Long Poems About Emptiness
#emptiness
Long poems about emptiness. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
Nevermindthegaps
Poem Published
2nd May 2025 6:28am
2nd May 2025 6:28am
The Aches Of Carrying The Dead
my wrist shakes
carpal tunnel
from that time the post in the back yard
broke it and my father beat the shit
out of me
for crying because men don’t cry
and hospital was days away
from the heavy bag
honing knock out shots
throwing with the fury of an arrow riddle berserker
as if my last deeds in life will be echoed
through the ages of wrist-spraining-shots into dented leather
I’ve been taught so often how little
I matter unless I’m doing
so I bury it using an excavator
my tears now
just...
carpal tunnel
from that time the post in the back yard
broke it and my father beat the shit
out of me
for crying because men don’t cry
and hospital was days away
from the heavy bag
honing knock out shots
throwing with the fury of an arrow riddle berserker
as if my last deeds in life will be echoed
through the ages of wrist-spraining-shots into dented leather
I’ve been taught so often how little
I matter unless I’m doing
so I bury it using an excavator
my tears now
just...
#emptiness
#sadness
#shame
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thoughtsdie
Poem Published
29th Apr 2025 9:53pm
29th Apr 2025 9:53pm
Endless Self Torture
It’s that same song again, the one I imagine playing at my funeral.
A funeral I’m late to everyday.
Lying in bed,
I wait for someone to notice the dead body and have it removed.
But no one does because I’m not good enough to be dead yet.
I still breathe and bleed.
I’m still here, like a ghost stuck in a body.
Sometimes I wonder if I possessed this body because my soul was going to hell.
That instead I’d rather torture myself and create my own hell.
The truth is what I desire the most is to never have existed....
A funeral I’m late to everyday.
Lying in bed,
I wait for someone to notice the dead body and have it removed.
But no one does because I’m not good enough to be dead yet.
I still breathe and bleed.
I’m still here, like a ghost stuck in a body.
Sometimes I wonder if I possessed this body because my soul was going to hell.
That instead I’d rather torture myself and create my own hell.
The truth is what I desire the most is to never have existed....
#depression
#despair
#emptiness
#StreamOfConsciousness
#suicide
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Mstrmnd1923
Poem Published
17th Apr 2025 1:34am
17th Apr 2025 1:34am
The Torture Master
The damp basement floor
Infested with cockroaches
Through a creaking door
A maniacal man approaches
Covered in days of dirt
And a smell of rotten flesh
His untucked stained shirt
Unending torture expected next
He hobbles to the corner
And eyes up his next victim
Its too late to warn her
Pain will soon inflict them
He drags her by her hair
Over to his workshop table
Screaming tears of despair
But physically she's...
Infested with cockroaches
Through a creaking door
A maniacal man approaches
Covered in days of dirt
And a smell of rotten flesh
His untucked stained shirt
Unending torture expected next
He hobbles to the corner
And eyes up his next victim
Its too late to warn her
Pain will soon inflict them
He drags her by her hair
Over to his workshop table
Screaming tears of despair
But physically she's...
#dark
#emptiness
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brokenheart201725
Poem Published
9th Apr 2025 1:28am
9th Apr 2025 1:28am
In the heart of night
In the heart of night,
where shadows whisper secrets,
pain dances, a cruel partner
in a waltz spun of despair.
Life, a tapestry woven with frayed threads,
each stitch a reminder
of battles fought in silence,
of dreams carried on shoulders
too weary to bear their weight.
Here, in the cradle of darkness,
where breath feels like a burden
and laughter echoes like a forgotten song,
the spirit wanders—
an echo of what once was,
yet never fully lost,
searching for glimmers
through the cracked edges of existence. ...
where shadows whisper secrets,
pain dances, a cruel partner
in a waltz spun of despair.
Life, a tapestry woven with frayed threads,
each stitch a reminder
of battles fought in silence,
of dreams carried on shoulders
too weary to bear their weight.
Here, in the cradle of darkness,
where breath feels like a burden
and laughter echoes like a forgotten song,
the spirit wanders—
an echo of what once was,
yet never fully lost,
searching for glimmers
through the cracked edges of existence. ...
#emptiness
#fear
#grief
#heartbroken
#loneliness
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Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2025 00:37am
3rd Apr 2025 00:37am
no, Google, I'm not suicidal
I googled
"what to do
when you've given up
on life"
and it gave me a list
of suicide hotlines
and articles on positive
mental health practices
I didn't know how
to explain to a search engine
that I'm not suicidal
I'm not looking for that kind of exit
I'm lost
I'm lonely
I'm aimless
Everything feels pointless
I've hit the edge of depression
and kept going into the abyss
instead of pulling back
like I was supposed to
I scroll through the...
"what to do
when you've given up
on life"
and it gave me a list
of suicide hotlines
and articles on positive
mental health practices
I didn't know how
to explain to a search engine
that I'm not suicidal
I'm not looking for that kind of exit
I'm lost
I'm lonely
I'm aimless
Everything feels pointless
I've hit the edge of depression
and kept going into the abyss
instead of pulling back
like I was supposed to
I scroll through the...
#depression
#despair
#emptiness #MentalHealth
#emptiness #MentalHealth
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Mstrmnd1923
Poem Published
30th Mar 2025 5:16am
30th Mar 2025 5:16am
61616 nemO Ave House of Horror
Only one survivor survived
Malnourished and sleep deprived
The youngest child of five
Struggling to breathe, barely alive
Running out, she came from inside
Covered in victims blood that dried
Laughing, crying with teary eyes
Questions and answers, honest lies
Investigating the crime scene
This child only just thirteen
Enough to make you cry and scream
Living a nightmare of a dream
Parents heads both found impaled ...
Malnourished and sleep deprived
The youngest child of five
Struggling to breathe, barely alive
Running out, she came from inside
Covered in victims blood that dried
Laughing, crying with teary eyes
Questions and answers, honest lies
Investigating the crime scene
This child only just thirteen
Enough to make you cry and scream
Living a nightmare of a dream
Parents heads both found impaled ...
#emptiness
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Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
19th Mar 2025 10:57am
19th Mar 2025 10:57am
The Doctor Said To
Something seems to be missing.
And it's not friends or kissing.
Sometimes you would feel like you are inside of your head.
Like you are not alive,but dead.
You wondered,what could be the cause?
For your emotions to take pause?
Maybe you were looking for a solution.
And you needed something.
You were going through the motions.
And developing new emotions,devotions.
So the doctor came and walked up to you.
He told me,take these pills,and you'll feel normal,too.
So take this pill,you'll feel much better. ...
And it's not friends or kissing.
Sometimes you would feel like you are inside of your head.
Like you are not alive,but dead.
You wondered,what could be the cause?
For your emotions to take pause?
Maybe you were looking for a solution.
And you needed something.
You were going through the motions.
And developing new emotions,devotions.
So the doctor came and walked up to you.
He told me,take these pills,and you'll feel normal,too.
So take this pill,you'll feel much better. ...
#dark
#depression
#despair #emptiness
#despair #emptiness
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Nvmb
Poem Published
12th Mar 2025 7:36pm
12th Mar 2025 7:36pm
The First Fragments...
I. The First Prayer
It happens deep into the night, in the heavy dark that feels too thick to breathe through. A darkness that tastes of copper and dust, ancient and patient. His body betrays him first—stiff, useless, as if his bones have turned to iron and his lungs are filling with sand.
He tries to move. He cannot. He tries to scream. His mouth stays closed, locked by some unseen hand.
And then he sees it.
Someone at the foot of his bed. No, not someone—*something*, though that word is too small for the wrongness standing there. A figure that...
It happens deep into the night, in the heavy dark that feels too thick to breathe through. A darkness that tastes of copper and dust, ancient and patient. His body betrays him first—stiff, useless, as if his bones have turned to iron and his lungs are filling with sand.
He tries to move. He cannot. He tries to scream. His mouth stays closed, locked by some unseen hand.
And then he sees it.
Someone at the foot of his bed. No, not someone—*something*, though that word is too small for the wrongness standing there. A figure that...
#dark
#despair
#emptiness
#fear
#loneliness
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Mstrmnd1923
Poem Published
27th Feb 2025 12:54pm
27th Feb 2025 12:54pm
Where Is My Decency..What Happened To My Empathy
I walked into a wawa the other day
In front of me standing in line
Was a homeless person
I could see the filth on their blanket
Presumably their only shelter in 30 degree temps
Their clothes were also covered in dirt
As were they
From their head to their toes
I could smell their body odor
I looked away
And tried to ignore what I saw
When I left I held the door open for them
They never said thank you
I shrugged my shoulders
And shook my head
Because I really expected them to...
In front of me standing in line
Was a homeless person
I could see the filth on their blanket
Presumably their only shelter in 30 degree temps
Their clothes were also covered in dirt
As were they
From their head to their toes
I could smell their body odor
I looked away
And tried to ignore what I saw
When I left I held the door open for them
They never said thank you
I shrugged my shoulders
And shook my head
Because I really expected them to...
#emptiness
#heartbroken
170 reads
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Mstrmnd1923
Poem Published
17th Feb 2025 5:07am
17th Feb 2025 5:07am
Jehovah Skinheads
(Jehovah skinheads, jehovah skinheads)
Skinheads, Jehovah witness
Brainwashed neo-nazi apprentice
Fellowship, kingdom hall
Watchtower penned for all
Swastikas, white supremacy
Fourth Reich and its legacy
Shaved heads, military clothes
Sieg Heil, neo nazi oaths
Extremism, skinhead subculture
Couldn't erase their exposure
Health issues, maybe mental
Drug abuse experimental
Police called...
Skinheads, Jehovah witness
Brainwashed neo-nazi apprentice
Fellowship, kingdom hall
Watchtower penned for all
Swastikas, white supremacy
Fourth Reich and its legacy
Shaved heads, military clothes
Sieg Heil, neo nazi oaths
Extremism, skinhead subculture
Couldn't erase their exposure
Health issues, maybe mental
Drug abuse experimental
Police called...
#dark
#emptiness
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Onyxceila
Poem Published
16th Feb 2025 10:49am
16th Feb 2025 10:49am
Lignified Soul
You found me nearly hollowed out.
A bag of bones upon the ground
My soul retreats into my pith
But not before you catch a glimpse
My soul hides within my core
For the light it had, it has no more
Your fingers and eyes begin to comb
Through the mess of flesh
Incaged in bone
You looked me over and sat me up
Then opened up my cranium
Dumped out the mush you found inside
repaired my breaks with linen binds
Then laughed as love
Welled within my eyes
There was no doubt, you were sure
You had siphoned...
A bag of bones upon the ground
My soul retreats into my pith
But not before you catch a glimpse
My soul hides within my core
For the light it had, it has no more
Your fingers and eyes begin to comb
Through the mess of flesh
Incaged in bone
You looked me over and sat me up
Then opened up my cranium
Dumped out the mush you found inside
repaired my breaks with linen binds
Then laughed as love
Welled within my eyes
There was no doubt, you were sure
You had siphoned...
#abuse
#emptiness
#identity #manipulation
#identity #manipulation
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Nvmb
Poem Published
7th Feb 2025 4:38pm
7th Feb 2025 4:38pm
Let Me In...
I see you there,
A fortress carved of shadow and silence,
Every stone a scar,
Every wall a memory of someone who taught you
That love was a weapon
And trust was a wound waiting to happen.
But I am not them.
I am not the echoes that haunt your halls,
Not the ghosts that call your name with empty promises.
I am here, flesh and blood,
And I will stand in the storm of your defenses
Until you let me through.
Let me in.
Not to take from you,
Not to demand your strength,
Not to claim your broken pieces as my own. ...
A fortress carved of shadow and silence,
Every stone a scar,
Every wall a memory of someone who taught you
That love was a weapon
And trust was a wound waiting to happen.
But I am not them.
I am not the echoes that haunt your halls,
Not the ghosts that call your name with empty promises.
I am here, flesh and blood,
And I will stand in the storm of your defenses
Until you let me through.
Let me in.
Not to take from you,
Not to demand your strength,
Not to claim your broken pieces as my own. ...
#bittersweet
#emptiness
#fear
#loneliness
#sadness
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