Best Blankness Poems

As we speculate the clear evening sky
Iridescent with gems, which we call stars,
Alive in our hearts stir the endless dream
To unwind and solve the puzzles...

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Once, side by side, they walked the moonlit beach
     in silence- each alone and incomplete
in disjoined worlds- linked only by the...

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Fingers tremble,
like an alcoholic without a bottle.
His pen is graceful in its slumber,
but imprisoned ink desires to be free -
intoxicated by his poetry.

Lips are forever...

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if our story ends
as all stories must
i’d want to
remember
each chapter
unfolding
as i sift through
the pages of
memories past

see fate's
written word
scribe how
we first met
recollect
sunnier times
treasured within
hear in my...

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(For Ryland Matthews' My Darkest Hour Contest)

Blank Tombstone
by Audonus Taylor


A blank tombstone
rests above deceased me,
As I dream of a future
far as any being can see,
No...

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A SENSE OF EMPTINESS 

		Empty I feel inside,
		No emotions left within since you died,
		A black blankness that drains
		a hollow heart remains.
		Shackled to chasmic chains,
		Leftover is...

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A small desire like a spark, I do not know lit from where,
Frenzy of becoming an orator in me did flair;
I watched often, like blackbirds,...

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Strange how it goes, they're waiting their turn
To flood my thoughts, these ideas to burn

Other times nothing, just rack my old brain
Get all pooped out,...

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I cradle and rock him,
He's so fragile a thing in my arms,
So perfect, so innocent,
So unlike his mother.
His mother was broken and wicked,
A being rotten...

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Oh how serene
The silence be
When least expected
And most neglected
Peace and quiet
Is oh so precious
Like a flying bird
On black veiled wings
Its song unheard
But still it sings
Not...

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The dispersed grains of darkness drizzle down silently
from the cauldron of the infinite blankness of eternity
that the sky started to shape at the edge of...

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Previous dawns flock together, 
gather.
The hedgerows accumulate 
with old and new. Sprigs and twigs 
bend under the weight of 
heaping feathers.

If eyes open too soon
then...

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Wretched humanity passing through a space
Chosen to be born Chosen to be mournful
Woven webs with wisps of waste
Here to discover from the arms of a...

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There aint any angels in foxholes,
Jock Grey once said to me.
He was looking at a different scene
Than what we could both then see.

Just tension and...

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The Lord is my Poet
I shall not fret

He notes me down in white sheets of paper
He rhymes my life at all times

He holds the pen
He...

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