Best Empty Talk Poems
Don't understand how anyone dares to promise anything
Promises that are difficult to keep
.. gold and green forests -
.. happiness and wealth -
... eternal friendship and love
.. never promise more than you can keep
Some promises will be kept, others not
But, there are unwritten rules
I have experienced how it feels
Empty talk, which I believed on
... simply, stabbed in the back
It's all about sensibility
- remember that a promise is a commitment
05.06.2020
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Categories:
empty talk, conflict, moving on,
Form:
Free verse
Old facade
Museum facelift;
Joy sparkles
~~~~~~~~~
Uneasy buzz
Empty talk ooze;
Juicy bits
~~~~~~~~~
Pokemon fling
Sure strokes sling;
Crazy madness
~~~~~~~~~
Newspaper headlines
Too much noise;
Trade deficit
~~~~~~~~~
Violent protests
Crowds angry now;
Defiance congregates
~~~~~~~~~
Bad news sells
Print run profit;
Violence breeds rape
~~~~~~~~~
White wake
Gloomy death black;
Grief suffocates
~~~~~~~~~
Single rose stalk
Sad parting gift;
Funeral pyre
~~~~~~~~~
End of life
Mortal remains on fire;
Tears for fears
~~~~~~~~~
Sad story slays
Vivid hurts ply;
Cold death curtains
~~~~~~~~~
Flat battery
Car-pool forlorn;
No redemption
~~~~~~~~~
Evening dark
Haphazard debris;
Dreary rain
~~~~~~~~~
Death steals
Seizes soul stuff;
Corpse frozen cold
~~~~~~~~~
Breezy wind
Wet promises;
Crashing madness
~~~~~~~~~
Harbour view
Distant ships moor;
Tentative horizon
~~~~~~~~~
Burning joss sticks
Smoke signals feisty;
Ancestral shrine
~~~~~~~~~
Prayers ascending
Smoky fumes swirl;
Heavenly kinship
~~~~~~~~~
Stormy evening
Wet earth moans;
Monsoon redecorates
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Leon Enriquez
26 November 2016
Singapore
Categories:
empty talk, change,
Form:
Haiku
For a second there
in my lousy little life
there used to be a someone
who made me smile
and to me
I have this rule
Never to hate someone
That once made me smile
******************
But the feeling is inexplicable
When that specific someone
Put an ice cold dagger in my back
fire burning lava in my throat
When I knew a truth that I shouldn’t have
A truth that shouldn’t exist as a truth
And for a second there
In that little lousy life of mine
With my little naive brain
And my heart blinded by kindness
I thought .. I believed more like it
That this someone
Felt back what I felt
Or ever at least shared a thought
******************
But you I thank
You who stood there at that very moment
To show me the light
Out of a dark night
Of fake hopes and false thoughts
To lead me to shore
In a sea only covered by foggy misery
But I tell that someone
That if good ever returned to bad
What bad did to good
Then you would’ve seen a day
Where good is no better than bad
And smartness is not empty talk
Its not talk at all
But beware what a smart one thinks
Or what he does
and fear him most
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The heart beats for two
For love it beats
And for truth
These are my thoughts
I live by them
They live in me
And if these thoughts
Are dumb
I never want to be smart.
Categories:
empty talk, depressionme, heart, heart, me,
Form:
Political debate
Sense and nonsense;
Emotional postures
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Strange faces
Prowling vampires;
Blood bank rapture
~~~~~~~~~
Another field day
Fiery speeches;
Free-for-all postures
~~~~~~~~~
Scramble around
Hustle and bustle;
"Vote for me!"
~~~~~~~~~
Easy promises
Entertaining smudges;
Crazy claims galore
~~~~~~~~~
Witness here
Good, bad, and ugly;
Vote with eyes open
~~~~~~~~~
Empty talk hurls
Acidic vitality;
Bizarre entertainment!
~~~~~~~~~
Floodgates open
Hungry ghost festival;
Be ever mindful
~~~~~~~~~
Be still my heart
Let the truth dawn;
Follow your heart
~~~~~~~~~
Here we go again
Lots of campaigns;
Lacking substance
~~~~~~~~~
Seeing is believing
Hearing is deceiving;
Too much noise
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
05 September 2015
Singapore
Categories:
empty talk, change,
Form:
Free verse
I
Walk
We learn with many a fall
Walk
With Jesus, ye heard the call
Amos said (3:3) "Can TWO
WALK
TOGETHER
Unless they be agreed?"
II
When biblical pastors urge fellow-saints
To grow in their Christian Walk
That is essential, as Paul taught the Ephesians
Otherwise we have empty talk
III
Two scriptures & John 3 :16 are a great START -
I share, humbly, if u wish to enjoy power & peace
1. Read Ephesians chapter 2 for our inheritance
5. Read Ephesians chapter 5 for changes we make ("be drunk with the Spirit of God, not wine," 5:18 & mens' LOVE walk (verses 32-33)
These scriptures will unleash the Promised Power & Peace.
THE DETAILS ARE IN CHAPTERS 1 & 2, and Ephesians 5:8 gives me the Title, above:" For ye were sometimes darkness, but now ye are light in the LORD: walk as children of light." (2016: KJV, Thomas Nelson)
Categories:
empty talk, bible, blessing, character, education,
Form:
Free verse
Weary this world where dirt flings stain.
Dreary the swirl in crude terrain.
Pain seeps through stuff to corrode zest,
Troubles make rough to cancel fest.
Strange is the way of tempest found,
Fear speaks to say with empty sounds.
Hope floods to purge the lonely dark,
Love funds the urge to light a spark.
Easy finds fit with modest grain,
Feel cheery wit edge out odd pain.
Pungent the taste of lousy feel,
Forfeit the haste and live goodwill.
And in these times of empty talk,
Listen for rhymes that joy feeds walk.
End abrupt here with smiles that warm,
Depend on cheer to flesh true form.
Leon Enriquez
29 February 2016
Singapore
Categories:
empty talk, conflict,
Form:
Couplet
(The writer Bourget is discussing the murder of
his friend, Gaston Calmette. Sixte is the hero of
one of Bourget's novels. Proust, another novelist,
lived in the street where the murder occurred.
Sorel was a pre-Fascist philosopher.)
3. Paul Bourget
I wonder why she'd do it? It's unclear,
at least to me, why Calmette had to die.
Unless we penetrate the sleek veneer,
we'll never know the who, the how, the why.
Like Sixte, assailed by Greslou's angry mother,
poor Calmette had to square the circle, and
make heat and ice accord with one another.
One might as well try growing rice on sand.
Perhaps the novelist may be of use.
The fellow Proust lives near, at one-three-three.
He'll know how human nature's an abstruse,
illogical, symbolic pot-pourri.
Or Sorel is the moral. We're not free.
For all our empty talk of Liberty,
our lives are ruled by (could we only see!)
the crude determinist machinery
that novels have. For such lèse-majesté
he got his just come-uppance. Ça suffit.
Categories:
empty talk, history,
Form:
Rhyme
I
Hours and hours of empty talk
filled with the lull of piano, pianissimo.
I felt your passionate words through each
round hole on the cordless telephone,
I drank your syllables, sweet like cranberry juice,
feverish syrup melting my ears.
Our minds met, conversed, convulsed, condemned
us to loving (or something close to it),
and my brain still wrinkles with
what I have yet to say.
II
One kiss in the emptiness,
a full room of sleeping figures,
and we connected through lips and fingers,
beneath blankets that belonged to neither.
And then, you and I became
a wispy, fragile, ambivalent “we,”
until we both found new beds
and lost summer’s paradise.
Categories:
empty talk, lost love, love, nostalgia
Form:
Free verse
Absent minds are proved by empty talk
We are sorry but it doesn’t help us
Empty hearts seem to be among folks
We can cry but it doesn’t save us
Categories:
empty talk, absence, sorrow, sorry, vanity,
Form:
Rhyme
Those river banks were known to me
But, so full of youthful joy was I
That I longed for love and in the gloom
Your exotic beauty caught my eye
Dazzled by your salesman's pitch
Your merry jive and empty talk
I followed you, and how you led
Elan and aplomb in your dashing walk
The days were filled with pleasant trade
We brought lively banter to a weary road
A perfect team, all were agreed
Business was good, laughter flowed
Our future seemed to gleam ahead
As soft silk sheens with expensive hue
We were lost together, but I was found
You knew I'd fallen in love with you
Then a sudden chill came through your eyes
And you left me here in greying strife
Far from home, with no-one to love
Never to be a silk lad's wife
Categories:
empty talk, journey,
Form:
Rhyme
The world has fashioned ways
to put you under me...
I want you to know
that's not the world I see.
I see you as you are
as all that you can be
within a bond
in which both of us fly free.
Let's just be together
in a way that works for both...
birds of a feather
flying where we each need to go.
Anyone who said that life is easy
had his head stacked full of rocks
and the cranium he wandered in
was full of empty talk.
In this real world we inhabit
I can't contain your love...
any more than I could a serpent...
or a flying dove...
so I don't even try.
I love you as you are
like I do a flying bird...
as I do a star...
I see you as you are
as all that you can be
within a bond
in which both of us fly free.
Let's just be together
in a way that works for both...
birds of a feather
flying where we each need to go.
Categories:
empty talk, 12th grade,
Form:
Rhyme
Without the preamble of you
Or the story of we
This is the reality after the show
The stage after the cast calls
The lines within the gory scenes
The truth after defenses
This is it
This is it?
This vast place of insufficiency
This palace built on inconsistency
Empty talk and woozy promises
Desperate lies and hungry wishes
This pain in the truth
The truth that I too let this charade stand
I said march on to the band
So brethren this is it.
Join me to loathe it
Categories:
empty talk, analogy, anxiety,
Form:
Lyric
CIRCUMLOCUTION
Today’s problems seem insoluble,
For empty talk is often voluble.
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NOTE: These two simple sentences, recently overheard in the following way.
I stand to be corrected, but in the world as we know it,
in the present day and age in which we live, the problems
seem insoluble, for want of a better phrase.
No doubt there are those who would contradict me when
I say that perhaps the main problem could be stated bluntly
but succinctly as - many people saying little but being loudly talkative.
Categories:
empty talk, on writing and words,
Form:
Couplet
I think I'll do the wash today so much
Has piled up since. But then the shopping must
Be done, of this I am convinced. How such
Predicaments evolved? I guess I'm just
A lazy cuss who'd rather stay in bed.
Although the chores are pending still, I swear
By all that's holy, never let it said:
I yield my soul to folly. So I declare
Today, I must accomplish first, the wash
That was neglected worse than anything
I started. Now you're thinking, all is bosh
It’s all a bunch of crap, accomplishing
But empty talk, indeed, my friend it‘s so!
My work has been deferred till tomorrow.
Categories:
empty talk, funny
Form:
Sonnet
"Wordplay hides a key to reality that the dictionary
tries in vain to lock inside every free word.”
Julio Cortázar, Around the Day in Eighty Worlds
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eye like reding an righting pooitree
but tu long pooms have a tenacy to dragon
ooh, eye likes pooms magnifloquet
but not highfalutin
with veryabally empty talk, torque
eye luvZ
pooms labyrinthine that twist and turn
with mellifluous images
murmurous
o wait, weight heer is my kitty
called Katy Purry
pspspspsps her kitty kitty
oh yah eye am a catz luver fur sure
now back to riting
eye rites pooms meself woebegone
full of pane and whoa
and sum beautious that aflutter fly
like butterflies that hover in heavenly harmony
and sum that wine like whistling wind
through willow trees
sooo
mal-entendre et sous-entendre
hear and understand
when reding an righting pooitree
oh goshes
did eye right tu long
a poom !
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July 9, 2021
Poetry/Free Verse/all mixed up wit- Word Play
Copyright Protected, ID 07-1369-994-09
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Word Play Poems With Play On Words
sponsor, John Anderson, Judged 07/28/2021
Categories:
empty talk, fun, word play,
Form:
Free verse