Poems About Emptiness Published by Members Recently Online
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Poems about emptiness published by members recently online.
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
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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Poem Published
6th Dec 2024 8:19pm
6th Dec 2024 8:19pm
Botticelli
Standing at a crossroads, why do I have to choose when Botticelli painted both the Madonna and Child and The Birth of Venus? I say I don't write for the purist, so why can't I create my real emotions—mental art—without fear of repercussions? What was going through your mind, Botticelli, when you painted for both Pagans and Catholics? Should I keep my work neat and pure, the cute shit that’s suitable for a bland palate, or can I give you tears and pain, profanity intertwined with the confession of sin?
When I was a child, I learned not to share my dreams or thoughts because it...
When I was a child, I learned not to share my dreams or thoughts because it...
#anxiety
#depression
#emptiness
#LifeStruggles
#loneliness
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Poem Published
6th Dec 2024 8:19pm
6th Dec 2024 8:19pm
Botticelli
Standing at a crossroads, why do I have to choose when Botticelli painted both the Madonna and Child and The Birth of Venus? I say I don't write for the purist, so why can't I create my real emotions—mental art—without fear of repercussions? What was going through your mind, Botticelli, when you painted for both Pagans and Catholics? Should I keep my work neat and pure, the cute shit that’s suitable for a bland palate, or can I give you tears and pain, profanity intertwined with the confession of sin?
When I was a child, I learned not to share my dreams or thoughts because it...
When I was a child, I learned not to share my dreams or thoughts because it...
#anxiety
#depression
#emptiness
#LifeStruggles
#loneliness
105 reads
4 Comments
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Poem Published
6th Dec 2024 8:19pm
6th Dec 2024 8:19pm
Botticelli
Standing at a crossroads, why do I have to choose when Botticelli painted both the Madonna and Child and The Birth of Venus? I say I don't write for the purist, so why can't I create my real emotions—mental art—without fear of repercussions? What was going through your mind, Botticelli, when you painted for both Pagans and Catholics? Should I keep my work neat and pure, the cute shit that’s suitable for a bland palate, or can I give you tears and pain, profanity intertwined with the confession of sin?
When I was a child, I learned not to share my dreams or thoughts because it...
When I was a child, I learned not to share my dreams or thoughts because it...
#anxiety
#depression
#emptiness
#LifeStruggles
#loneliness
105 reads
4 Comments
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Poem Published
6th Dec 2024 8:19pm
6th Dec 2024 8:19pm
Botticelli
Standing at a crossroads, why do I have to choose when Botticelli painted both the Madonna and Child and The Birth of Venus? I say I don't write for the purist, so why can't I create my real emotions—mental art—without fear of repercussions? What was going through your mind, Botticelli, when you painted for both Pagans and Catholics? Should I keep my work neat and pure, the cute shit that’s suitable for a bland palate, or can I give you tears and pain, profanity intertwined with the confession of sin?
When I was a child, I learned not to share my dreams or thoughts because it...
When I was a child, I learned not to share my dreams or thoughts because it...
#anxiety
#depression
#emptiness
#LifeStruggles
#loneliness
105 reads
4 Comments
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Poem Published
6th Dec 2024 8:19pm
6th Dec 2024 8:19pm
Botticelli
Standing at a crossroads, why do I have to choose when Botticelli painted both the Madonna and Child and The Birth of Venus? I say I don't write for the purist, so why can't I create my real emotions—mental art—without fear of repercussions? What was going through your mind, Botticelli, when you painted for both Pagans and Catholics? Should I keep my work neat and pure, the cute shit that’s suitable for a bland palate, or can I give you tears and pain, profanity intertwined with the confession of sin?
When I was a child, I learned not to share my dreams or thoughts because it...
When I was a child, I learned not to share my dreams or thoughts because it...
#anxiety
#depression
#emptiness
#LifeStruggles
#loneliness
105 reads
4 Comments
3Y3S-THVT-S33
Electra
Electra
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2025 5:34pm
2nd Jan 2025 5:34pm
No Title.
I don't want anyone to cry for me.
The girl they should have cried for is dead,
But He looked at me and said,
That little girl isn't dead.
The ashes of the house she once lived in,
Is where she lies,
Her bloodshot eyes,
Her charred body.
Paralyzed all but her eyes,
Darting back and forth,
Taking in the burnt ruin,
Of the place she once called,
Home.
The girl they should have cried for is dead,
But He looked at me and said,
That little girl isn't dead.
The ashes of the house she once lived in,
Is where she lies,
Her bloodshot eyes,
Her charred body.
Paralyzed all but her eyes,
Darting back and forth,
Taking in the burnt ruin,
Of the place she once called,
Home.
#anger
#dark
#despair #emptiness
#despair #emptiness
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3Y3S-THVT-S33
Electra
Electra
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2025 5:34pm
2nd Jan 2025 5:34pm
No Title.
I don't want anyone to cry for me.
The girl they should have cried for is dead,
But He looked at me and said,
That little girl isn't dead.
The ashes of the house she once lived in,
Is where she lies,
Her bloodshot eyes,
Her charred body.
Paralyzed all but her eyes,
Darting back and forth,
Taking in the burnt ruin,
Of the place she once called,
Home.
The girl they should have cried for is dead,
But He looked at me and said,
That little girl isn't dead.
The ashes of the house she once lived in,
Is where she lies,
Her bloodshot eyes,
Her charred body.
Paralyzed all but her eyes,
Darting back and forth,
Taking in the burnt ruin,
Of the place she once called,
Home.
#anger
#dark
#despair #emptiness
#despair #emptiness
43 reads
0 Comments
3Y3S-THVT-S33
Electra
Electra
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2025 5:34pm
2nd Jan 2025 5:34pm
No Title.
I don't want anyone to cry for me.
The girl they should have cried for is dead,
But He looked at me and said,
That little girl isn't dead.
The ashes of the house she once lived in,
Is where she lies,
Her bloodshot eyes,
Her charred body.
Paralyzed all but her eyes,
Darting back and forth,
Taking in the burnt ruin,
Of the place she once called,
Home.
The girl they should have cried for is dead,
But He looked at me and said,
That little girl isn't dead.
The ashes of the house she once lived in,
Is where she lies,
Her bloodshot eyes,
Her charred body.
Paralyzed all but her eyes,
Darting back and forth,
Taking in the burnt ruin,
Of the place she once called,
Home.
#anger
#dark
#despair #emptiness
#despair #emptiness
43 reads
0 Comments
3Y3S-THVT-S33
Electra
Electra
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2025 5:34pm
2nd Jan 2025 5:34pm
No Title.
I don't want anyone to cry for me.
The girl they should have cried for is dead,
But He looked at me and said,
That little girl isn't dead.
The ashes of the house she once lived in,
Is where she lies,
Her bloodshot eyes,
Her charred body.
Paralyzed all but her eyes,
Darting back and forth,
Taking in the burnt ruin,
Of the place she once called,
Home.
The girl they should have cried for is dead,
But He looked at me and said,
That little girl isn't dead.
The ashes of the house she once lived in,
Is where she lies,
Her bloodshot eyes,
Her charred body.
Paralyzed all but her eyes,
Darting back and forth,
Taking in the burnt ruin,
Of the place she once called,
Home.
#anger
#dark
#despair #emptiness
#despair #emptiness
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mysticstones
Poem Published
11th Apr 2022 10:57am
11th Apr 2022 10:57am
total nonsense
what does one truly want?
imagine it might be unreal
being that...
one's intellect holds one in a maze.
the trappings of the puzzle
all bundled up as a ball
waiting to unfurl
from the roundness of the curl.
circles, circling upon the self
maybe what one wants is...
is, hidden within one's bookshelf?
imagine it might be unreal
being that...
one's intellect holds one in a maze.
the trappings of the puzzle
all bundled up as a ball
waiting to unfurl
from the roundness of the curl.
circles, circling upon the self
maybe what one wants is...
is, hidden within one's bookshelf?
#emptiness
#philosophical
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