Poems about Emptiness
#emptiness
Poems about emptiness; a barren, empty world with nothing at all. Poetry about feeling numb and a life lacking meaning. Poems about emptiness includes poetry about the absence of feelings and emotions, and poems about feeling although you don't have a purpose in life.
Academic
Poem Published
26th Nov 2022 12:30pm
26th Nov 2022 12:30pm
Quite dead obviously, yet simply won't lie down!
By Stanley Collymore
Gyles Brandreth can't be that
much of the confidante he
claims to be if he's easily
babbling this rather pointless and
actually likewise to every obvious
distinctively intelligent person, in
possession of a genuinely logical
mind unquestionably manifestly
uninteresting, and basically also
blatantly pathetic, sychophantic
crap to the media, while in turn
similarly rather enthusiastically
having a necessary predictably
clearly profitable, forthcoming...
Gyles Brandreth can't be that
much of the confidante he
claims to be if he's easily
babbling this rather pointless and
actually likewise to every obvious
distinctively intelligent person, in
possession of a genuinely logical
mind unquestionably manifestly
uninteresting, and basically also
blatantly pathetic, sychophantic
crap to the media, while in turn
similarly rather enthusiastically
having a necessary predictably
clearly profitable, forthcoming...
#dark
#greed
#denial
#emptiness
#boredom
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Oslynray
Rosalyn
Rosalyn
Poem Published
25th Nov 2022 1:36pm
25th Nov 2022 1:36pm
Split
Split
I can’t wait to walk away!
But wait,
Please don’t go…
Back and fourth,
My mind is splitting.
And everyday, it shows…
I love you so much,
No, actually
I hate your guts…
But at the same time
I need you to feel whole.
Yesterday was perfect,
But today I’m not sure if it’s worth it,
It changes by the day…
I love you: I worship you,
But I want to walk away!
When you don’t do what I say,
When you can’t read my mind for me,
When you don’t constantly reassure me!?
All my love, turns to violent...
I can’t wait to walk away!
But wait,
Please don’t go…
Back and fourth,
My mind is splitting.
And everyday, it shows…
I love you so much,
No, actually
I hate your guts…
But at the same time
I need you to feel whole.
Yesterday was perfect,
But today I’m not sure if it’s worth it,
It changes by the day…
I love you: I worship you,
But I want to walk away!
When you don’t do what I say,
When you can’t read my mind for me,
When you don’t constantly reassure me!?
All my love, turns to violent...
#regret
#shame
#confusion
#despair
#emptiness
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Nilknarfar
Poem Published
25th Nov 2022 00:39am
25th Nov 2022 00:39am
Departure
She waited
And dimmed
Burning
The setting sun’s a heavy weight
She wallowed
Rotting
Horizon far behind
A heart’s a lover’s lovely urn
She endured
Brazen
Tear shaped
Hornets stitched her skin
She remembered
Searing
Slow dancing fireflies
Embers sparkling in his eyes
She reached
Frail hands’s
Stone and bone
Heed hot candle’s shapeless wax
She walked
Discerning
For a deep cold abyss
To walk within and swallow
She walked
And waited ...
And dimmed
Burning
The setting sun’s a heavy weight
She wallowed
Rotting
Horizon far behind
A heart’s a lover’s lovely urn
She endured
Brazen
Tear shaped
Hornets stitched her skin
She remembered
Searing
Slow dancing fireflies
Embers sparkling in his eyes
She reached
Frail hands’s
Stone and bone
Heed hot candle’s shapeless wax
She walked
Discerning
For a deep cold abyss
To walk within and swallow
She walked
And waited ...
#anger
#heartbroken
#despair
#emptiness
#apathy
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oskar
Poem Published
24th Nov 2022 2:17pm
24th Nov 2022 2:17pm
among us
Among us
The dance of death never stops
A plane crossing the Atlantic losses heights
the chief pilot flirts with a woman
when he is called to the cockpit
Too late, a gigantic wave hits the tail
Goodbye Paris.
The heart of tired sparrows stops
it falls from the sky
hits the front window of a car
distracted, the driver hits another car
In the melee, no one sees the sparrow.
A tourist, going for a walk, in jolly Naples
is hit by a pig kept on the balcony
No more sightseeing.
You’re not safe in bed, a nightmare ...
The dance of death never stops
A plane crossing the Atlantic losses heights
the chief pilot flirts with a woman
when he is called to the cockpit
Too late, a gigantic wave hits the tail
Goodbye Paris.
The heart of tired sparrows stops
it falls from the sky
hits the front window of a car
distracted, the driver hits another car
In the melee, no one sees the sparrow.
A tourist, going for a walk, in jolly Naples
is hit by a pig kept on the balcony
No more sightseeing.
You’re not safe in bed, a nightmare ...
#grief
#frustration
#greed
#emptiness
#fear
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Academic
Poem Published
24th Nov 2022 11:35am
24th Nov 2022 11:35am
Why waste my talents on being pointlessly a good but poor wife, when being a Karen tart is much more rewarding?
By Stanley Collymore
I promised him romance, not
marriage, and frankly that's
what he's been customarily
getting; so it's quite beyond me why
he's actually and now complaining,
as I've never, not even once, really
reneged, on what evidently I have
basically given to him. Effectively
because in this liberally intimate
association with him I've always
crucially never stated nor really
ever promised, that there won't
be other men that I'll be seeing.
Something, which he was truly
most aware of and...
I promised him romance, not
marriage, and frankly that's
what he's been customarily
getting; so it's quite beyond me why
he's actually and now complaining,
as I've never, not even once, really
reneged, on what evidently I have
basically given to him. Effectively
because in this liberally intimate
association with him I've always
crucially never stated nor really
ever promised, that there won't
be other men that I'll be seeing.
Something, which he was truly
most aware of and...
#hate
#dark
#shame
#greed
#emptiness
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PoetSpeak
Poem Published
22nd Nov 2022 6:33pm
22nd Nov 2022 6:33pm
When all else fails I go back to art …
Things have been a push lately
November always hits me hard
It’s then I go back to basics
A craft I call home ….
November always hits me hard
It’s then I go back to basics
A craft I call home ….
#identity
#myself
#LifeCycle
#art
#emptiness
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DreamIllusions
Poem Published
21st Nov 2022 10:33pm
21st Nov 2022 10:33pm
DRIFTER
I feel like I belong to no one
Not even myself
I am within this thin skin
A sensitive beast
An entire empire
Of beasts
Perhaps
Scrambling to get out
Let loose
Be free
But of what?
I feel like within me resides
A city of dread
I sit alone on the streets there
Blind and mute
Amongst and entire
Civilization
Of dark
Waiting on a crumbling curb
For a hand
To take
To take me where?
I feel like being scared
But I know not of what
I walk a tightrope ...
Not even myself
I am within this thin skin
A sensitive beast
An entire empire
Of beasts
Perhaps
Scrambling to get out
Let loose
Be free
But of what?
I feel like within me resides
A city of dread
I sit alone on the streets there
Blind and mute
Amongst and entire
Civilization
Of dark
Waiting on a crumbling curb
For a hand
To take
To take me where?
I feel like being scared
But I know not of what
I walk a tightrope ...
#fate
#monsters
#ghosts
#emptiness
#morality
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KristinaX
Poem Published
21st Nov 2022 9:00pm
21st Nov 2022 9:00pm
I swam below the surface, dying... (with Reading)
I swam below the surface.
You tried to drown me there.
Violated by the current stripping me away.
Sharing in the mind's decay.
Picking up the pieces with bloodied hands.
In them I see all the love, it's not pretend.
You just need me to see the monster.
To have no mercy on me, I don't ask.
And each body speaks to you, me too.
You took me to the graveyard.
An Apex predator's hunting ground.
Taking credit for another kill.
You fed me to the wolves.
The perverts eating me, so many bones.
This...
You tried to drown me there.
Violated by the current stripping me away.
Sharing in the mind's decay.
Picking up the pieces with bloodied hands.
In them I see all the love, it's not pretend.
You just need me to see the monster.
To have no mercy on me, I don't ask.
And each body speaks to you, me too.
You took me to the graveyard.
An Apex predator's hunting ground.
Taking credit for another kill.
You fed me to the wolves.
The perverts eating me, so many bones.
This...
#death
#LifeStruggles
#graveyard #emptiness
#graveyard #emptiness
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27 Comments
Hashman
Poem Published
21st Nov 2022 7:05pm
21st Nov 2022 7:05pm
One
one tear
so full of pain
one drop, so heavy
one heart
broken into pieces
a million thoughts
slamming my head
a billion whys
a trillion wtf's
a gazillion if onlys
one tear
so full of pain
so full of pain
one drop, so heavy
one heart
broken into pieces
a million thoughts
slamming my head
a billion whys
a trillion wtf's
a gazillion if onlys
one tear
so full of pain
#emptiness
65 reads
6 Comments
Daevileyes
Poem Published
20th Nov 2022 8:38pm
20th Nov 2022 8:38pm
oblivion
did you know
every single time I close my eyes
I see life struggle to stay inside
them cold inert bodies
I see calamities
fires scorching
razing the everything
to the ground
into the ashes astound
lies the dessicated rainfall
soaked in blood
as it carves out the craving appetite
for eternal night
did you know
every single time I take a breath
I bathe in the Lethe
its ice cold strokes running all over
all the forgotten smoulder
a faint memory
of what it used to be
yet still there ...
every single time I close my eyes
I see life struggle to stay inside
them cold inert bodies
I see calamities
fires scorching
razing the everything
to the ground
into the ashes astound
lies the dessicated rainfall
soaked in blood
as it carves out the craving appetite
for eternal night
did you know
every single time I take a breath
I bathe in the Lethe
its ice cold strokes running all over
all the forgotten smoulder
a faint memory
of what it used to be
yet still there ...
#rejection
#despair
#denial #emptiness
#denial #emptiness
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Academic
Poem Published
20th Nov 2022 8:16pm
20th Nov 2022 8:16pm
Just another Windsor entitled moron that like all of them, the British serfs are so obsessively enamoured with!
By Stanley Collymore
Andrew Windsor now is
very effectively clearly
no more distinctively
qualified, to be a worthy trade
envoy than he previously was,
quite basically and irrefutably
transparently so, since, he so
crucially lacks, the necessary
skills absolutely required for
such a basically, undeniably,
obviously distinctly relevant
and important, assignment.
And where discernibly, he's
blatantly as a consequence
obviously, out of his depth!
And therefore is as noticeably ...
Andrew Windsor now is
very effectively clearly
no more distinctively
qualified, to be a worthy trade
envoy than he previously was,
quite basically and irrefutably
transparently so, since, he so
crucially lacks, the necessary
skills absolutely required for
such a basically, undeniably,
obviously distinctly relevant
and important, assignment.
And where discernibly, he's
blatantly as a consequence
obviously, out of his depth!
And therefore is as noticeably ...
#dark
#greed
#despair
#denial
#emptiness
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oskar
Poem Published
20th Nov 2022 11:19am
20th Nov 2022 11:19am
the England I knew
The England I knew
When I came to England in the seventies, I settled
in a dreadful town called Elsmere Port
the saving grace, it had a library and was near Chester
and Liverpool.
My education was a woeful lacking substance I took
classes in counselling, philosophy, literature and of all
thing acting, an art that always has fascinated me.
The chasm between workers and bosses was not deep
even the Tory party had a human face
Then came the catastrophe, in the form of a female
called Margarete Thatcher.
Greed is right; there is...
When I came to England in the seventies, I settled
in a dreadful town called Elsmere Port
the saving grace, it had a library and was near Chester
and Liverpool.
My education was a woeful lacking substance I took
classes in counselling, philosophy, literature and of all
thing acting, an art that always has fascinated me.
The chasm between workers and bosses was not deep
even the Tory party had a human face
Then came the catastrophe, in the form of a female
called Margarete Thatcher.
Greed is right; there is...
#grief
#frustration
#greed
#emptiness
#fear
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