Poems About Emptiness Seeking Friendly Advice
#emptiness
Poems about emptiness seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
JaiVagabond
R.M.G.
R.M.G.
Poem Published
Yesterday 6:31am
Yesterday 6:31am
Buried in the sand
I carried you one mile,
Your little body,
Wrapped in a dirty towel,
Lifeless,
Freshly dead,
Just three hours before,
We danced happy,
As the the sun set,
Colorful,
Drums beating,
My faithful little companion,
We adventured free,
Throughout the islands,
Blissful,
Best Friends
Will this emptiness always remain?
Your little body,
Wrapped in a dirty towel,
Lifeless,
Freshly dead,
Just three hours before,
We danced happy,
As the the sun set,
Colorful,
Drums beating,
My faithful little companion,
We adventured free,
Throughout the islands,
Blissful,
Best Friends
Will this emptiness always remain?
#sadness
#heartbroken
#dogs
#TimeHeals
#emptiness
15 reads
4 Comments
Mayumi
Poem Published
25th Jan 2020 3:26pm
25th Jan 2020 3:26pm
The Puppeteer
Raging thoughts
Ruminating in the vortex of my sanity
Perflxed with the gnaw
Of the people ranting like mad dogs
And my every muted misery
Has become an assylum i could always run to
I cried. .
I hate . . .
I loathe . .
Who shall i run to?
Who shall heed to my call?
Who shall offer an unwarranted cause?
. . . to a puppet,
who was never lost.
(C)mai1.25.20
Ruminating in the vortex of my sanity
Perflxed with the gnaw
Of the people ranting like mad dogs
And my every muted misery
Has become an assylum i could always run to
I cried. .
I hate . . .
I loathe . .
Who shall i run to?
Who shall heed to my call?
Who shall offer an unwarranted cause?
. . . to a puppet,
who was never lost.
(C)mai1.25.20
#anger
#anxiety
#grief
#confusion
#emptiness
18 reads
2 Comments
Mayumi
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2020 3:47pm
22nd Jan 2020 3:47pm
Reality
Like shards of glass
Into these hands
I hold your memories
Deep unto my core
Precious pieces of your whole
That compliments my delicate and pure
Yet. . .
The more i cling unto it
The more i come near
My very death
For you are the same person
Interchanging love and life
with a hate and death
(C)mai01.22.20
Into these hands
I hold your memories
Deep unto my core
Precious pieces of your whole
That compliments my delicate and pure
Yet. . .
The more i cling unto it
The more i come near
My very death
For you are the same person
Interchanging love and life
with a hate and death
(C)mai01.22.20
#regret
#grief
#heartbroken
#despair
#emptiness
33 reads
7 Comments
heyycyanides
Poem Published
16th Jan 2020 10:00pm
16th Jan 2020 10:00pm
You have to know that she didn't kill herself that afternoon.
It was a mild day in January,
we sat outside over sandwiches.
She said she had begun to practice yoga again,
take biking lessons,
rewrite her poetry with lust and pride
and so she didn’t kill herself that afternoon.
She hugged me, went home,
cranked the garage doors open,
scuffed through the garish leaves
of orange and red that brought on grief.
This struggle we are struggling isn’t ours alone.
We did not invent loss.
We are not the first to have vows smashed
with a bitter hammer.
But god, she has been battling...
we sat outside over sandwiches.
She said she had begun to practice yoga again,
take biking lessons,
rewrite her poetry with lust and pride
and so she didn’t kill herself that afternoon.
She hugged me, went home,
cranked the garage doors open,
scuffed through the garish leaves
of orange and red that brought on grief.
This struggle we are struggling isn’t ours alone.
We did not invent loss.
We are not the first to have vows smashed
with a bitter hammer.
But god, she has been battling...
#depression
#loneliness
#despair #emptiness
#despair #emptiness
67 reads
15 Comments
msbeav
Poem Published
16th Jan 2020 2:07pm
16th Jan 2020 2:07pm
Think
Stare at the ceiling
Think
No - Nothing
Roll
Chin to Sheet
Stare at the pillow
Think
Memories
Uncomfortable
Stir crazy
Go outside
Smoke
Bored. Bored. Bored
Eyes tired
Lay down
Stare at the ceiling
Think
Think
No - Nothing
Roll
Chin to Sheet
Stare at the pillow
Think
Memories
Uncomfortable
Stir crazy
Go outside
Smoke
Bored. Bored. Bored
Eyes tired
Lay down
Stare at the ceiling
Think
#confessional
#memories
#acceptance
#emptiness
#choices
33 reads
1 Comment
MichelleBarulich
Poem Published
16th Jan 2020 10:07am
16th Jan 2020 10:07am
Iconoslast
From the words of a broken heart
I have to say
I haven't seen the light for a day
I do not want to anyway
It won't ever agree with me
But I will try to
Between the nights
I have to agree, even so
The night is tied
Look around you
What do you see?
Stars are falling in and out of time
It's a journey to no man's land
Back to reality, breaker of illusions
I have to say
People are always saying things they shouldn't say
Put it away;
Hide it away;
and don't show it
But judging just wouldn't be...
I have to say
I haven't seen the light for a day
I do not want to anyway
It won't ever agree with me
But I will try to
Between the nights
I have to agree, even so
The night is tied
Look around you
What do you see?
Stars are falling in and out of time
It's a journey to no man's land
Back to reality, breaker of illusions
I have to say
People are always saying things they shouldn't say
Put it away;
Hide it away;
and don't show it
But judging just wouldn't be...
#LifeStruggles
#memories
#SelfReflection
#FeelingLost
#emptiness
48 reads
2 Comments
Juvenalis66
Juvenalis
Juvenalis
Poem Published
16th Jan 2020 7:49am
16th Jan 2020 7:49am
Reflecting at dawn
I don't believe in rainbows
nor in pots of gold,
I don't worship my ego
as I don't worship at all.
I live in all humility,
humbly serving humanity.
Sentenced to exile in foreign land,
surrendering to the power
dominating all mankind.
I seek knowledge to be empowered.
I hail her divinity
as a man devoutly should.
The moralista claims
perfection is in the do's and don'ts,
but such beauty is in a whip,
that breaks the spirit and livelyhoods.
It tares away the will of man
without ways to make...
nor in pots of gold,
I don't worship my ego
as I don't worship at all.
I live in all humility,
humbly serving humanity.
Sentenced to exile in foreign land,
surrendering to the power
dominating all mankind.
I seek knowledge to be empowered.
I hail her divinity
as a man devoutly should.
The moralista claims
perfection is in the do's and don'ts,
but such beauty is in a whip,
that breaks the spirit and livelyhoods.
It tares away the will of man
without ways to make...
#depression
#myself
#emptiness #SelfDiscovery
#emptiness #SelfDiscovery
69 reads
17 Comments
SavageSin
Poem Published
16th Jan 2020 1:01am
16th Jan 2020 1:01am
Void
#death
#suicide
#freedom
#escape
#emptiness
71 reads
0 Comments
miseryomy
Poem Published
15th Jan 2020 4:41am
15th Jan 2020 4:41am
A malfunction of feelings
I hate myself, I wish I would die.
Its like starring death in his eyes.
But death never makes a move or sound.
Its like time stopped but everyone moves around.
I flirt with razors and guns.
Only stopping because of my daughters and son.
If something takes me, take me soon.
I wish I would die this very afternoon.
To much stress, to much pressure.
To much pain, not enough pleasure.
Quietly laying and starring at the ceiling.
Suffering from a malfunctioning thing called feelings.
Its like starring death in his eyes.
But death never makes a move or sound.
Its like time stopped but everyone moves around.
I flirt with razors and guns.
Only stopping because of my daughters and son.
If something takes me, take me soon.
I wish I would die this very afternoon.
To much stress, to much pressure.
To much pain, not enough pleasure.
Quietly laying and starring at the ceiling.
Suffering from a malfunctioning thing called feelings.
#sadness
#loneliness
#rejection
#frustration
#emptiness
38 reads
1 Comment
Benzy_420
Poem Published
14th Jan 2020 8:15am
14th Jan 2020 8:15am
Which way the ember fall
Glass to the soles of my feet when I step
Smoke fills my lungs when no lighter can be found
The crush of gravity pulls my shoulders forward
Where did all the light go?
Pencils by the window where my artistry once bloomed
Water in the air but not a cloud
The burst of eardrums, ringing
What sense does it make to live this way?
I won't be here forever
I won't be here for long
I wish I loved you never
I wish I loved you strong
For all the sense we made and yet we had to work it out
A battle we lose before we begin...
Smoke fills my lungs when no lighter can be found
The crush of gravity pulls my shoulders forward
Where did all the light go?
Pencils by the window where my artistry once bloomed
Water in the air but not a cloud
The burst of eardrums, ringing
What sense does it make to live this way?
I won't be here forever
I won't be here for long
I wish I loved you never
I wish I loved you strong
For all the sense we made and yet we had to work it out
A battle we lose before we begin...
#identity
#water
#nostalgia
#emptiness
#sacrifice
21 reads
1 Comment
Juvenalis66
Juvenalis
Juvenalis
Poem Published
10th Jan 2020 2:43pm
10th Jan 2020 2:43pm
As the curtain shuts
Feeling entrahled
by my mind's submission,
careless walking without
recognition, I spent my days
above the walls that crumbled,
bringing me to my defeat.
I sense no relief in my agonising
soul, beyond this reality
to which I fold.
Reckless wagers of times
composed; releasing tears
of dew and mold.
If I, by some chance, arise,
I will fear no evil before my eyes.
But if my fear should turn
to miserable regret,
my life will end in certain death.
by my mind's submission,
careless walking without
recognition, I spent my days
above the walls that crumbled,
bringing me to my defeat.
I sense no relief in my agonising
soul, beyond this reality
to which I fold.
Reckless wagers of times
composed; releasing tears
of dew and mold.
If I, by some chance, arise,
I will fear no evil before my eyes.
But if my fear should turn
to miserable regret,
my life will end in certain death.
#anxiety
#depression
#LifeStruggles #emptiness
#LifeStruggles #emptiness
47 reads
6 Comments
Shinobi
Poem Published
10th Jan 2020 12:04pm
10th Jan 2020 12:04pm
Strawmen & RainDogs
rain dogs howl
in the thunderstorm
to hunt the hare
taxi splashes
dirty rain water
from the curbs
I heard the rain dogs
barking at parked cars
the mothership arrived
to damn soon
in the cool air
of the midnight hour
strawmen light
their innards on fire
ghosts in the darkness
coming in from the storm
matted and mud caked
fur
keep these mutts
away from me
beam me up
Scotty
these bitches keep humping
my acid washed jeans
rain dogs...
in the thunderstorm
to hunt the hare
taxi splashes
dirty rain water
from the curbs
I heard the rain dogs
barking at parked cars
the mothership arrived
to damn soon
in the cool air
of the midnight hour
strawmen light
their innards on fire
ghosts in the darkness
coming in from the storm
matted and mud caked
fur
keep these mutts
away from me
beam me up
Scotty
these bitches keep humping
my acid washed jeans
rain dogs...
#memories
#acceptance
#emptiness
33 reads
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