Poems About Emptiness Seeking Honest Critique
#emptiness
Poems about emptiness seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2025 10:03pm
23rd Jan 2025 10:03pm
Sands of Time
When can I walk on the sands of time
Let it sift through the soul
Leaving footprints behind
For the wind to sweep away?
I fell on the sand
To have it burn me and scorch
From past regrets and remorse
Downy wings try to erupt
From leathered and weathered skin
To go up in a plume of smoke
The sands of time have no feeling
They do not judge
They are just and we must walk our path
Let it sift through the soul
Leaving footprints behind
For the wind to sweep away?
I fell on the sand
To have it burn me and scorch
From past regrets and remorse
Downy wings try to erupt
From leathered and weathered skin
To go up in a plume of smoke
The sands of time have no feeling
They do not judge
They are just and we must walk our path
#emptiness
148 reads
16 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2025 00:41am
23rd Jan 2025 00:41am
Fading into the shadows
There will come a moment in our lives that we can find ourselves, in a place that has the ability to step in your own mind. THOUGHTS and insight as it will affect you in ways, that grabs at your own thoughts and reaching, into your own subconsciousness of which there is nothing, there to see nor feel but the feel of darkness lingering in the shadows of the dark. 🌑 Yet you start to feel that you are going deeper than deep, into fading into the deepness of the shadows of the darkness. THAT it seems that there is no escaping, into deepness of the heart and spiritual soul, with it's...
#emptiness
#FeelingLost
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
#StreamOfConsciousness
87 reads
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dangerousdesires
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2025 7:06am
22nd Jan 2025 7:06am
A Confession or a Reality
Hollow, empty, and all alone.
Creeping despair, turning her to stone.
Drowning sorrows, suffocating silence.
Fire in her lungs, craving the violence.
All around are the ones she calls home.
Tired, exhausted, about to blow her dome.
Life seems to be one big comedy.
Some one fucking save me!
But no one ever will.
Lost in her mind
Trying to stay still.
The second she runs, she just won't stop.
The moment she thinks, she'll just drop.
Nothing to remedy the broken things inside.
Lost all her...
Creeping despair, turning her to stone.
Drowning sorrows, suffocating silence.
Fire in her lungs, craving the violence.
All around are the ones she calls home.
Tired, exhausted, about to blow her dome.
Life seems to be one big comedy.
Some one fucking save me!
But no one ever will.
Lost in her mind
Trying to stay still.
The second she runs, she just won't stop.
The moment she thinks, she'll just drop.
Nothing to remedy the broken things inside.
Lost all her...
#apathy
#dark
#emptiness
#loneliness
#sadness
61 reads
0 Comments
Mstrmnd1923
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2025 1:48am
22nd Jan 2025 1:48am
What Hell Exists Today
Waking up each day painfully
To the misery of my existence
Life looking at me disdainfully
Heart and mind fading resistance
Every minute of every day
Obstacles challenge me religiously
I just want to run away
Doubting what's real suspiciously
How is any of this possible
Having so many broken dreams
My success once felt unstoppable
Now consumed by nightmarish screams
The cards all stacked against me
Its impossible to get ahead
Walls closing in on my reality
Only ambition now is being...
To the misery of my existence
Life looking at me disdainfully
Heart and mind fading resistance
Every minute of every day
Obstacles challenge me religiously
I just want to run away
Doubting what's real suspiciously
How is any of this possible
Having so many broken dreams
My success once felt unstoppable
Now consumed by nightmarish screams
The cards all stacked against me
Its impossible to get ahead
Walls closing in on my reality
Only ambition now is being...
#anger
#disappointment
#emptiness
#frustration
#shame
81 reads
0 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
20th Jan 2025 9:25pm
20th Jan 2025 9:25pm
In cased inside of glass
If you could change your life what would you consider, to change about your own life. FOR it's true that we have the ability and power, to alter our lives and further along, the direction of our lives as well, as our dreams. For sure if you could get one thing right, in your own life what would it be, that you have done that you would, want to be truly undone. FROM the deepness of the hurt and pain, that you caused, and left so many levels of feelings, unattended with emotional scars. That still to this day is lingering, in the dark deepness of some people's, heart and mind that you had...
#confusion
#disappointment
#emptiness
#heartbroken
#rejection
66 reads
0 Comments
Francineuwera
Francine75
Francine75
Poem Published
20th Jan 2025 12:23pm
20th Jan 2025 12:23pm
Call me by my names
There is a time when waking up in the morning felt like a must,
forgetting myself while pleasing everyone was like a game I used to enjoy,
loving the family i found myself in and listening to the songs i like the most
was the best feeling ever.
I didn't realize neither the courage it takes to become mature at an early stage
Nor the fact that priorities change overtime.
maybe I should have read it in books but am not a library person,
if I were to ask I could have asked my grandpa whom I didn’t get chance to meet.
It takes time to leave your...
forgetting myself while pleasing everyone was like a game I used to enjoy,
loving the family i found myself in and listening to the songs i like the most
was the best feeling ever.
I didn't realize neither the courage it takes to become mature at an early stage
Nor the fact that priorities change overtime.
maybe I should have read it in books but am not a library person,
if I were to ask I could have asked my grandpa whom I didn’t get chance to meet.
It takes time to leave your...
#emptiness
#inspirational
#motivational
26 reads
0 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
19th Jan 2025 8:24pm
19th Jan 2025 8:24pm
Born Onto Death Row
Every second I murder my life
I am alive
I am serving a death sentence
Born onto death row
Walking around
Dancing on my grave
By living, I am killing my life
Die, Die, Die
I breathe in
I breathe out
I am killing, digging a grave
Pounding coffin nails
I'm alive, I'm the killer
I'm the victim, I'm alive
I am alive
I am serving a death sentence
Born onto death row
Walking around
Dancing on my grave
By living, I am killing my life
Die, Die, Die
I breathe in
I breathe out
I am killing, digging a grave
Pounding coffin nails
I'm alive, I'm the killer
I'm the victim, I'm alive
#dark
#emptiness
#FeelingTrapped #TruthOfLife
#FeelingTrapped #TruthOfLife
79 reads
9 Comments
TheVORTEXRETURNS
Poem Published
19th Jan 2025 2:42am
19th Jan 2025 2:42am
“To BE Young Again”
To not let the parables of rhyme
undo my feeble amorist and verse.
To not let the seething weariness of
time and test. Undo the span
of an unending curse.
To not see the cryptic patterns that leapt beneath the morrows.
To not let memories of my fading quest.
Feed my nightmarish sorrows.
To be young again. Oh how this thought makes me cower. For I know of its price and grandiose deals undoubtedly. The tragedies of this feeble wielding deal. A canker upon morality. As the truth would seem so forgotten with finality becoming so unreal.
undo my feeble amorist and verse.
To not let the seething weariness of
time and test. Undo the span
of an unending curse.
To not see the cryptic patterns that leapt beneath the morrows.
To not let memories of my fading quest.
Feed my nightmarish sorrows.
To be young again. Oh how this thought makes me cower. For I know of its price and grandiose deals undoubtedly. The tragedies of this feeble wielding deal. A canker upon morality. As the truth would seem so forgotten with finality becoming so unreal.
#emptiness
#fear
#frustration
#loneliness
#regret
37 reads
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poet5678
CHUCKLES 123
CHUCKLES 123
Poem Published
19th Jan 2025 00:16am
19th Jan 2025 00:16am
Plus ou moins
Plus ou moins
I have a nasty cold
That doesn't want to go away
I am also all congested
There is a lot of flam
Coming out
From my mouth
I am trying to clear my through
Yes I already had my breakfast
Early in the morning
Raising bran, boiled eggs
And a banana
Now I am going to sleep
All day
At noon I got up
I made myself a hot toddy
Tea, lemon, and honey
And I went back to sleep
I was also sweating like crazy
Yes I am also very tired
I
I have a nasty cold
That doesn't want to go away
I am also all congested
There is a lot of flam
Coming out
From my mouth
I am trying to clear my through
Yes I already had my breakfast
Early in the morning
Raising bran, boiled eggs
And a banana
Now I am going to sleep
All day
At noon I got up
I made myself a hot toddy
Tea, lemon, and honey
And I went back to sleep
I was also sweating like crazy
Yes I am also very tired
I
#anger
#anxiety
#apathy
#emptiness
#jealousy
39 reads
0 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
17th Jan 2025 11:40pm
17th Jan 2025 11:40pm
Sadness
Sadness is worst of visits.
She drinks all our tea.
Devours all the cupcakes
and never goes away.
She drinks all our tea.
Devours all the cupcakes
and never goes away.
#apathy
#depression
#emptiness
#heartbroken
#sadness
74 reads
12 Comments
poet5678
CHUCKLES 123
CHUCKLES 123
Poem Published
17th Jan 2025 1:58am
17th Jan 2025 1:58am
What was I made for?
What was I made for?
I was made to be God's poet
Every day
Writing some poetry
With my poems
I hope to send
I message to the world
That is in trouble
I hope the God's people
Gets my message
That I am trying so hard
To send to them
I seem so many poverty in
The streets of Toronto
The poor people
During the summer
Sleeps in the street of Toronto
Also they are always starving
Because nobody else feeds than
Besides me and God
We can't afford to let the poor starve
So we feed the poor every...
I was made to be God's poet
Every day
Writing some poetry
With my poems
I hope to send
I message to the world
That is in trouble
I hope the God's people
Gets my message
That I am trying so hard
To send to them
I seem so many poverty in
The streets of Toronto
The poor people
During the summer
Sleeps in the street of Toronto
Also they are always starving
Because nobody else feeds than
Besides me and God
We can't afford to let the poor starve
So we feed the poor every...
#anxiety
#boredom
#dark
#despair
#emptiness
49 reads
0 Comments
Revisionary
Poem Published
16th Jan 2025 4:01am
16th Jan 2025 4:01am
My heart is an empty home
A beating pulse sought to free itself, once upon a time
Trapped within the overgrowth, bound in a dense vine
My heart is a jungle that covers the suns shine
The beat remains quaint and concealed inside.
“Loving you would make you love me less”
Wet eyes look deep into the lashing wildfire
“Tell me it isn’t true, or tell me to give it a rest”
Rings and weddings, burning shadows of my desires.
Grey black silhouettes dancing at midnight hours
Derelict castle halls and empty rooms looking dour
Reflections of a lively venue to host our...
Trapped within the overgrowth, bound in a dense vine
My heart is a jungle that covers the suns shine
The beat remains quaint and concealed inside.
“Loving you would make you love me less”
Wet eyes look deep into the lashing wildfire
“Tell me it isn’t true, or tell me to give it a rest”
Rings and weddings, burning shadows of my desires.
Grey black silhouettes dancing at midnight hours
Derelict castle halls and empty rooms looking dour
Reflections of a lively venue to host our...
#bittersweet
#emotional
#emptiness
#loneliness
#tragedy
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