Poems About Emptiness Published by Members Recently Online
#emptiness
Poems about emptiness published by members recently online.
nutbuster
D C
D C
Poem Published
5th Jun 2019 6:54pm
5th Jun 2019 6:54pm
There I will be
There I will be
Draw back that heavy curtain, take my outstretched hand when you feel so painfully uncertain when you can't hold back your tears when you're screaming inside and gripped by your darkest fears.
There I will be.
When your spirit is weeping seems there's no comfort in sight energy epilated too weary to fight if you've depleted your blessings and the box lays bare and angels are no longer there.
There I will be.
If you feel you have no value to most you're just there just a shadow of a person can't bring yourself to...
Draw back that heavy curtain, take my outstretched hand when you feel so painfully uncertain when you can't hold back your tears when you're screaming inside and gripped by your darkest fears.
There I will be.
When your spirit is weeping seems there's no comfort in sight energy epilated too weary to fight if you've depleted your blessings and the box lays bare and angels are no longer there.
There I will be.
If you feel you have no value to most you're just there just a shadow of a person can't bring yourself to...
#emptiness
#FeelingTrapped
573 reads
3 Comments
nutbuster
D C
D C
Poem Published
5th Jun 2019 6:54pm
5th Jun 2019 6:54pm
There I will be
There I will be
Draw back that heavy curtain, take my outstretched hand when you feel so painfully uncertain when you can't hold back your tears when you're screaming inside and gripped by your darkest fears.
There I will be.
When your spirit is weeping seems there's no comfort in sight energy epilated too weary to fight if you've depleted your blessings and the box lays bare and angels are no longer there.
There I will be.
If you feel you have no value to most you're just there just a shadow of a person can't bring yourself to...
Draw back that heavy curtain, take my outstretched hand when you feel so painfully uncertain when you can't hold back your tears when you're screaming inside and gripped by your darkest fears.
There I will be.
When your spirit is weeping seems there's no comfort in sight energy epilated too weary to fight if you've depleted your blessings and the box lays bare and angels are no longer there.
There I will be.
If you feel you have no value to most you're just there just a shadow of a person can't bring yourself to...
#emptiness
#FeelingTrapped
573 reads
3 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
14th Jan 2025 5:18pm
14th Jan 2025 5:18pm
Rorschach Zombie
Song of a rotting corpse in psychoanalysis
a narcissistic dreamer with an outburst of
mania with a cracked mind, hoosegow, decaying
antiquated parrot wanting a cracker with
a hideous impersonation of being human with
a leprous mask, stinking up the place but it's
your dime, listening to the song of a
rotting corpse
a narcissistic dreamer with an outburst of
mania with a cracked mind, hoosegow, decaying
antiquated parrot wanting a cracker with
a hideous impersonation of being human with
a leprous mask, stinking up the place but it's
your dime, listening to the song of a
rotting corpse
#dark
#emptiness
#hate
#hypocrisy
#loneliness
82 reads
2 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
14th Jan 2025 5:18pm
14th Jan 2025 5:18pm
Rorschach Zombie
Song of a rotting corpse in psychoanalysis
a narcissistic dreamer with an outburst of
mania with a cracked mind, hoosegow, decaying
antiquated parrot wanting a cracker with
a hideous impersonation of being human with
a leprous mask, stinking up the place but it's
your dime, listening to the song of a
rotting corpse
a narcissistic dreamer with an outburst of
mania with a cracked mind, hoosegow, decaying
antiquated parrot wanting a cracker with
a hideous impersonation of being human with
a leprous mask, stinking up the place but it's
your dime, listening to the song of a
rotting corpse
#dark
#emptiness
#hate
#hypocrisy
#loneliness
82 reads
2 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
14th Jan 2025 5:18pm
14th Jan 2025 5:18pm
Rorschach Zombie
Song of a rotting corpse in psychoanalysis
a narcissistic dreamer with an outburst of
mania with a cracked mind, hoosegow, decaying
antiquated parrot wanting a cracker with
a hideous impersonation of being human with
a leprous mask, stinking up the place but it's
your dime, listening to the song of a
rotting corpse
a narcissistic dreamer with an outburst of
mania with a cracked mind, hoosegow, decaying
antiquated parrot wanting a cracker with
a hideous impersonation of being human with
a leprous mask, stinking up the place but it's
your dime, listening to the song of a
rotting corpse
#dark
#emptiness
#hate
#hypocrisy
#loneliness
82 reads
2 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
14th Jan 2025 5:18pm
14th Jan 2025 5:18pm
Rorschach Zombie
Song of a rotting corpse in psychoanalysis
a narcissistic dreamer with an outburst of
mania with a cracked mind, hoosegow, decaying
antiquated parrot wanting a cracker with
a hideous impersonation of being human with
a leprous mask, stinking up the place but it's
your dime, listening to the song of a
rotting corpse
a narcissistic dreamer with an outburst of
mania with a cracked mind, hoosegow, decaying
antiquated parrot wanting a cracker with
a hideous impersonation of being human with
a leprous mask, stinking up the place but it's
your dime, listening to the song of a
rotting corpse
#dark
#emptiness
#hate
#hypocrisy
#loneliness
82 reads
2 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
14th Jan 2025 5:18pm
14th Jan 2025 5:18pm
Rorschach Zombie
Song of a rotting corpse in psychoanalysis
a narcissistic dreamer with an outburst of
mania with a cracked mind, hoosegow, decaying
antiquated parrot wanting a cracker with
a hideous impersonation of being human with
a leprous mask, stinking up the place but it's
your dime, listening to the song of a
rotting corpse
a narcissistic dreamer with an outburst of
mania with a cracked mind, hoosegow, decaying
antiquated parrot wanting a cracker with
a hideous impersonation of being human with
a leprous mask, stinking up the place but it's
your dime, listening to the song of a
rotting corpse
#dark
#emptiness
#hate
#hypocrisy
#loneliness
82 reads
2 Comments
RyanBlackborough
Poem Published
18th Jun 2024 9:11am
18th Jun 2024 9:11am
Ordered discord
Smeared In a pattern.
This Rorschach abstraction.
Flowing like satin.
In cascading fashion.
Symmetry, mimicry.
Mirroring the mind.
Coddling, throttling.
Either or is fine.
Full to bursting.
Ache encephalitis.
In many minds of how this building
pressure will ignite us.
"Ticky tacky" tinderboxes.
Longing for the flame.
Effigies of rememberance.
Not all burn the same.
The beauty of the sanguine bloom, detonator primed.
T-minus the countdown.
Get on with the ride.
...
This Rorschach abstraction.
Flowing like satin.
In cascading fashion.
Symmetry, mimicry.
Mirroring the mind.
Coddling, throttling.
Either or is fine.
Full to bursting.
Ache encephalitis.
In many minds of how this building
pressure will ignite us.
"Ticky tacky" tinderboxes.
Longing for the flame.
Effigies of rememberance.
Not all burn the same.
The beauty of the sanguine bloom, detonator primed.
T-minus the countdown.
Get on with the ride.
...
#depression
#emptiness
131 reads
0 Comments
RyanBlackborough
Poem Published
18th Jun 2024 9:11am
18th Jun 2024 9:11am
Ordered discord
Smeared In a pattern.
This Rorschach abstraction.
Flowing like satin.
In cascading fashion.
Symmetry, mimicry.
Mirroring the mind.
Coddling, throttling.
Either or is fine.
Full to bursting.
Ache encephalitis.
In many minds of how this building
pressure will ignite us.
"Ticky tacky" tinderboxes.
Longing for the flame.
Effigies of rememberance.
Not all burn the same.
The beauty of the sanguine bloom, detonator primed.
T-minus the countdown.
Get on with the ride.
...
This Rorschach abstraction.
Flowing like satin.
In cascading fashion.
Symmetry, mimicry.
Mirroring the mind.
Coddling, throttling.
Either or is fine.
Full to bursting.
Ache encephalitis.
In many minds of how this building
pressure will ignite us.
"Ticky tacky" tinderboxes.
Longing for the flame.
Effigies of rememberance.
Not all burn the same.
The beauty of the sanguine bloom, detonator primed.
T-minus the countdown.
Get on with the ride.
...
#depression
#emptiness
131 reads
0 Comments
deliabear
Debbie
Debbie
Poem Published
9th Nov 2024 11:38pm
9th Nov 2024 11:38pm
Empty Trees
The setting sun made the final clinging leaves
shine like dangling red jewels.
The scarlet shimmer infused my imagination
with creative fuel
Trees are not like people,
they don't feel empty.
Why do we grieve for that
which cannot be retrieved?
Barren branches know.
It's so much easier just to let go.
Creation always finds a way to grow.
shine like dangling red jewels.
The scarlet shimmer infused my imagination
with creative fuel
Trees are not like people,
they don't feel empty.
Why do we grieve for that
which cannot be retrieved?
Barren branches know.
It's so much easier just to let go.
Creation always finds a way to grow.
#emptiness
#fall
#PersonalGrowth #trees
#PersonalGrowth #trees
122 reads
14 Comments
deliabear
Debbie
Debbie
Poem Published
9th Nov 2024 11:38pm
9th Nov 2024 11:38pm
Empty Trees
The setting sun made the final clinging leaves
shine like dangling red jewels.
The scarlet shimmer infused my imagination
with creative fuel
Trees are not like people,
they don't feel empty.
Why do we grieve for that
which cannot be retrieved?
Barren branches know.
It's so much easier just to let go.
Creation always finds a way to grow.
shine like dangling red jewels.
The scarlet shimmer infused my imagination
with creative fuel
Trees are not like people,
they don't feel empty.
Why do we grieve for that
which cannot be retrieved?
Barren branches know.
It's so much easier just to let go.
Creation always finds a way to grow.
#emptiness
#fall
#PersonalGrowth #trees
#PersonalGrowth #trees
122 reads
14 Comments
deliabear
Debbie
Debbie
Poem Published
9th Nov 2024 11:38pm
9th Nov 2024 11:38pm
Empty Trees
The setting sun made the final clinging leaves
shine like dangling red jewels.
The scarlet shimmer infused my imagination
with creative fuel
Trees are not like people,
they don't feel empty.
Why do we grieve for that
which cannot be retrieved?
Barren branches know.
It's so much easier just to let go.
Creation always finds a way to grow.
shine like dangling red jewels.
The scarlet shimmer infused my imagination
with creative fuel
Trees are not like people,
they don't feel empty.
Why do we grieve for that
which cannot be retrieved?
Barren branches know.
It's so much easier just to let go.
Creation always finds a way to grow.
#emptiness
#fall
#PersonalGrowth #trees
#PersonalGrowth #trees
122 reads
14 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Emptiness Published by Members Recently Online
