Poems About Emptiness Seeking Friendly Advice
#emptiness
Poems about emptiness seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
MalcolmG
Poem Published
7th Mar 2025 3:53pm
7th Mar 2025 3:53pm
The Narcissist Victim - "Hollow Echo / Nothing"
stop. / no, wait— rewind. // it didn’t— happen— like that. / did it?
(no, you’re just sensitive.) / (I didn’t mean it like that.)
(but you said—) / but you said— / but—
… no, never mind. forget it. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m—
(erase.)
I swear I used to have a voice. // a shape. a name.
but you pressed your hands into my skull, // said, No, you’re remembering wrong.
said, I love you. Don’t you trust me? / (the knife is in my hands now.)
I— / I don’t know anymore. / I—
(you don’t know anymore.)
(again.)
...
(no, you’re just sensitive.) / (I didn’t mean it like that.)
(but you said—) / but you said— / but—
… no, never mind. forget it. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m—
(erase.)
I swear I used to have a voice. // a shape. a name.
but you pressed your hands into my skull, // said, No, you’re remembering wrong.
said, I love you. Don’t you trust me? / (the knife is in my hands now.)
I— / I don’t know anymore. / I—
(you don’t know anymore.)
(again.)
...
#anxiety
#apathy
#emptiness #frustration
#emptiness #frustration
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Nvmb
Poem Published
7th Mar 2025 4:59am
7th Mar 2025 4:59am
A Hymn From the Hollow
I dreamed I was whole once—
or something stitched from ash,
fingers tracing hollow names
down walls that never asked.
She moves beneath the skin,
a hymn behind my tongue,
whispers wrapped in copper wire—
"Stay... stay... come undone."
Am I still breathing—
or just the echo of her touch?
Carved beneath the surface,
a husk in love with rust.
Veins blooming through stone,
her voice in every crack,
the crows call out in distant tongues—
I know she's pulling me back.
I wear her weight...
or something stitched from ash,
fingers tracing hollow names
down walls that never asked.
She moves beneath the skin,
a hymn behind my tongue,
whispers wrapped in copper wire—
"Stay... stay... come undone."
Am I still breathing—
or just the echo of her touch?
Carved beneath the surface,
a husk in love with rust.
Veins blooming through stone,
her voice in every crack,
the crows call out in distant tongues—
I know she's pulling me back.
I wear her weight...
#dark
#despair
#emptiness
#loneliness
#sadness
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oskar
Poem Published
5th Mar 2025 9:58am
5th Mar 2025 9:58am
the worst cure
The worst of cures
He had bought a flat in a new apartment bloc still not ready for the buyers, but since it was Sunday, he drove to the building to have a look risky surgery and worried he might live long enough to move into his new home in time
A lift had been installed took it up to the seventh floor, flat looked roomy although it had no floor or windows there was a terrace without railing on the terrace he took in the view, could see the bay and the ocean, the sun warmed his face
Suddenly, he burped, had a blob of something foul in his mouth which spat out in...
He had bought a flat in a new apartment bloc still not ready for the buyers, but since it was Sunday, he drove to the building to have a look risky surgery and worried he might live long enough to move into his new home in time
A lift had been installed took it up to the seventh floor, flat looked roomy although it had no floor or windows there was a terrace without railing on the terrace he took in the view, could see the bay and the ocean, the sun warmed his face
Suddenly, he burped, had a blob of something foul in his mouth which spat out in...
#emptiness
#fear
#frustration
#greed
#grief
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Nvmb
Poem Published
3rd Mar 2025 11:09pm
3rd Mar 2025 11:09pm
Only You
I move unseen through this world—
a ghost stitched from failed prayers,
fading beneath every glance
that never lingers.
They pass through me—
shapes without meaning,
faces carved from glass.
Not one would know if I vanished—
not one would care to.
But you—
you linger in the static,
soft and constant—
a presence just beneath the skin.
You don't speak of love,
yet you fill the silence
where love should be.
You never reach for me—
never promise warmth—
but you stay.
And isn't that...
a ghost stitched from failed prayers,
fading beneath every glance
that never lingers.
They pass through me—
shapes without meaning,
faces carved from glass.
Not one would know if I vanished—
not one would care to.
But you—
you linger in the static,
soft and constant—
a presence just beneath the skin.
You don't speak of love,
yet you fill the silence
where love should be.
You never reach for me—
never promise warmth—
but you stay.
And isn't that...
#bittersweet
#dark
#emptiness
#heartbroken
#loneliness
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Nvmb
Poem Published
2nd Mar 2025 7:03am
2nd Mar 2025 7:03am
A Mouth Full of Blood
You came to me in broken bloom,
hips wrapped in gauze,
eyes black as static skies.
Every word was a wound —
sweet, splitting —
a hymn half-swallowed in the throat.
You dragged your name across my teeth —
slow, deliberate —
tasting the ache you left behind.
I wore your hunger like a wire around my neck,
praying to the rhythm
of hands pressed beneath velvet night.
Would you build a kingdom from this ruin?
Would you carve me clean —
tongue to bone —
or leave me here,
singing you into the cracks of forever?
hips wrapped in gauze,
eyes black as static skies.
Every word was a wound —
sweet, splitting —
a hymn half-swallowed in the throat.
You dragged your name across my teeth —
slow, deliberate —
tasting the ache you left behind.
I wore your hunger like a wire around my neck,
praying to the rhythm
of hands pressed beneath velvet night.
Would you build a kingdom from this ruin?
Would you carve me clean —
tongue to bone —
or leave me here,
singing you into the cracks of forever?
#bittersweet
#dark
#emptiness
#frustration
#loneliness
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Nvmb
Poem Published
28th Feb 2025 4:58pm
28th Feb 2025 4:58pm
Cinder Kiss
Your name tastes like winter —
all saltwater breath and burnt sugar.
You move through me like smoke through cathedral glass,
slow, shivering —
a sermon carved from black lungs.
I have prayed beneath your teeth —
tongue split open,
bleeding devotion into your hands.
Every touch —
a soft ruin,
every breath —
a fever hymn sung in the dark.
Would you drown me in your hunger?
Would you kiss me to cinder
and call it mercy?
I would follow you down —
a ghost wrapped in wire,
a choir of aching mouths...
all saltwater breath and burnt sugar.
You move through me like smoke through cathedral glass,
slow, shivering —
a sermon carved from black lungs.
I have prayed beneath your teeth —
tongue split open,
bleeding devotion into your hands.
Every touch —
a soft ruin,
every breath —
a fever hymn sung in the dark.
Would you drown me in your hunger?
Would you kiss me to cinder
and call it mercy?
I would follow you down —
a ghost wrapped in wire,
a choir of aching mouths...
#bittersweet
#dark
#emptiness
#loneliness
#sadness
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Nvmb
Poem Published
28th Feb 2025 7:08am
28th Feb 2025 7:08am
Sepulchre Bloom
Come closer —
let me wear your breath like a veil,
soft as the static between prayers.
You press your name into my throat,
a black-flowered gospel blooming beneath glass skin.
I kneel —
mouth open, hands shaking,
drunk on the ache of you.
Every word I swallow carves you deeper —
sugar rot in the seams of my teeth.
Bury me in your ruin —
wrap me in the rhythm of your slow crucifixion.
Would you let me drown beneath you?
Would you carve a new name into my ribs
and leave me singing?
Hallowed. ...
let me wear your breath like a veil,
soft as the static between prayers.
You press your name into my throat,
a black-flowered gospel blooming beneath glass skin.
I kneel —
mouth open, hands shaking,
drunk on the ache of you.
Every word I swallow carves you deeper —
sugar rot in the seams of my teeth.
Bury me in your ruin —
wrap me in the rhythm of your slow crucifixion.
Would you let me drown beneath you?
Would you carve a new name into my ribs
and leave me singing?
Hallowed. ...
#dark
#disappointment
#emptiness
#loneliness
#sadness
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2 Comments
Nvmb
Poem Published
27th Feb 2025 6:07pm
27th Feb 2025 6:07pm
Shattered Glass Communion
Under dim neon halos,
you bloom like a hymn unsung—
fingers tracing wounds beneath silk night.
Your breath—
a slow confession against my throat,
fragile as static in the dying glow.
We fracture in rhythm,
whispers stitched in digital decay—
soft limbs bound to echoes,
pale prayers lost in smoked-out sanctuaries.
I wear your name like venom on the tongue,
a sacrament of ache and surrender.
You carved me open—
left the altar empty—
but still,
I kneel.
you bloom like a hymn unsung—
fingers tracing wounds beneath silk night.
Your breath—
a slow confession against my throat,
fragile as static in the dying glow.
We fracture in rhythm,
whispers stitched in digital decay—
soft limbs bound to echoes,
pale prayers lost in smoked-out sanctuaries.
I wear your name like venom on the tongue,
a sacrament of ache and surrender.
You carved me open—
left the altar empty—
but still,
I kneel.
#dark
#emptiness
#fear
#grief
#loneliness
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COOPCAT
Poem Published
27th Feb 2025 12:37pm
27th Feb 2025 12:37pm
NOTHNGNESS
Nothingness is a hole that weighs on the soul,
An echo of shadows without form or calm.
It's smoke without fire, ash without wind,
An invisible thread embroidering silence.
Nothingness is a well of mute reflection,
A silent cry that grows in the chest.
It has no outline, no shadow, no trace,
But it weighs us down, bends us, with jealousy
And even though it is nothing, it burdens us with the days,
it braids our dreams; it marks the paths for us.
Nothingness is mere shadows and whispers
An echo of shadows without form or calm.
It's smoke without fire, ash without wind,
An invisible thread embroidering silence.
Nothingness is a well of mute reflection,
A silent cry that grows in the chest.
It has no outline, no shadow, no trace,
But it weighs us down, bends us, with jealousy
And even though it is nothing, it burdens us with the days,
it braids our dreams; it marks the paths for us.
Nothingness is mere shadows and whispers
#emptiness
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Jade72
Poem Published
24th Feb 2025 3:00am
24th Feb 2025 3:00am
Played
Many more words I could lay on this page About you, about us, my mind in a haze
My memory fading, It was moons ago
Pen bleeding thoughts on cruise control
projecting imaginary lullabies, in lieu of our story
I never could be sure of how you felt about me
You opened my heart and left it on the verge of nothingness
Avoiding me like the plague, god is my witness
I would have moved mountains for you, I think I still would
You deprived yourself of the engine that could
For what it's worth, I thought I was played
If it wasn't the case,...
My memory fading, It was moons ago
Pen bleeding thoughts on cruise control
projecting imaginary lullabies, in lieu of our story
I never could be sure of how you felt about me
You opened my heart and left it on the verge of nothingness
Avoiding me like the plague, god is my witness
I would have moved mountains for you, I think I still would
You deprived yourself of the engine that could
For what it's worth, I thought I was played
If it wasn't the case,...
#emptiness
#ghosts
#love #misunderstood
#love #misunderstood
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6 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2025 3:11pm
22nd Feb 2025 3:11pm
Loving the Lamppost - with Lilliputian
Their world painted in shadows void of emotions
a gladiator of narcissist placenta dangling
on a decaying umbilical, idolized by fools
pampered and spoiled by the embryos of insanity
behind a firewall of debauchery, self-contained
from their own Cuckoo clock...half-baked
Manitou of inebriated veins gaslighting a lamppost
molding their faces and drawing a smile
to cover the rotting grudge that lies behind
it’s second nature, like taking a breath
looking down on you with a folie de grandeur
thinking they’re someone else
an...
a gladiator of narcissist placenta dangling
on a decaying umbilical, idolized by fools
pampered and spoiled by the embryos of insanity
behind a firewall of debauchery, self-contained
from their own Cuckoo clock...half-baked
Manitou of inebriated veins gaslighting a lamppost
molding their faces and drawing a smile
to cover the rotting grudge that lies behind
it’s second nature, like taking a breath
looking down on you with a folie de grandeur
thinking they’re someone else
an...
#collaboration
#dark
#emptiness #hypocrisy
#emptiness #hypocrisy
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Nvmb
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2025 3:47am
22nd Feb 2025 3:47am
Let it Take Me...
I don’t feel anything.
Not fear, not sorrow, not longing.
Not even the echoes of what used to be pain.
Just the dull weight of existing,
dragging me down,
down,
down.
The nothingness is patient.
It does not pull,
does not rush,
does not beg me to give in.
It only waits,
steady, knowing,
like it always knew I’d end up here.
And maybe I did too.
I don’t fight it.
I don’t scream.
I don’t reach for something to hold onto.
What’s the point?
What’s left to hold?
Hope is a joke...
Not fear, not sorrow, not longing.
Not even the echoes of what used to be pain.
Just the dull weight of existing,
dragging me down,
down,
down.
The nothingness is patient.
It does not pull,
does not rush,
does not beg me to give in.
It only waits,
steady, knowing,
like it always knew I’d end up here.
And maybe I did too.
I don’t fight it.
I don’t scream.
I don’t reach for something to hold onto.
What’s the point?
What’s left to hold?
Hope is a joke...
#apathy
#dark
#emptiness
#loneliness
#sadness
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