Best Emptily Poems

Mrs. Robin, busy as a bee
  visits my home's skylight annually
She builds a nest there carefully
  her private retreat, only I can see

She commandeers my yard militarily
  hopping to and fro imperiously
Ever seeking bark or twig assiduously
  to feather her penthouse...

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Vigorously crying, feeling like I'm dying in the midst of mourning under the rain fall and tall mighty trees.
All I can hear is a shout of, "Why God, why did you take him away from me."
The hurt and the loss of it all will always...

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I am teetering at the brim of progress 
The self I spend to be of worth
Is the same self that I had to earn

And to what end? 
I ask,
At what fee?
The ones that stand down do so for free 

And all that’s left is work...

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Selena...Sarah the Sorceress
Russell...the Ghost of Never-land
This year has not been mine
Death laughs at me as he steals my grandfather from me
while I plead emptily for him to take me instead
yet I fail to realize I'm already dead
This sudden move robbed me from my angel
tore apart...

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In the mirror do I see, 
A slight form unfamiliar to me, 
Thoughts and feelings not my own, 
Selfish desires I do not condone or wish to be.  
Alone. 
Just my reflection and me.   

Through the swirling mist and fog I see,...

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I Hereby Salute!


Those were the days........
Uncle loomed in many ways............
More joy at home ..........
With the cards well played...........
Life has become lonely.........
Yet he takes it very cooly.............
Sits tall in his chair............
Undying spirit is his flair.........
In a house emptily........
Adulated by kin many.............
Some shy to express.............
His impartial heart...

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They say that, in your dreams,
  a polar bear represents a reawakening….

And there;
In sight;
With the full moonlight off white in the night;
Reflecting a scene
  of extrasolar plight….

Atop a very tall dirt pillar; a plateau;
Was a dead,
more than half rotted
  polar bear
 ...

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I slipped through the side gate
Into Paradise, the sun shone
And my Shadow Side slipped 
on a golden cobblestone

'What are we doing here
My Shadow asked
I've spent our life planning
Our home in Hell'

'Why won't you cooperate
You know you hate me
Did you get religion
It won't work, you hate...

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the storm has come and gone
leaving in its wake
a nation searching its soul.

decent folk pick up the slain
from debris strewn streets
and lay them to rest in the fields.

though the guns have fallen silent
spoilers emerge from dark streets 
stoking ambers of hate, beating war drums

they bury...

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Sometimes I...sometimes I wish I could combust
burst into flames, spontaneously erupt; magma
Sometimes I...
sometimes I just wish emptily, heavily
I was someone else, something better
but all the wishing I do
there's not a single one that will bother to come true
Should I be grateful or angry
then again angry...

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The changed wind today,
Blows a spontaneous rhythm;
Endlessly on broken chords.
As every He/She pendulums blindingly,
To blend and bend themselves craving for,
Inquest of a roller-coaster joyride inside;
And ultimately is found to return,
Tuning itself in-wards;
On blind voyages from somewhere to nowhere,
From nowhere to somewhere.

For everyone is found to...

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Again
knocking at my door again
knocking down my door again
impatient and swift
a monster in disguise
lies this depression in determined silence
How it rose from the sand and gravel
of the hour glass
how it rose out of time
like an imaginary speck picked from the air
don't ask me, I'm unaware
I...

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Standing silent,stark and black
Its eyeless sockets staring emptily
Over the London skyline
The fiery tomb of so many
Devastated,distraught and dead
Homes that became Hell
Flames roaring hungrily upwards
To devour figures silhouetted  at windows
Their outlines sharply etched
In the minds of helpless onlookers
Their screams to re-echo  in their tortured...

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Not then as mingling personage,
and its resort,
nor as linguistic parsonage
in moments scored!

So also referenced structuring
the church in ford,
oft marks the course in buffering
a message heard!

The sight of Christ, so ruffling
with wonders chord,
all else is stemmed from suffering
within reward!

I know of Christ, not muttering
in daily towards
as...

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I watched helplessly and emptily into the pure darkness 
As i felt it swallow me up
I reached out my hands to grab anything so that i could pull myself back up
But i grasped at the cold air and i realized
I was defeated
My fate was no...

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