Best Emptier Poems
Just say no to sunshine
Trying to penetrate your dark doom
Wrap your black cloud around its fire
Smoother it in your tears, in your grief
In your past trauma
Feel it struggle in your stranglehold
Feel its energy released, drained,
Spent in your grasp
As happiness gasps dying
Drooping, whithering away
Should it rise again to sear your darkness
Murder it
You're so good at feeling hopeless
Why try to feel anything but
Slay it again and again
Every time it swells up in you
Tempts you to believe that it will last
It will stay, it will dwell deep in your heart
Forever
Convincing you with slippery slick sly serpent tongue
To let the big lie slide inside you (again)
Where you tend it, hydrate it, and grow it
Until its even bigger than before
(Really)
Yeah... and you let it fill you up
Lift you
Thrust you gravity free
Ride that rocket to dizzying, breathtaking
Earth shattering heights
From which you know you'll be
Shot down like a rainbow
Stretched over the sky
In a spectacular, sparkling, dizzying
Exploding array of glittering joy
Spritzing the heavens, drizzling down
Coating your heart with sweet, warm
Delicious love
Only to have that scorching light
That blasted you full
Retreat from the depths of your darkness
And leave you emptier than before
Sighing with despair
F___ sunshine
Categories:
emptier, addiction, allusion, analogy, depression,
Form:
Free verse
Gray is gray
Cold is cold
The beginning of winter
The winters hold....
Empty branches
Emptier hands
Living but dying
Without any plans
Breathing; beating....
Seeing
The best that you can?!
Seeing
Being
This barren land....
Gray is gray
Cold is cold
The midst of winter
Your growing old
Drying rivers....
Drier eyes
Another day closer
To the end, of your time!?
Time
Closer....
To the cold, inside
The dead of winter
The death of a life
The death in a world
That is dying; they cry....
Gray is gray
Cold is cold
The end of winter
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The winters, toll?!
Note: A retro repose from the
Winter of 06 & 07, I believe?
"'Love,' Always," John!:) ~
Categories:
emptier, faith, life, loss, sympathy,
Form:
This piece is dedicated with love to J.E. Gauthier, Jr. Active addict and father.
Only by the grace of God may he be saved from the error of his ways.
For years a dark man walked through a seemingly revolving door
Steadily leaving his wife and kids as he searched for something more
Occasionally calling home every now and again
In his voice they could hear the taint of black sin
Back then life on the road meant drugs money and women far as the eye could see
He said he'd never look back 'cuz he was born free
Life grew emptier as he grew older
The drugs grew heavier as his heart grew colder
His four children left behind with no place to call home
From day one they made it in this world alone
For years a dark man walked through a seemingly revolving door
Steadily leaving his wife and kids as he searched for something more
Occasionally calling home every now and again
In his voice they could hear the taint of black sin
Every few years he'd arrive unannounced offering money and a hug
All while using the garage to hide his drug
His spitting image could smell his guilt a mile away
She rolled her gloomy blue eyes in unison with every false word he had to say
Today his girls are grown raising girls of thier own
December came and went
February turned to Lent
On a stormy midnight he still turns to his blue eyed spitting image
As the clouds clear she is again lost in the scrimmage
She lies awake with a bottle of wine in hand
On her mind weighs a dark man
His ways make him lonely and lost
Yet to her death she will fight for him at all costs
For years a dark man walked through a seemingly revolving door
Steadily leaving his wife and kids as he searched for something more
Occasionally calling home every now and again
In his voice they could hear the taint of black sin
Categories:
emptier, peoplewife, home, voice, dark,
Form:
Narrative
I
At this stage
My retirement age
I speak with JWs
Jehovah's Witnesses
I shut my door
quickly before
Now, I'm emptier - stronger -
I converse with JWs longer
II
Fine people, careful about blood
Who avoid transfusions, "blood" food -
For JWs, smoking is wrong
Alcohol - choice - may tag along ...
No hell, rapture, predestination
The big one: anti-Trinitarian
"Theocratic War Strategy," allows JWs to lie
To me and you, on works by Aaron Block, I rely!
III
But why do they choke & bother
That Christ, SENT, is only Savior & Brother
Who did die for humanity's sins
"YHWH only should be worshipped, even in hymns"
And Jesus dare not come again
Once is enough? No clouds, No rapture!
What do JWs gain? They "think" only how they're trained
NOTE: 1.Charles Taze Russell, in the 1870s, developed the Jehovah's Witnesses based on his Bible Classes given in Pittsburg, PA., USA. He was joined in 1876 by Barbour, but JWs used the King James Bible until Nathan Knorr et. al., (JWs) "translated" their New World Translation Bible.
2. Spoken Word churches, inspired by William Brennan, may also be a subject.
Categories:
emptier, america, bible, faith, jesus,
Form:
Didactic
The falling leaves danced
With the randomness of time
And flow of restless souls,
Moving on. Passing-by.
Grayer shades clothed
The dying accent of the setting sun
And in an hour,
You will be gone.
Those sobbing rehearsals
With the rain,
Are but futile train
Of affirmations spoken
Behind the mirror.
I stammered, as the words
Tried to come out;
Although the wind knows
What to shout.
And while you silently crept
In the corridor,
Love went out the back door.
So this time:
Let silence be my words
And tears do the conversation.
For everything here bear your trace.
Your whispered voice,
Grows louder in the emptier space
You left behind.
And in every crowded place
I know, I will always
Find your face.
That even numbness
Can not overcome the pain
Of which, I am to blame.
As I grip your loss
In the recesses of my mind,
I will weep.
For I can't stand
the thought of missing you!
Even though,
You were never mine.
Because, I haven't
Tried.
©Dean Maloloyon
Categories:
emptier, lost,
Form:
Free verse
Every morning is the same,
Standing staring at my frame,
Looks no different from last night,
Flab is still winning the fight,
Scales hate me, sure they lie,
I only ate a small stir-fry,
Willpower waning every day,
Diet falls into disarray,
The healthier I make my meals,
The emptier my tummy feels,
Salad and a few small snacks,
Hot chocolate to help me relax,
For every hour I ride my bike
My body goes on hunger strike,
But when I'm home and my legs ache,
I comfort eat with chocolate cake,
One week on, the scales astound,
I've finally lost another pound!
Although I'm watching what I eat,
I'm sure that that deserves a treat.
Categories:
emptier, food, funny, life, chocolate,
Form:
Rhyme
The warriors sword is sealed as the weeping souls who were taken by his blade echo out across time
and the walk of the warrior is filled with empty strides a quicken pace places distance between his heart and his mind
as each ambition is fulfilled upon angers vice,
his soul becomes emptier than ever and his heart remains cold as ice
he finds no pleasure in watching flowers grow but rather in cutting them down,
for they are flowers and he is sand he remains a prisoner of the blood soaked ground
Categories:
emptier, war, heart, heart,
Form:
Rhyme
"Te recuerdo como eras en el ultimo otono..."
(I remember how you were in the last autumn.)
---- Pablo Neruda
Dawn seems much later --
the nights much longer
than they used to be...
I am achier, and morning light
comes tardy. Our cats and I
are in the house and you, alas,
are not. Missing you,
they mourn, like me,
your touch, your voice,
lightning looks you aimed our way.
The house, the town, the world --
life itself -- are emptier, lacking
your zest, the flavor of your presence --
your voice, your smell, the looks
in your shining eyes. We will go on,
although in ways much changed:
without your laugh, your sneer,
flashes of your ire and then
regretful, rapid calming.
We do, and will, still remember,
these cats, and I, and
we will not forget.
No. How could we?
The void you left
will not be filled and
we will not, will not,
will not forget.
Categories:
emptier, allusion, angst, animal, anxiety,
Form:
Free verse
1am: The clock strikes like bolts of lightning as my brain rapidly
fires neurons creating a torturous play field in my tired mind.
Pangs of loneliness hit me like a full speed train.
My bed feels emptier than the Sahara, colder than Antarctica.
Sleep evades me at this hour.
2am: I am nestling in my bed, tossing and turning, longing for
a restful sleep.
Calmness of impassioned night haunts me in my awakeness.
Wild fantasies flow through my mind provoking my sensuality
as i slide bare legs against the sheets.
I curl my arms under the pillow like apostrophes to imitate
an epic fail pillow talk with my thoughts.
Mulling over love; aching and craving for romance.
My fabric rustles, tugging onto the heat on my nude skin
as my body starves of slumber sweet.
3am: I am my own philosopher.
Taking twisted turns with life’s ironies and experiences.
A late night’s discontent filled with mind blowing debates,
trick questions, mumblings, pointless gibbers and quizzes.
Drifting in and out of the blank, endless room –displaying
sights and seeking answers.
Staring at the ceiling in the vertigo of the night.
Watching the steady accusations of the clock, and the
long gaze of the wall judging and mocking me.
I am plagued by the nagging thoughts, past recollections
roam the noisy streets of my mind.
Sleep still enervates me.
4am: My eyelids remain agape, my mind is agitated but my
soul accepts the enthralling path of uninterrupted
consciousness.
Time drips like a leaking bathtub faucet –flooding my
mind and reminding me of my sleep debt.
Bored, i rummage through my archives trying to dust
off yesterday’s verses and fading rhythms- editing
memories and reciting old poems as the world snores.
5am: The galling sound of my alarm summons my day’s routine
like a clarion call for duty.
My night’s sleep was a failed marathon and i must join the
awakening world with a stone face.
Damn Insomnia!
Categories:
emptier, sleep, spoken word,
Form:
Personification
Why
Did I
Get sucked in
Like a big fish
And play with the clowns
There went my rent money
I'm a laughing stock at cards
My life's a big circus as is
The only poker I know is fun
My
Oh my
See my face
After that loss
I'm at loss for words
My insides are empty
My wallet is emptier
My hair's on fire, I need help
Where is my cotton candy lady
connie pachecho
1/5/23
Categories:
emptier, humor,
Form:
Nonet
A thousand pictures adorn the walls
In a house where the memories remain
If I could make those picture come alive
We would dance and dance again.
Laughter stains the dim lit walls
Music still rings in the air
Quieter now, the feeling still stays
Of the days when there wasn’t a care.
The noisy bustle still hangs in the room
From the days when we all stopped by
And we drank and we laughed, we talked and we danced
Til the moon set high in the sky.
Sun flickers over the garden,
Where we splashed and we played in the rain
Emptier now, Quieter now
In the house where the memories remain.
Categories:
emptier, childhood, family, grandmother, grandparents,
Form:
Rhyme
Start
If someone asked me, “A penny for your thought”
I’ll tell him, “Sorry! It can’t be bought”
The thought process runs like a train
Fed by emotions and nurtured by the brain
Said Swami Vivekananda, “Thoughts have made us what we are”
“Words are secondary, thoughts live and travel far”
Friedrich opines thoughts are the shadows of our feelings
Always darker, emptier, and simpler in all dealings
The quality of a leader is determined by his thought
Said Alexander the Great after the battles he fought
“It’s better to have an army of sheep led by a lion raising his battle cry
Than an army of lions led by a sheep that leaves everyone high and dry”
It is believed that the power of thought is the path to discovery
Never underestimate it, or your dreams will be past recovery
The soul of God pours into the world through the thoughts of human
And becomes dyed with its color that embodies his acumen
Bertrand Russell characterizes thought as subversive and revolutionary
Men in power fear it most as their style of functioning is perfunctory
Thought is indifferent to authority and defiant to the wisdom of the ages
It inculcates the sense of logic to the news around at all stages
The quality of the thoughts decide the happiness in life
Reining of evil thoughts will prevent further strife
We’ve created a vicious world in which we are caught
To change the world we have to change our thought.
End
Categories:
emptier, wisdom,
Form:
Rhyme
I have a secret, the changing of time
Affects me sublime, and opens me to
The changing of blue to this lovely sign
Of which I divine, the moon shines all through
The fog entered into, each step I’m blind
I reach every kind, the walkway is straight
With fall leaves debate, I surely don’t mind
I walk on them to grind, moon won’t abate
The darkness all around depresses me
I can sure see by the sound of the moon
Not a flower to bloom, must be empty
While it won’t be grumpy, surely too soon
I don’t find a regret, where the power
Resides in a tower, while it ensues
I can’t breathe in the blue, it does shower
Moon’s a ray of dower, just what we choose
The land isn’t sound proof, is carries here
The crickets do sheer, and cross barriers
The gut can’t feel emptier, there’s no fear
I grasp the fog’s tear, it cuts like daggers
Russell Sivey
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Form Modified Quatrain
Line 1: ab
Line 2: bc
Line 3: cb
Line 4: bc
Categories:
emptier, life, moon,
Form:
Quatrain
Kiss me until the stitches on my heart dissolve,
and I forget what it feels like to breathe without lungs.
Touch my skin until your fingertips warm my muscles,
and help my blood run smoothly
Your apartment is cold, but your eyes are colder;
emptier too.
Your hands held nothing but bad intentions, not even my own
and as you tossed and turned in-between worn sheets,
so did my mind.
get me out of this bed
give me back my clothes
get out of my head
I know your moves before you make them
your hands, up my thighs
whisper sweet nothings into my ear
bittersweet lies to help pass the time
before the sun splashes into your room in-between the blinds,
reminding me once again
you cannot make a home out of a human.
Categories:
emptier, heartbroken, kiss, lust, sad
Form:
Free verse
Dawn again in this gaol
The jailbirds are imprecisely numbering
One hundred and sixty million
Or more of my countrymen.
The jailors are three hundred and sixty humpty down
And 109 dumpty members up.
You will never see vessels that
Could be emptier.
Empty headed riggers; we never elected
The two other estates of the realm
Are but a sham.
Even the fourth just stroll
Through the corridors
Hoping to be beckoned in
To share of the loot.
They call it national cake.
The ignoble governors are known
For stealing huge funds
And they show no shame;
You can't show what you don't have.
And so nothing works anymore.
Yesterday, Yusuf John stole 23 billion naira
Worth of of public fund.
He was taken to court and he confessed.
The the lead-headed judge,
Slapped his wrist with an option
Of seven hundred thousand naira
Worth of fine.
The thief paid instantly from his back pocket
And walked away free.
Never has there been a country like mine
Never will there be any like it.
Categories:
emptier, angst, patriotic, political, social,
Form:
Blank verse