Long Poems About Emptiness
#emptiness
Long poems about emptiness. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
Johnny_Silver
Poem Published
4th Feb 2025 3:14pm
4th Feb 2025 3:14pm
This Feeling
I...
am a ghost,
inhabiting these brittle bones,
wearing a suit of armour made from flesh and skin,
though it's not much good as armour.
Doesn't stop the bullets that shoot from tongues around you,
and it does naught to protect the mind.
Spinning clockwise in a counter-clockwise world around me?
That's me.
I'm lost,
somewhere between point A and point B I slip into non-existence.
I glide through a crowd like a shadow,
unnoticed,
unacknowledged.
I am the sum of all the shards of my shattered...
am a ghost,
inhabiting these brittle bones,
wearing a suit of armour made from flesh and skin,
though it's not much good as armour.
Doesn't stop the bullets that shoot from tongues around you,
and it does naught to protect the mind.
Spinning clockwise in a counter-clockwise world around me?
That's me.
I'm lost,
somewhere between point A and point B I slip into non-existence.
I glide through a crowd like a shadow,
unnoticed,
unacknowledged.
I am the sum of all the shards of my shattered...
#dark
#depression
#despair
#emptiness
#loneliness
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OccultCatalyst
Poem Published
28th Jan 2025 6:31pm
28th Jan 2025 6:31pm
Existence.exe
Who can kill what wasn’t created? I just wish an angel would come forth,
But in actuality the better vibe was a demon to show me my worth,
Though I hold this hollow Death Note, my name is the only thing you’ll see wrote,
I do not do politics, I do not vote, I only laugh at the razor being held at my throat,
The loss of my sanity, I’m rewriting history, redefining insanity.
I’m the king of the cursed, the architect of my pain,
Sisyphus reincarnated, but I thrive in the strain.
The boulders I carry, they sing with my scars,
Every crack in my soul’s...
But in actuality the better vibe was a demon to show me my worth,
Though I hold this hollow Death Note, my name is the only thing you’ll see wrote,
I do not do politics, I do not vote, I only laugh at the razor being held at my throat,
The loss of my sanity, I’m rewriting history, redefining insanity.
I’m the king of the cursed, the architect of my pain,
Sisyphus reincarnated, but I thrive in the strain.
The boulders I carry, they sing with my scars,
Every crack in my soul’s...
#apathy
#dark
#emptiness #loneliness
#emptiness #loneliness
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Mstrmnd1923
Poem Published
24th Jan 2025 5:08am
24th Jan 2025 5:08am
the End is Near
Lost in a cycle, a circle I mean
Fighting for survival in this dream I dream
Aggravated assault, reasons unclear
Its not my fault I'm imprisoned here
While walking I've wondered rather helplessly
Left lost I've pondered is this really me
My tainted eyes and blurried vision
The truth lies hidden in what I envisioned
Desperately I stalk, voices I hear
People that talk, complexity near ...
Fighting for survival in this dream I dream
Aggravated assault, reasons unclear
Its not my fault I'm imprisoned here
While walking I've wondered rather helplessly
Left lost I've pondered is this really me
My tainted eyes and blurried vision
The truth lies hidden in what I envisioned
Desperately I stalk, voices I hear
People that talk, complexity near ...
#emptiness
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Nvmb
Poem Published
21st Jan 2025 00:11am
21st Jan 2025 00:11am
Ashes In My Lungs
I fell to the edge, thought I’d disappear,
But I woke to the sound of my hollow fear.
The void let me stay, didn’t set me free,
Now I’m chained to the ghost of who I used to be.
The mirror’s a stranger, the scars don’t fade,
Every breath feels like a mistake I made.
I can’t find the fire, I can’t feel the pain,
Just this aching silence screaming in my veins.
Ashes in my lungs, I’m choking on the air,
A heartbeat without meaning, a body I can’t bear.
I tried to run, but the weight won’t go,
Now I’m lost in a life I don’t want...
But I woke to the sound of my hollow fear.
The void let me stay, didn’t set me free,
Now I’m chained to the ghost of who I used to be.
The mirror’s a stranger, the scars don’t fade,
Every breath feels like a mistake I made.
I can’t find the fire, I can’t feel the pain,
Just this aching silence screaming in my veins.
Ashes in my lungs, I’m choking on the air,
A heartbeat without meaning, a body I can’t bear.
I tried to run, but the weight won’t go,
Now I’m lost in a life I don’t want...
#apathy
#dark
#despair
#emptiness
#grief
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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
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Da_kwesta
Poem Published
18th Jan 2025 8:37am
18th Jan 2025 8:37am
A Drifter’s Screaming Silence
What have we done to the world?
It’s a carcass now, rotting under the weight of wallets,
and the vultures are us, picking at the scraps,
laughing with mouths full of blood and lies.
Love? Don’t make me laugh.
Love is a transaction,
a handshake in the dark,
a hollow promise sealed with a kiss
that tastes like rust.
It’s a glittered-up lie,
sold in the backrooms of broken hearts.
And the girls—God, the girls—
their youth melts like ice under streetlights.
They trade their innocence for tequila shots,
for a fistful...
It’s a carcass now, rotting under the weight of wallets,
and the vultures are us, picking at the scraps,
laughing with mouths full of blood and lies.
Love? Don’t make me laugh.
Love is a transaction,
a handshake in the dark,
a hollow promise sealed with a kiss
that tastes like rust.
It’s a glittered-up lie,
sold in the backrooms of broken hearts.
And the girls—God, the girls—
their youth melts like ice under streetlights.
They trade their innocence for tequila shots,
for a fistful...
#aging
#anxiety
#emptiness #responsibility
#emptiness #responsibility
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Johnny_Silver
Poem Published
15th Jan 2025 11:20pm
15th Jan 2025 11:20pm
"I'm Fine"
Stepping outside to another grey sky
Another day when you ask yourself "Why?"
Running to buses to make it to work
Some days you can't help but feel stuck
Please tell me, what am I living for?
I tell her "I'm Fine"
Though I can't lie
It took me an hour just to get out of bed
I let out a sigh
Please tell me why
My heart feels empty and there's a pain in my head
As hard as I try
It's hard to not cry
I wonder some days if I'd be better off dead
I tell her "I'm Fine"
I tell her "I'm...
Another day when you ask yourself "Why?"
Running to buses to make it to work
Some days you can't help but feel stuck
Please tell me, what am I living for?
I tell her "I'm Fine"
Though I can't lie
It took me an hour just to get out of bed
I let out a sigh
Please tell me why
My heart feels empty and there's a pain in my head
As hard as I try
It's hard to not cry
I wonder some days if I'd be better off dead
I tell her "I'm Fine"
I tell her "I'm...
#emptiness
#heartbroken
#UnrequitedLove
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Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2025 11:46am
2nd Jan 2025 11:46am
You don't understand me
From woman to man and man to woman. There will come a time in each of our lives, that we will come to that fork in the road, of trails and tribulations. For I'm not alright and neither are you, not willing to understand the deepness of my hurt, and spiritual pain when you ignore my cries, when I try to reach out to you. 😭 Treating me like I was one of your tools, out of your tool box 🤨 when you are done using me. 😞 For you were never like that before when we first got together, for you told me it was love at first seeth and that you was happy, that we met with real...
#confusion
#disappointment
#emptiness
#regret
#rejection
93 reads
4 Comments
Academic
Poem Published
22nd Dec 2024 7:10pm
22nd Dec 2024 7:10pm
White Grimsby the Dole Capital of England! But evidently to racists the truth hurts!
By Stanley Collymore
If you invest in idleness rather than
training; if you literally promote
dependency rather than the
work ethic don't be surprised then when you have large numbers of individuals who very wilfully become idle and clearly dependent
on the taxpayer. These odious scroungers: obviously undoubtedly, from infant school
to compulsory secondary one, and clearly
with no intention actually of ever learning anything! Obviously, enter their own adult
life specifically and undoubtedly, with the ...
If you invest in idleness rather than
training; if you literally promote
dependency rather than the
work ethic don't be surprised then when you have large numbers of individuals who very wilfully become idle and clearly dependent
on the taxpayer. These odious scroungers: obviously undoubtedly, from infant school
to compulsory secondary one, and clearly
with no intention actually of ever learning anything! Obviously, enter their own adult
life specifically and undoubtedly, with the ...
#anger
#denial
#disappointment
#emptiness
#shame
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Academic
Poem Published
18th Dec 2024 8:56pm
18th Dec 2024 8:56pm
Loonies still complaining about the colour of obviously fictional cartoon characters!
By Stanley Collymore
It's a shame the same consideration
isn't give to the history nonsense
taught in a rather widespread
fashion within white Western organized and
obviously run schools, all of them depicting
all Black people as essentially slaves, while
pushing European features as the standard
of beauty. How do these clearly, discernibly
ingrained morons, suppose little Black kids
feel, being systematically told, that nothing beautiful or even vaguely so, does or really, ...
It's a shame the same consideration
isn't give to the history nonsense
taught in a rather widespread
fashion within white Western organized and
obviously run schools, all of them depicting
all Black people as essentially slaves, while
pushing European features as the standard
of beauty. How do these clearly, discernibly
ingrained morons, suppose little Black kids
feel, being systematically told, that nothing beautiful or even vaguely so, does or really, ...
#denial
#despair
#emptiness
#frustration
#hate
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Academic
Poem Published
13th Dec 2024 3:11pm
13th Dec 2024 3:11pm
Catherine Meyer - typical of the white racist c**ts who infest Britain and the genocidally acquired overseas lands!
By Stanley Collymore
No doubt it didn't even occur to
Catherine Meyer that calling
an Asian gentleman, Lord
Dhobka: a bona fide peer of this United
Kingdom realm, where rather evidently
she herself is discernibly ensconced in
and whose lawful name she obviously
actually, also simply and categorically
rather callously, couldn't bother to find
out but simply specifically, did choose
basically, to patronizingly, and racially,
because he's distinctly from, a British
racial minority,...
No doubt it didn't even occur to
Catherine Meyer that calling
an Asian gentleman, Lord
Dhobka: a bona fide peer of this United
Kingdom realm, where rather evidently
she herself is discernibly ensconced in
and whose lawful name she obviously
actually, also simply and categorically
rather callously, couldn't bother to find
out but simply specifically, did choose
basically, to patronizingly, and racially,
because he's distinctly from, a British
racial minority,...
#dark
#denial
#emptiness
#greed
#hate
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Academic
Poem Published
9th Dec 2024 3:08pm
9th Dec 2024 3:08pm
Remind me again; which Century we're in!
By Stanley Collymore
I doubt very much if Liz Windsor ever
bathed any of her children; and
much less so literally with
the state crown on! So simply give over, you gullible, and distinctly sycophantic morons,
as your elitist, self-entitled and discernibly perceived as by you, as aptly undoubtedly
your societal betters; are basically taking
the piss and, rather distinctly, having you
on surely! Can't you see? As Liz Windsor
in actuality basically never saw much of
her children who were crucially brought ...
I doubt very much if Liz Windsor ever
bathed any of her children; and
much less so literally with
the state crown on! So simply give over, you gullible, and distinctly sycophantic morons,
as your elitist, self-entitled and discernibly perceived as by you, as aptly undoubtedly
your societal betters; are basically taking
the piss and, rather distinctly, having you
on surely! Can't you see? As Liz Windsor
in actuality basically never saw much of
her children who were crucially brought ...
#dark
#denial
#emptiness
#greed
#hate
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