsmoon
Poem Published
7th Apr 2025 10:17am
7th Apr 2025 10:17am
life... loveless
all the work
in the world
is simple,
but
watching someone
go away
from your life
is not simple...
when she runs
towards you
with her swinging
breasts,
showering you
with kisses,
and when
she walks away
you have to see
her back... autumn...
N beautiful wavy hair,
with light
hidden within it...
and a bag...
in the world
is simple,
but
watching someone
go away
from your life
is not simple...
when she runs
towards you
with her swinging
breasts,
showering you
with kisses,
and when
she walks away
you have to see
her back... autumn...
N beautiful wavy hair,
with light
hidden within it...
and a bag...
#emptiness
#heartbroken
117 reads
4 Comments
Lady_Hades333
Poem Published
5th Apr 2025 11:07am
5th Apr 2025 11:07am
Wide Awake
It's 4 in the morning and
I'm wide awake again
The whirring of the fan above
It's Blades an infinite circuit
On the edge of the bed,
Cutting just as deep...
Like that of a knife,
Slumber so far from reach.
Mind like wild horses
A roar like thunder, yet
No where near as free
He lies on the other side
Safe and sound asleep
I envy the night
Because in its own darkness,
Still there is a sense of peace
Yet nothing left of it for me.
The bells will toll
Thru an alarm on my phone ...
I'm wide awake again
The whirring of the fan above
It's Blades an infinite circuit
On the edge of the bed,
Cutting just as deep...
Like that of a knife,
Slumber so far from reach.
Mind like wild horses
A roar like thunder, yet
No where near as free
He lies on the other side
Safe and sound asleep
I envy the night
Because in its own darkness,
Still there is a sense of peace
Yet nothing left of it for me.
The bells will toll
Thru an alarm on my phone ...
#emptiness
#loneliness
#sadness
101 reads
0 Comments
ShaleeSue
Shalee
Shalee
Poem Published
5th Apr 2025 6:31am
5th Apr 2025 6:31am
Blanket
I cleared the last of my things
from grandmother’s house.
Drawers coughed up receipts.
The closets held the breath
of people who died standing.
And there—
your blanket.
Folded like a flag.
Too clean.
Like someone still believes
you’re coming back.
It smelled like you.
That synthetic, animal smell
something that wouldn’t be washed.
I hate you.
It fits in my mouth like a coin.
My body remembered you
before I did.
Knees gave.
Teeth locked.
You’re...
from grandmother’s house.
Drawers coughed up receipts.
The closets held the breath
of people who died standing.
And there—
your blanket.
Folded like a flag.
Too clean.
Like someone still believes
you’re coming back.
It smelled like you.
That synthetic, animal smell
something that wouldn’t be washed.
I hate you.
It fits in my mouth like a coin.
My body remembered you
before I did.
Knees gave.
Teeth locked.
You’re...
#emotional
#emptiness
#grief
#hate
#hurt
69 reads
0 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2025 00:37am
3rd Apr 2025 00:37am
no, Google, I'm not suicidal
I googled
"what to do
when you've given up
on life"
and it gave me a list
of suicide hotlines
and articles on positive
mental health practices
I didn't know how
to explain to a search engine
that I'm not suicidal
I'm not looking for that kind of exit
I'm lost
I'm lonely
I'm aimless
Everything feels pointless
I've hit the edge of depression
and kept going into the abyss
instead of pulling back
like I was supposed to
I scroll through the...
"what to do
when you've given up
on life"
and it gave me a list
of suicide hotlines
and articles on positive
mental health practices
I didn't know how
to explain to a search engine
that I'm not suicidal
I'm not looking for that kind of exit
I'm lost
I'm lonely
I'm aimless
Everything feels pointless
I've hit the edge of depression
and kept going into the abyss
instead of pulling back
like I was supposed to
I scroll through the...
#depression
#despair
#emptiness #MentalHealth
#emptiness #MentalHealth
109 reads
14 Comments
Maple666
Poem Published
31st Mar 2025 10:54am
31st Mar 2025 10:54am
IF YOU CANT SEE ME
I you can't see my silence as pain and hurt
If your can't see me on the bottom in the dirt.
If you can't see me grubby with stains of fear and stinking with streaks of self doubt that shout rinse me out.
if you can't see me at my base camp with nothing how on earth will you be able to truly hear me above the silence of sound.
All I am trying to do is breathe inhale exhale until I know my mind is a rest amongst life's tapestry.
Where my thread is durable and bright enough to be seen when I know my worth.
When I can befriend fear and the...
If your can't see me on the bottom in the dirt.
If you can't see me grubby with stains of fear and stinking with streaks of self doubt that shout rinse me out.
if you can't see me at my base camp with nothing how on earth will you be able to truly hear me above the silence of sound.
All I am trying to do is breathe inhale exhale until I know my mind is a rest amongst life's tapestry.
Where my thread is durable and bright enough to be seen when I know my worth.
When I can befriend fear and the...
#disappointment
#emptiness
#fear
#grief
#sadness
80 reads
2 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
30th Mar 2025 3:35pm
30th Mar 2025 3:35pm
Greenland's American future
Greenland’s American future
In Nuuk everybody lives in festive houses made of wood, green, blue and red looks homily in the winter landscape
Thei are the people who speaks English, building
A dry dock for submarines, that will protect the sea from intruders, like the Russians and big code fish. The Greenlander will live in nice apartments
That have lifts, naturally the have to pay rent
There will be more shops selling imported food
Soft bread and, of course hamburgers for all
There will be bars with dancing girls included
The local can get...
In Nuuk everybody lives in festive houses made of wood, green, blue and red looks homily in the winter landscape
Thei are the people who speaks English, building
A dry dock for submarines, that will protect the sea from intruders, like the Russians and big code fish. The Greenlander will live in nice apartments
That have lifts, naturally the have to pay rent
There will be more shops selling imported food
Soft bread and, of course hamburgers for all
There will be bars with dancing girls included
The local can get...
#disappointment
#emptiness
#frustration
63 reads
0 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
29th Mar 2025 8:08am
29th Mar 2025 8:08am
freedom for Greenland
Freedom for Greenland
It is an ominous signal when the wife of the vice president visits Greenland, ostensibly to see its nature and be ever so friendly, but the Greenlanders are not fools they know Trump is sickling to get hold of this island, if he does the defenseless people will end up as rough sleepers in the streets of New York
The Greenlanders are simple folk living, have modest houses for a lump full of dollars they might be pressured to become American citizens
Money given is a lot in Greenland, and in New York almost of no value, should you regret it and try to move...
It is an ominous signal when the wife of the vice president visits Greenland, ostensibly to see its nature and be ever so friendly, but the Greenlanders are not fools they know Trump is sickling to get hold of this island, if he does the defenseless people will end up as rough sleepers in the streets of New York
The Greenlanders are simple folk living, have modest houses for a lump full of dollars they might be pressured to become American citizens
Money given is a lot in Greenland, and in New York almost of no value, should you regret it and try to move...
#apathy
#disappointment
#emptiness #loneliness
#emptiness #loneliness
50 reads
0 Comments
Mundus
Poem Published
27th Mar 2025 4:51pm
27th Mar 2025 4:51pm
Anesthesia
The world bit my heart
with blind and grim ferocity,
of primordial innocence
only the ghost remained.
I closed my eyes, fled the light,
I gasped in the breath of the crowds;
in the idiocy of those who rumble
without ever asking questions.
I found a corner inside me,
fresh and slightly tinged with half-light,
I added a moon of madness
and some notes of melancholy.
Now it is here that I stand,
in the anesthesia of time
and human anguish.
Who knows if I survive
or only feign being alive.
with blind and grim ferocity,
of primordial innocence
only the ghost remained.
I closed my eyes, fled the light,
I gasped in the breath of the crowds;
in the idiocy of those who rumble
without ever asking questions.
I found a corner inside me,
fresh and slightly tinged with half-light,
I added a moon of madness
and some notes of melancholy.
Now it is here that I stand,
in the anesthesia of time
and human anguish.
Who knows if I survive
or only feign being alive.
#emptiness
#heartbroken
#loneliness #sadness
#loneliness #sadness
109 reads
3 Comments
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