Poems About Emptiness Published by Members Recently Online
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Poems about emptiness published by members recently online.
Born Onto Death Row
Every second I murder my life
I am alive
I am serving a death sentence
Born onto death row
Walking around
Dancing on my grave
By living, I am killing my life
Die, Die, Die
I breathe in
I breathe out
I am killing, digging a grave
Pounding coffin nails
I'm alive, I'm the killer
I'm the victim, I'm alive
I am alive
I am serving a death sentence
Born onto death row
Walking around
Dancing on my grave
By living, I am killing my life
Die, Die, Die
I breathe in
I breathe out
I am killing, digging a grave
Pounding coffin nails
I'm alive, I'm the killer
I'm the victim, I'm alive
#dark
#emptiness
#FeelingTrapped #TruthOfLife
#FeelingTrapped #TruthOfLife
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Born Onto Death Row
Every second I murder my life
I am alive
I am serving a death sentence
Born onto death row
Walking around
Dancing on my grave
By living, I am killing my life
Die, Die, Die
I breathe in
I breathe out
I am killing, digging a grave
Pounding coffin nails
I'm alive, I'm the killer
I'm the victim, I'm alive
I am alive
I am serving a death sentence
Born onto death row
Walking around
Dancing on my grave
By living, I am killing my life
Die, Die, Die
I breathe in
I breathe out
I am killing, digging a grave
Pounding coffin nails
I'm alive, I'm the killer
I'm the victim, I'm alive
#dark
#emptiness
#FeelingTrapped #TruthOfLife
#FeelingTrapped #TruthOfLife
87 reads
9 Comments
Born Onto Death Row
Every second I murder my life
I am alive
I am serving a death sentence
Born onto death row
Walking around
Dancing on my grave
By living, I am killing my life
Die, Die, Die
I breathe in
I breathe out
I am killing, digging a grave
Pounding coffin nails
I'm alive, I'm the killer
I'm the victim, I'm alive
I am alive
I am serving a death sentence
Born onto death row
Walking around
Dancing on my grave
By living, I am killing my life
Die, Die, Die
I breathe in
I breathe out
I am killing, digging a grave
Pounding coffin nails
I'm alive, I'm the killer
I'm the victim, I'm alive
#dark
#emptiness
#FeelingTrapped #TruthOfLife
#FeelingTrapped #TruthOfLife
87 reads
9 Comments
Born Onto Death Row
Every second I murder my life
I am alive
I am serving a death sentence
Born onto death row
Walking around
Dancing on my grave
By living, I am killing my life
Die, Die, Die
I breathe in
I breathe out
I am killing, digging a grave
Pounding coffin nails
I'm alive, I'm the killer
I'm the victim, I'm alive
I am alive
I am serving a death sentence
Born onto death row
Walking around
Dancing on my grave
By living, I am killing my life
Die, Die, Die
I breathe in
I breathe out
I am killing, digging a grave
Pounding coffin nails
I'm alive, I'm the killer
I'm the victim, I'm alive
#dark
#emptiness
#FeelingTrapped #TruthOfLife
#FeelingTrapped #TruthOfLife
87 reads
9 Comments
Hollowed Out
Feeling hollow
As empty as infinite space
Can no longer find
My own happy place
It's time for me to retire
To a desolate rock
Where immovable objects
And unstoppable forces
Do not exist
The hollow
Is wide awake
And as deep, and empty
As a shadow slave
As i lie
Within my hollow grave
by Jemia
As empty as infinite space
Can no longer find
My own happy place
It's time for me to retire
To a desolate rock
Where immovable objects
And unstoppable forces
Do not exist
The hollow
Is wide awake
And as deep, and empty
As a shadow slave
As i lie
Within my hollow grave
by Jemia
#sadness
#depression
#emptiness
166 reads
1 Comment
Hollowed Out
Feeling hollow
As empty as infinite space
Can no longer find
My own happy place
It's time for me to retire
To a desolate rock
Where immovable objects
And unstoppable forces
Do not exist
The hollow
Is wide awake
And as deep, and empty
As a shadow slave
As i lie
Within my hollow grave
by Jemia
As empty as infinite space
Can no longer find
My own happy place
It's time for me to retire
To a desolate rock
Where immovable objects
And unstoppable forces
Do not exist
The hollow
Is wide awake
And as deep, and empty
As a shadow slave
As i lie
Within my hollow grave
by Jemia
#sadness
#depression
#emptiness
166 reads
1 Comment
Hollowed Out
Feeling hollow
As empty as infinite space
Can no longer find
My own happy place
It's time for me to retire
To a desolate rock
Where immovable objects
And unstoppable forces
Do not exist
The hollow
Is wide awake
And as deep, and empty
As a shadow slave
As i lie
Within my hollow grave
by Jemia
As empty as infinite space
Can no longer find
My own happy place
It's time for me to retire
To a desolate rock
Where immovable objects
And unstoppable forces
Do not exist
The hollow
Is wide awake
And as deep, and empty
As a shadow slave
As i lie
Within my hollow grave
by Jemia
#sadness
#depression
#emptiness
166 reads
1 Comment
Ode to the Faded
Behold the shaken mercy and rising misery
Unfold the dark past filled with secret trickery
Sold by emotions, devotions, and unfulfilling savory
Owned by cold, gold, and fate that is silvery
The world's full of unjust, sick lust and worships knavery
so hold on tightly to the choices, inner voices, and aching bravery
Exposed to an acquisitive life everything is fake and glittery
Road to the bliss; a lipless kiss— a distant scenery!
Unfold the dark past filled with secret trickery
Sold by emotions, devotions, and unfulfilling savory
Owned by cold, gold, and fate that is silvery
The world's full of unjust, sick lust and worships knavery
so hold on tightly to the choices, inner voices, and aching bravery
Exposed to an acquisitive life everything is fake and glittery
Road to the bliss; a lipless kiss— a distant scenery!
#emptiness
#loneliness
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Ode to the Faded
Behold the shaken mercy and rising misery
Unfold the dark past filled with secret trickery
Sold by emotions, devotions, and unfulfilling savory
Owned by cold, gold, and fate that is silvery
The world's full of unjust, sick lust and worships knavery
so hold on tightly to the choices, inner voices, and aching bravery
Exposed to an acquisitive life everything is fake and glittery
Road to the bliss; a lipless kiss— a distant scenery!
Unfold the dark past filled with secret trickery
Sold by emotions, devotions, and unfulfilling savory
Owned by cold, gold, and fate that is silvery
The world's full of unjust, sick lust and worships knavery
so hold on tightly to the choices, inner voices, and aching bravery
Exposed to an acquisitive life everything is fake and glittery
Road to the bliss; a lipless kiss— a distant scenery!
#emptiness
#loneliness
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Rain Or Shine
Relentlessly pelting,
drowning us out
over the course
of the afternoon
feet still wet
waiting my turn
to sing to those passing
brave enough to attend
hands chilled
from the damp
- that extra obstacle
to hitting the right notes
Winding the cords
striking the set;
packed up
until next time
* * *
Lonely drive,
the older troubadour
reflecting on the old ways
the excitement of an invitation,
offered a drink
choices available
mild flirtations ...
drowning us out
over the course
of the afternoon
feet still wet
waiting my turn
to sing to those passing
brave enough to attend
hands chilled
from the damp
- that extra obstacle
to hitting the right notes
Winding the cords
striking the set;
packed up
until next time
* * *
Lonely drive,
the older troubadour
reflecting on the old ways
the excitement of an invitation,
offered a drink
choices available
mild flirtations ...
#loneliness
#music
#emptiness
529 reads
16 Comments
Rain Or Shine
Relentlessly pelting,
drowning us out
over the course
of the afternoon
feet still wet
waiting my turn
to sing to those passing
brave enough to attend
hands chilled
from the damp
- that extra obstacle
to hitting the right notes
Winding the cords
striking the set;
packed up
until next time
* * *
Lonely drive,
the older troubadour
reflecting on the old ways
the excitement of an invitation,
offered a drink
choices available
mild flirtations ...
drowning us out
over the course
of the afternoon
feet still wet
waiting my turn
to sing to those passing
brave enough to attend
hands chilled
from the damp
- that extra obstacle
to hitting the right notes
Winding the cords
striking the set;
packed up
until next time
* * *
Lonely drive,
the older troubadour
reflecting on the old ways
the excitement of an invitation,
offered a drink
choices available
mild flirtations ...
#loneliness
#music
#emptiness
529 reads
16 Comments
Rain Or Shine
Relentlessly pelting,
drowning us out
over the course
of the afternoon
feet still wet
waiting my turn
to sing to those passing
brave enough to attend
hands chilled
from the damp
- that extra obstacle
to hitting the right notes
Winding the cords
striking the set;
packed up
until next time
* * *
Lonely drive,
the older troubadour
reflecting on the old ways
the excitement of an invitation,
offered a drink
choices available
mild flirtations ...
drowning us out
over the course
of the afternoon
feet still wet
waiting my turn
to sing to those passing
brave enough to attend
hands chilled
from the damp
- that extra obstacle
to hitting the right notes
Winding the cords
striking the set;
packed up
until next time
* * *
Lonely drive,
the older troubadour
reflecting on the old ways
the excitement of an invitation,
offered a drink
choices available
mild flirtations ...
#loneliness
#music
#emptiness
529 reads
16 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Emptiness Published by Members Recently Online