Poems About Emptiness Seeking Honest Critique
#emptiness
Poems about emptiness seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
setmeaflame
Poem Published
27th Jan 2022 6:02am
27th Jan 2022 6:02am
naught thought
Do not pretend as if you have lived in flesh like mine,
or claim you have spent your nights with my heinous mind.
You know nothing of the velocity of my own thoughts.
You know what you know - and it is nothing of me.
or claim you have spent your nights with my heinous mind.
You know nothing of the velocity of my own thoughts.
You know what you know - and it is nothing of me.
#confusion
#despair
#emptiness #boredom
#emptiness #boredom
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1 Comment
rubyredheart
Poem Published
24th Jan 2022 5:17am
24th Jan 2022 5:17am
Equation
What do you do
When you’re stuck in a rut
19 years in the making?
What do you do
When more important
hearts
Than yours
Are on the line?
What do you do
When the logic piles up
against
your emptiness
Saying “buck up,
Buttercup,
And deal”?
What do you do
When all the reasons cry,
“STAY”
In this prison for your heart?
What do you do
When the counselors repeat
Well-meaning aphorisms
For “irrational thoughts”
Dismissing your truths
As ridiculous?
What do you do
When you...
When you’re stuck in a rut
19 years in the making?
What do you do
When more important
hearts
Than yours
Are on the line?
What do you do
When the logic piles up
against
your emptiness
Saying “buck up,
Buttercup,
And deal”?
What do you do
When all the reasons cry,
“STAY”
In this prison for your heart?
What do you do
When the counselors repeat
Well-meaning aphorisms
For “irrational thoughts”
Dismissing your truths
As ridiculous?
What do you do
When you...
#sadness
#hope
#dreams #emptiness
#dreams #emptiness
52 reads
2 Comments
Daevileyes
Poem Published
24th Jan 2022 3:47am
24th Jan 2022 3:47am
dead desire
#loneliness
#rejection
#dark
#emptiness
#bittersweet
19 reads
0 Comments
Human4685
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2022 4:04pm
23rd Jan 2022 4:04pm
Nicotine Drenched
I feel it in my bones.
I hear it in my voice.
I see it in my face.
I taste it in my mouth.
“Do I make it a simple ending or do I remain?”
I’m gone, I feel wrecked.
I’m lost, I feel stretched out past my limits.
Death weighs heavy on my brain.
My soul is beyond repair.
MY mind has begun to fade.
I can no longer differentiate
night and day, it’s all thrown away into a blur, A hazy abyss.
I’ve crucified myself.
My Hands are shaking.
My soul is breaking.
My Face goes numb.
Everything...
I hear it in my voice.
I see it in my face.
I taste it in my mouth.
“Do I make it a simple ending or do I remain?”
I’m gone, I feel wrecked.
I’m lost, I feel stretched out past my limits.
Death weighs heavy on my brain.
My soul is beyond repair.
MY mind has begun to fade.
I can no longer differentiate
night and day, it’s all thrown away into a blur, A hazy abyss.
I’ve crucified myself.
My Hands are shaking.
My soul is breaking.
My Face goes numb.
Everything...
#mirror
#FeelingLost
#acceptance
#emptiness
#choices
37 reads
1 Comment
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2022 3:07am
23rd Jan 2022 3:07am
shadows within shadows
hurt within the desolate vow
keening in the doorway of shadows
my love is lonely in the hours of pain
feeling no one can understand his level of emptiness
I weep at the threshold not daring to cross over
and disturb the precarious hold he has on it
slipping from his fingertips is his sanity
with a quick intake of breath I feel him fall further
my heart is a harlot of faith
believing in virtuous need
that wisdom can be garnered even from agony
I appreciate the moments in between
death takes a ragged breath
I...
keening in the doorway of shadows
my love is lonely in the hours of pain
feeling no one can understand his level of emptiness
I weep at the threshold not daring to cross over
and disturb the precarious hold he has on it
slipping from his fingertips is his sanity
with a quick intake of breath I feel him fall further
my heart is a harlot of faith
believing in virtuous need
that wisdom can be garnered even from agony
I appreciate the moments in between
death takes a ragged breath
I...
#love
#shadows
#emptiness #hurt
#emptiness #hurt
75 reads
3 Comments
somak
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2022 9:45pm
22nd Jan 2022 9:45pm
Desperate soul
I'm so tired
I can't sleep
How endless is the night
Staying alone in the dark
With the shadows whispering to me
I'm so sad
I can't feel
I have a void in my heart
The so called sadness is no sadness for me
The world seeing only what they want to see
even though it's a lie
I'm so quiet
I can't talk
Nobody understands my words
So I stopped trying
To make others hear my pain,
The one that consumes the inside of me
I'm so dead
I can't move
I don't have a soul
I just live to die...
I can't sleep
How endless is the night
Staying alone in the dark
With the shadows whispering to me
I'm so sad
I can't feel
I have a void in my heart
The so called sadness is no sadness for me
The world seeing only what they want to see
even though it's a lie
I'm so quiet
I can't talk
Nobody understands my words
So I stopped trying
To make others hear my pain,
The one that consumes the inside of me
I'm so dead
I can't move
I don't have a soul
I just live to die...
#anxiety
#depression
#loneliness
#dark
#emptiness
78 reads
0 Comments
Chuck
Poem Published
20th Jan 2022 2:21pm
20th Jan 2022 2:21pm
Lost of Excitement
Leaves change
Colors in the Fall
Autumn was here
And the leaves
They fall
Winter approached
My father's health
Rapidly declined
On December 21st
He left my mother and I
Behind
He goes
To a peaceful home
As I....
Stay in this miserable hell
Christmas came
And then it gone
I can't remember
If anyone
Greeted me at all
Sitting and thinking
No longer Christmas
Excites me
Like a child
And New Year's came
People's excitement rose
But to me
Watching the ball ...
Colors in the Fall
Autumn was here
And the leaves
They fall
Winter approached
My father's health
Rapidly declined
On December 21st
He left my mother and I
Behind
He goes
To a peaceful home
As I....
Stay in this miserable hell
Christmas came
And then it gone
I can't remember
If anyone
Greeted me at all
Sitting and thinking
No longer Christmas
Excites me
Like a child
And New Year's came
People's excitement rose
But to me
Watching the ball ...
#sadness
#emptiness
#hurt
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0 Comments
Academic
Poem Published
18th Jan 2022 4:25pm
18th Jan 2022 4:25pm
Operation Red Neck - more fittingly Boris Kemal Johnson, Turkish, USA born, UK immigrant!
By Stanley Collymore
Ah! Caught out in sleaze; so I
suppose we'll actually have
to act, as if we're basically
a responsible government. Clearly
appropriate then the euphemism
or actual code name, Dead Meat;
so decidedly and rather logically
sensibly far distanced from the
demonstrably Turkish ancestry
essentially, irrefutably, United
States of America born, safely
by any deduction, immigrant
to Britain, UK prime minister
Boris Kemal/Johnson's, dozy
definition of 'Red Meat' but ...
Ah! Caught out in sleaze; so I
suppose we'll actually have
to act, as if we're basically
a responsible government. Clearly
appropriate then the euphemism
or actual code name, Dead Meat;
so decidedly and rather logically
sensibly far distanced from the
demonstrably Turkish ancestry
essentially, irrefutably, United
States of America born, safely
by any deduction, immigrant
to Britain, UK prime minister
Boris Kemal/Johnson's, dozy
definition of 'Red Meat' but ...
#hate
#greed
#denial
#emptiness
#fear
55 reads
0 Comments
Academic
Poem Published
17th Jan 2022 5:36pm
17th Jan 2022 5:36pm
Duty? Damage limitation more likely - brownnosing Sara Vine!
By Stanley Collymore
Liz Windsor's duty? What utter
and such predictable rubbish
coming from an egregiously
inured, social climbing and
brownnosing royalist scumbag like
you Sara Vine. Basically do outline
and also meticulously explain, for
those of us who missed it, clearly
what duty, Liz Windsor precisely
both moralistically and likewise
altruistically, really assiduously
engaged in. Liz Windsor's only
real focus is evidently to stop
the crucially obviously, lavish
taxpayers naturally financed...
Liz Windsor's duty? What utter
and such predictable rubbish
coming from an egregiously
inured, social climbing and
brownnosing royalist scumbag like
you Sara Vine. Basically do outline
and also meticulously explain, for
those of us who missed it, clearly
what duty, Liz Windsor precisely
both moralistically and likewise
altruistically, really assiduously
engaged in. Liz Windsor's only
real focus is evidently to stop
the crucially obviously, lavish
taxpayers naturally financed...
#dark
#greed
#denial
#emptiness
#fear
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0 Comments
Academic
Poem Published
16th Jan 2022 3:40pm
16th Jan 2022 3:40pm
Clearly the brownnosing, intellectually challenged are impressed and taken in; the intelligently sane aren't though!
By Stanley Collymore
A sensibly dignified and actually
intelligently voiced outcry has
ostensibly forced Elizabeth
Windsors hand and also
that similarly, and unsurprisingly
likewise belatedly of Liz's oldest
child Charles, his very own son,
and predictably Liz's grandson
William; the two of whom are
fervently keen under studies
in waiting of that discernibly
quite plainly coveted British
hereditary crown. However,
no sane or any distinctively
conscionable, individual is
likely to be...
A sensibly dignified and actually
intelligently voiced outcry has
ostensibly forced Elizabeth
Windsors hand and also
that similarly, and unsurprisingly
likewise belatedly of Liz's oldest
child Charles, his very own son,
and predictably Liz's grandson
William; the two of whom are
fervently keen under studies
in waiting of that discernibly
quite plainly coveted British
hereditary crown. However,
no sane or any distinctively
conscionable, individual is
likely to be...
#hate
#dark
#denial
#emptiness
#fear
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KittyFromHell
Poem Published
16th Jan 2022 6:28am
16th Jan 2022 6:28am
hello, God, are you there?
Guess it's whatever.
At least, it is until tomorrow
When my mind does a 180° turn
And burns me from the inside out.
My pieces have been scattering,
Lost in the wind.
All that remains is dust,
Helplessly waiting
For new creation
And new breath of life
Deep within my weary bones.
At least, it is until tomorrow
When my mind does a 180° turn
And burns me from the inside out.
My pieces have been scattering,
Lost in the wind.
All that remains is dust,
Helplessly waiting
For new creation
And new breath of life
Deep within my weary bones.
#anxiety
#shame
#frustration
#confusion
#emptiness
69 reads
3 Comments
Academic
Poem Published
15th Jan 2022 3:32pm
15th Jan 2022 3:32pm
Barbara Taylor Bradford revisited!
By Stanley Collymore
Her grandmother spent some
time in the work house, but
Barbara hasn't, nor would
she ever have informed
you of this, would she? The clearly
sickening irony! Happily shagging
plainly effortlessly and whoringly
with the self-entitled receiver of
a minor gong holder, dicernibly
cane rather easily to gran, who
so crucially was only rewarded
for her keen, fruitful devotion
to him, with his avid bastardy
progeny yet did categorically
forego spend a single penny
to avert the...
Her grandmother spent some
time in the work house, but
Barbara hasn't, nor would
she ever have informed
you of this, would she? The clearly
sickening irony! Happily shagging
plainly effortlessly and whoringly
with the self-entitled receiver of
a minor gong holder, dicernibly
cane rather easily to gran, who
so crucially was only rewarded
for her keen, fruitful devotion
to him, with his avid bastardy
progeny yet did categorically
forego spend a single penny
to avert the...
#jealousy
#hate
#greed
#denial
#emptiness
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