Poems About Emptiness Seeking Honest Critique
#emptiness
Poems about emptiness seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
Dominatus13
Poem Published
Today 7:22pm
Today 7:22pm
Providence
Was I born
To suffer
Was I born to see
My reflection in
The shallows of
This crystal lake...
And the stars
Shining
Wildly
Above it...
To suffer
Was I born to see
My reflection in
The shallows of
This crystal lake...
And the stars
Shining
Wildly
Above it...
#emptiness
5 reads
2 Comments
purplebutterfly30
Poem Published
Today 1:40am
Today 1:40am
Empty
When you look at her,
all you see in her eyes is full of
emptyness and pain.
what was going on with her?
she was so full of life before he
came along into her world but
she was walking around numb
she couldn't feel anything anymore.
you drain the Life source from her body .
she just got so use to the
pain because that's all
she ever knew.
~purplebutterfly~
all you see in her eyes is full of
emptyness and pain.
what was going on with her?
she was so full of life before he
came along into her world but
she was walking around numb
she couldn't feel anything anymore.
you drain the Life source from her body .
she just got so use to the
pain because that's all
she ever knew.
~purplebutterfly~
#emptiness
16 reads
2 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
Yesterday 7:39pm
Yesterday 7:39pm
The Knife Dance
Self mutilations are so beautiful in the ballroom.
The knife dances upon my skin.
with only I as its partner -
of course with a firm grip, I lead on.
With crimson footprints following us.
Now our dance has ended.
Down the forearm to the wrist
tears of joy run thick and red.
The knife dances upon my skin.
with only I as its partner -
of course with a firm grip, I lead on.
With crimson footprints following us.
Now our dance has ended.
Down the forearm to the wrist
tears of joy run thick and red.
#happiness
#depression
#suicide
#MentalHealth
#emptiness
16 reads
0 Comments
miseryomy
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2020 9:31pm
22nd Jan 2020 9:31pm
Family Tree
Family Tree
(Intro)
The old oak tree rooted back to the early sixteen hundreds.
Witness of love, death, loyalty, and betrayal.
The branches grew dropping more fleshy seeds.
Like the living Earth, what you cut will bleed.
A horror show for nearly one hundred haunting years.
The rains hardly fell for the lack of emotion brings no tears.
(Love)
A ray of sunlight so beautiful and magical, it brought life.
Growing in strength and regaining health through the light.
More seeds fall with the promise of a loving return. ...
(Intro)
The old oak tree rooted back to the early sixteen hundreds.
Witness of love, death, loyalty, and betrayal.
The branches grew dropping more fleshy seeds.
Like the living Earth, what you cut will bleed.
A horror show for nearly one hundred haunting years.
The rains hardly fell for the lack of emotion brings no tears.
(Love)
A ray of sunlight so beautiful and magical, it brought life.
Growing in strength and regaining health through the light.
More seeds fall with the promise of a loving return. ...
#sadness
#loneliness
#dark
#shame
#emptiness
20 reads
0 Comments
fearlessstars
Poem Published
21st Jan 2020 2:42pm
21st Jan 2020 2:42pm
The Mask
The lying mask in perpetual pretense,
with many more layers of painted reference.
The mask that everybody loves as genuine in a blast,
and the dreadful breath from the face of the foe as he passed.
The eyes of the manipulator with laughter so chill,
with hearts which grow by creed so still.
The great gesture so loud in all this pride,
claiming all the hypocrisy ever so wide.
From within the subtle shadow of the weak,
the more attention they need to seek.
The domes of pleasure are the lays of the beast,
taking the romantic charm with every...
with many more layers of painted reference.
The mask that everybody loves as genuine in a blast,
and the dreadful breath from the face of the foe as he passed.
The eyes of the manipulator with laughter so chill,
with hearts which grow by creed so still.
The great gesture so loud in all this pride,
claiming all the hypocrisy ever so wide.
From within the subtle shadow of the weak,
the more attention they need to seek.
The domes of pleasure are the lays of the beast,
taking the romantic charm with every...
#myself
#confusion
#SelfReflection
#emptiness
#choices
26 reads
0 Comments
Oliviahoney
Poem Published
21st Jan 2020 00:10am
21st Jan 2020 00:10am
The death of a dream
The key to unlocking me was buried long ago, interred in the ground with my heart.
The once exuberant, vibrant, giggling girl is replaced with ashes.
Speak softly, walk lightly, you will never be noticed.
I traipse through life never feeling, feeling everything.
Looking through eyes with blinders, scared to see what is looking back at me.
Soul corrupted and crippled, hidden behind a façade of indifference.
Always running from someone or something,
Never really escaping anything because you are running from yourself. ...
The once exuberant, vibrant, giggling girl is replaced with ashes.
Speak softly, walk lightly, you will never be noticed.
I traipse through life never feeling, feeling everything.
Looking through eyes with blinders, scared to see what is looking back at me.
Soul corrupted and crippled, hidden behind a façade of indifference.
Always running from someone or something,
Never really escaping anything because you are running from yourself. ...
#grief
#heartbroken
#despair #emptiness
#despair #emptiness
55 reads
3 Comments
Stoney223
Poem Published
20th Jan 2020 1:12pm
20th Jan 2020 1:12pm
AFRAID OF WHAT IS WITHIN
From my mind and heart, let these passages awaken your mind as you open your eyes to see the truth and your heart to feel the deepness, the mere depth of each beat as it beats beneath your flesh of your chest.
For I am a firm believer that if one cant touch your mind, then how can one touch your heart? For it is true that words can make or...
For I am a firm believer that if one cant touch your mind, then how can one touch your heart? For it is true that words can make or...
#sadness
#regret
#shame
#disappointment
#emptiness
43 reads
4 Comments
Vferry
Poem Published
19th Jan 2020 6:13pm
19th Jan 2020 6:13pm
Soft Days Gone
In a piss of a mood
bored as hell
In a town so gray and lifeless
A sideways rain
Soft days long gone
Rest relics frail and the spineless
Oh where should we go?
Learned like A, B, C’s,
For schoolboys bent for somewhere
Oh where should we go?
Repeat after me
Beyond the boggers and their swine
Oh where should we go?
Now said just by me
A promise ordained for darkness
The jukebox plays
The Rare Old Times
Heavy heads nod ‘n sway along
Circle the tracks
Of rosary...
bored as hell
In a town so gray and lifeless
A sideways rain
Soft days long gone
Rest relics frail and the spineless
Oh where should we go?
Learned like A, B, C’s,
For schoolboys bent for somewhere
Oh where should we go?
Repeat after me
Beyond the boggers and their swine
Oh where should we go?
Now said just by me
A promise ordained for darkness
The jukebox plays
The Rare Old Times
Heavy heads nod ‘n sway along
Circle the tracks
Of rosary...
#depression
#dreams
#LifeStruggles
#lyrics
#emptiness
32 reads
1 Comment
DCLXVI_1989
Poem Published
19th Jan 2020 6:31am
19th Jan 2020 6:31am
Dark Blank Night
Sadly untextured
Like a canvas awaiting an artist's idea
The moon, taking the night off
Far too clear
The stars untethered
Unattached from their ceiling to kneel
An abyss, not even a drop
There is nothing near
Like a canvas awaiting an artist's idea
The moon, taking the night off
Far too clear
The stars untethered
Unattached from their ceiling to kneel
An abyss, not even a drop
There is nothing near
#sky
#night
#emptiness
28 reads
3 Comments
Nicole96
Poem Published
19th Jan 2020 5:42am
19th Jan 2020 5:42am
The Epiphany
There’s beauty in deception and vileness in authenticity.
Your arms around me at night, the empty space next to me in the morning.
It was never your deception that shattered my inhibitions,
Never a fabrication, never a falsity that you uttered.
You were authentic from the beginning, never faltering.
What we had was a season of passion, unbridled and unashamed.
But seasons end, and the autumn of our love turned into the dead of winter.
Your heart was frozen from the beginning, but your embrace warmed my soul.
Your hands all over my...
Your arms around me at night, the empty space next to me in the morning.
It was never your deception that shattered my inhibitions,
Never a fabrication, never a falsity that you uttered.
You were authentic from the beginning, never faltering.
What we had was a season of passion, unbridled and unashamed.
But seasons end, and the autumn of our love turned into the dead of winter.
Your heart was frozen from the beginning, but your embrace warmed my soul.
Your hands all over my...
#acceptance
#denial
#emptiness
76 reads
15 Comments
DCLXVI_1989
Poem Published
17th Jan 2020 9:36pm
17th Jan 2020 9:36pm
Snipped Larynx
Miserable with a smile.
This dam is cracked during drought.
Soul is famined.
Already dead but forbidden to escape.
Dante, why have you conceptionalized my existance?
Taproot scorched from this inferno.
The tree that seed me,....
- lost for words.
How could i even describe her to herself?
Tried and tried again.
Struggling with every struggle.
i've observed that mud grows the biggest hearts.
To farm the largest targets for the easiest strikes.
i can see you,... small chameleon.
i have to remind...
This dam is cracked during drought.
Soul is famined.
Already dead but forbidden to escape.
Dante, why have you conceptionalized my existance?
Taproot scorched from this inferno.
The tree that seed me,....
- lost for words.
How could i even describe her to herself?
Tried and tried again.
Struggling with every struggle.
i've observed that mud grows the biggest hearts.
To farm the largest targets for the easiest strikes.
i can see you,... small chameleon.
i have to remind...
#depression
#MentalHealth
#honesty
#despair
#emptiness
40 reads
1 Comment
Hiraeth
Poem Published
17th Jan 2020 5:38am
17th Jan 2020 5:38am
I Sold My Soul To The Devil.
#hate
#grief
#loneliness
#despair
#emptiness
68 reads
1 Comment
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