Best Emptiness Poems
With a sigh summer citrine sky turned green
spontaneously into existence.
Autumn's palette adds changes and are seen
to its systematic experience.
Stars shiver in fear on the coldest night.
Voices in the darkness look for refuge;
heaven bound birds gather in distant flight
sailing through winds dusty powdered steel rouge.
The long day is dead; voices won't let me sleep.
Hush. Hush. The voices echo in emptiness.
Whiff of sandalwood lost in shadows deep.
The voices know my loneliness, the nothingness.
Amber encroaches the dawning of morning fight
through window curtains the whitest lace of light.
Where once a caterpillar ceased to crawl
knit into a temporary tomb
a chrysalis shell now lies, empty, broken
observed from above
by the butterfly, now set free
Where once a pine cone lay on the topsoil
awaiting a crucible of fire
tested and tried, but not to perish
releasing its seeds by the wildfire's heat
a burnt shell now lies, empty, broken
observed from above
by the new pine tree, with uplifted branches
Where once a tomb held a broken and torn body
stricken, smitten, and afflicted
awaiting the promise from on high
the disciples gape at the rolled away stone
"He is not here, He is risen!"
saints and angels rejoice in God's master plan
There is joy in the emptiness
//certain pinecone varieties only release their seeds from the heat of a forest fire, ensuring the repopulation of trees after a devastating wildfire.//
Written 10 Apr 2022
Moon is still behind glum clouds
Sullen is the garb of a silent sky
So much like how he feels tonight
Anxious in the night laden in dark
Stars are opaquely hanging listless
Like the glimmer of her grieved vibes
Dimming in saddened teary eyes
Refusing to proffer a happy smile
A chatter heard from birds’ nest
Breaks their muffled silence
Quivering pulse of anguished feelings
Rattling summer’s lavender dreams
Drifting away in coral winds
From fragrant garden’s ruby appeal
A lone bird now leaves its abode
And sits close by, staring at him
Ambivalent of travails it heard
Unsure to yield, unwilling to leave
Bawl of strife’s persistent despair
Slowly fades in decaying night
As moon is starting to pierce dark,
So are the twinkles of distant stars
Waning in purple of rising dawn
Glinting on blush of the tinted arc
Seeing the lone bird sprinting above
Spanning wings in blazing speed
Fleeing emptiness of vacant scene
Much like him… way ahead of him
July 12, 2020
July Na Or Hm Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Hm received in contest judged on 7/14/2020
Contest Name: Completely New (9) Any Form Any Theme
The confusion of the living
With its sad and futile passions;
Is wearing out the people
As a woman wears out fashions.
What men have taken from the many
Is now the property of few;
The commandment not to covet
Is what men now love to do.
The dream of being equal
Would give abstinence from pain;
But they counted all the cost of things
That were not theirs to gain.
The landscape of life's summit
That bathed itself in glory;
Has told us what we now can see
With judgment on the story.
All the banal thoughts
Of self-righteous grasping men;
Never found the satisfaction
In truth written by a pen.
The friends we have today
And those that we once knew;
Are not more than the memory
That we once listened to.
Believe the fleeting moments
Find what they never gave;
For the sins of selfish living
Finds no comfort in the grave.
something feels out of place,
maybe my thoughts are twirling in the wind
- i am just not sure which one, at this moment in time -
i wish i knew. . i wish i could explain it (breathing out a deep sigh)
there is a void, yes- an emptiness here
emotions toss, back and forth -
they don’t seem to have any direction;
none at all
how can this be?
my heart aches and it slowly breaks
yet, i don’t know why
. . something feels different, not like it should be
i just wish i understood, so i could explain it to my heart
___________________
- sometimes, thoughts tangle every emotion -
* a little scribble from the heart *
Author's Note: One should always feel happy, safe and at peace- in the Poetry World. This heart of mine is having a hard time understanding how negative thoughts, bullies and anger, even jealousy can reside in Poetry.
(Always be different from the World)
She sits by herself
on the grains of white sand
basking in the warmth of sunshine
staring out at the sea
while waves of sapphire blue crept towards her.
Tears stream down her face,
another day of emptiness,
another day filled with pain.
This was where they made love
when they first met
under the cover of midnight
and the waves' lullaby.
She closed her eyes
thought erupt in her soul
holding him once more
leaving a calm.
He was gone.
Or was he?
11/6/2018
I feel empty inside,
robbed of its passion: my spirit has died.
It was a deftly theft;
no trace of trust is left,
I am feeling bereft:
and can't shake that feeling; God knows I've tried.
A shadow in the dark,
my soul has lost its spontaneous spark.
Poor invisible me,
I'm a tear in the sea
where no one hears my plea:
while my future looks increasingly stark.
My inner voice goes mute,
when the pain of loneliness grows acute,
and faith's put on trial.
I've not smiled in a while
and it has cramped my style,
fantasies become a poor substitute.
The victim of a lie,
my heart is a place where dreams go to die.
For hope cannot exist
where fantasies desist;
and nagging doubts resist
attempts to trust in love, or even try.
Today I sat in silence gently closing my eyes
Saying goodbye to sounds that makes our world alive
Slowly I started to drift, deeper into an unknown black
Where sound has never been heard, where life also lacked
The deeper and further I went, uncharted by any man
Where silenced echoed it's silence, right back to our future plan
In this void of soundless emptiness, dust particles brushed me so
Prompting me to open my eyes, allowing my eyes to glow
So fortunate I think to myself, being present at the beginning of time
Finding the truth of yesterdays tomorrows, now knowing where man has climbed
I watch the particles spinning, over millions and millions of years
Creating planets we know now, aligned are these magnificent spheres
Gradually I work my way back, enlightened at what I had viewed
Knowing that we are only a blip in time, being here is so misunderstood
So many follow their paths, knowing of their yonder
So today I sat in silence, gladly closing my eyes I wandered
Oh! How I despise dawn’s blushing optimism
and dried hydrangea blooms sepia skinned and papery thin.
Humdrum hands beat doldrums drum.
Why won’t the summer solstice light this darkness?
A gnawing hollow where my heart should be.
Where cinder clouds float in negative space
memories collect like nesting sparrows beneath eaves.
I stray, a waif lost with my armful of loss.
Your death did steal my breath and heartbeat like a thief
while October’s wind trembled aspens like harp strings.
(Ten Poem Titles)
The Corruption Of My Lust For Life
Autumn Side Of September
Mundane Matters Of Mortals
Theft Of My Will To Survive
In Woes And Throes Of Sorrow
A Vanilla Dove
Escape Of The Bluesman’s Song
The Sham Of My Humanity
Death Is The Bane Of My Existence
The Shedding Trees Of Autumn
I am full
Of emptiness
I long for longing
Crave contentment
The insensate pain
Of intangible touch
Indecipherable ciphers
Choreographed madness
Craggy comfort
Of blunt condolence
The decorum of anarchy
Deserted crowds, social solitude
Miles given to intercept steps
At the dawn of abundance
I see only
bones of ghosts
Whose meager admonishment
I forgot to unlearn
Unredeemed
And unrepentant
I am in love
With loneliness.
9/20/19
The silent house
it's mouth firm and shut
the crying eyes
the trails of tears
can't beat the mourning sky
The silent man
locked up inside
he tracks the tears
counts empty bottles
cuts words from yellow
newspapers
In random order
it now says:
"evening chaos car prime-minister"
He thinks this might become
a masterpiece
A lamenting poem about
absolutely nothing.
***
August 18, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
Yes the crystal shattered
It was empty so it never mattered
Saved for a wedding day
Carefully put away
“Just you wait” she would say
But like her heart the pieces were scattered
She was a pretty girl
Smitten by a handsome devil named Earl
Oh how he made her purr
His chest hair soft as fur
Sadly not just with her
To a swine you should never give a pearl
He made her insides sing
Yet it was only heartache he would bring
He pretended his love
was a gift from above
She thought she was his dove
But sadly there would be no wedding ring
Her breasts he did caress
after carefully removing her dress
She had hoped to be blessed
Only body caressed
Oh why was she impressed?
She desired Love but found emptiness
Written January 5th, 2017 for Broken Wings’ Rhyme Content.
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 a shallow shadow, wide..
A null void consumes me,
Sensations have been sucked out, all thoughts flee,
Nothing lingers behind,
Not a word in my mind.
Stark vacuum I find,
A zilch devoid of tender tendency..
A vacancy that tugs
these numb heartstrings, as unfeeling soul chugs.
This life slowly goes on,
But you are dead and gone.
Alone and woebegone,
I struggle with silent shivers and shrugs..
In this vague state, I choke,
Ah! To join you! I await death's one stroke!
To you, my dry tears plead,
In grave's abyss, I bleed,
You're free. I'm not yet freed.
Nothingness envelopes me like a cloak.
01.09.18
Contest: Rhyme me a poem
Sponsor: Broken Wings
When we met you literally swept
me off my feet,
You were a pleasant surprise and
a treasured gift.
I felt in my heart of hearts that
we were destined to meet.
But just like the season’s change
so did our relationship.
You went from a loving man to a
narcissist very fast.
The only person that you truly loved
was yourself alone.
Our story won’t have a good ending
and it will not last.
As I lay next to you I feel so broken
and utter emptiness.
Contest: E Words Challenge
Sponsor: Constance La France
02/11/2023
It’s been three weeks
since I was in the grocery store,
and an emptiness weighs,
as if I’d lost a friend.
The government issued orders
for people like me,
calling it “social distancing.”
“Stay home,” they say.
Going to a place containing what I need--
things like crumbled feta cheese,
or low sodium pasta sauce,
is like being with a trusted companion.
Greeting cashiers by name
makes each spree a social event,
as well as a lifesaving one
that refills the pantry.
My last visit began with an App,
where I selected what I wanted,
and ended when a stranger
put bags into the back of my car.
My larder might be full,
but my heart feels empty--
deprived of its weekly ritual
of hunting and gathering with friends.