Best Hollow Out Poems
(Verse 1)
This cannot repeat or loop around anymore, in my direction,
I've had the wind kicked out of my sails due to depression.
And everyday
I hide away
I'm not displaying
the fight I'm saying.
I'm down inside and sink,
I'm more flipping down than you'd think.
Lost for love and lost for laughter,
facing upto my fears always ends in disaster.
So I'm always down and doubting me,
a desert there's a drought in me,
while rain downpours are drowning me,
the logic's leaking out of me.
A mist hides the positivity
you find in creativity.
From an infant up to those last rhymes thinking I can't do s**t,
so life devoured me.
I need to shake that habit,
'cus this talent aint transparent so I wont bow out cowardly.
I'm wasting my worth,
but have a thunderous thirst,
to rediscover some turf.
Watch me now and you'll witness,
as I drift with the surf,
and wet the earth,
of this desert,
as I p**s on the dirt.
You just heard now watch and observe!
(Verse 2)
I keep trying to fight but everyday it gets worse,
I'm trying to carve out a path, it hurts,
I loop around to where I stood first.
I'm stuck suffering,
but won't let no fat lady sing.
Relapse,
forget the feeling,
I'll just get back to my feet and I'll stand,
because fate demands,
I'll never live it down if I don't rebound.
I honestly promise to be at my strongest,
in fact no impact or test
can crush my chest, ever,
Ima last and never rest
'til I bask that the flag never flew at half mast.
I'll dip and I'll rise like a rollercoaster ride
but I'll never hollow out inside or lose my pride.
I'll battle depressions wickedness with all my witty grittiness
and when I'm knocked down I'll breathe, go again and believe,
with a greed for freedom core and seed until I'm freed.
But that's a wish beyond a series of painful twists,
a thirst to slit wrists through self hatred
overlooked and underrated
but not quenched of desire that'll fire home victory.
Make a mango levitate in water
Look at its surface like a buoy floating
Pretend there's a treasure chest attached below
Peel the skin to reveal pure gold
Hollow out the mango holding a gem.
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The wayward winds, caress the trees,
Branches sway as their leaves catch the breeze.
A storm is coming as black clouds draw near,
The gentle raw of thunder, in the distance we do hear.
Low pressure comes at first and the air seems so clear,
But soon the clouds of gloom, upon us I do fear.
Blocking out the sunlight, in shadow if you please,
Thunder will draw closer and lightening shall then seize.
A rumble then a silent flash, as war breaks out in the sky,
An eerie silence fills the air and our imagination will then fly,
For some this truly is, the apocalypse… judgment day,
But to others, a fresh beginning, they want to go out and play.
Glorious and majestically, lightning strikes again,
If only for a split second, it illuminates our plain.
Thunders rumble clears our heads to let our thoughts just go,
Lightning’s flash sooths our souls if we allow it so.
Soon the air pressure rises and clouds begin to dispel,
Rumbles from the thunder, to the lightening they must have fell,
Birds sing their song, rejoice that the battles done,
We are still standing, another day to have some fun.
But somewhere in the distance, a victim has been claimed,
Natures mighty oak tree, on the woodland floor lays maimed.
Food now for the Mites, ants and woodland lice,
They hollow out its trunk which doesn’t sound too nice.
But in doing so is formed, wood dust to feed the soil,
And the whole they leave to another animal will be a welcome spoil.
A place to shelter, have a home and feed upon the insects,
Have its young, and have some fun, life is so complex.
The oak that fell still had a spell, the acorns upon its branches,
From the spot they touched upon the floor, with only one or two chances,
A few will root and up they shoot a few oaks where once there was one.
So life did thrive and more arrived, nature revived the one that was gone.
Yard Work
I worked with stern and determined face
attention on the end of the rake
the fresh grass and orange leaves.
Out of the corner of my eye
I saw a small bird huddled
fixed against the drain pipe,
its wings tight against its body.
It didn't stir.
I bent closer and
saw the milky film over its dark eyes.
A drape of sadness
was thrown callously over my morning.
I buried it quickly and carefully.
Time to take care to scrape away
the sharp rocks and hollow out a little place
deep enough to keep the dogs away and
with such care
as I chose the final
home for this tiny thing.
It may have been taken away
to make room for another.
While I write this, several
months have passed and my throat
still tightens from the memory.
Sadness and loss is still with me
and with me for all the birds
that fall
from their nests
or the sky
every day
from now until eternity.
I keep trying to fight but everyday it gets worse,
I'm trying to carve out a path but it hurts
and I loop around to where I stood first.
I'm stuck suffering,
but won't let no fat lady sing.
Relapse,
forget the feeling,
I'll just get back to my feet and I'll stand,
because fate demands,
I'll never live it down if I don't rebound.
I honestly promise to be at my strongest,
in fact no impact or test
can crush my chest, ever,
I'm a last and never rest
not 'til I bask that no flag flew at half mast.
I'll dip and I'll rise like a rollercoaster ride
but I'll never hollow out inside or lose my pride,
I'll battle depressions wickedness with all my witty grittiness
and when I'm knocked down I'll breathe, go again and believe,
with a greed for freedom core and seed 'til I'm freed.
That's the wish beyond painful twists,
a thirst to slit wrists through self hatred,
and the positive drive is confiscated,
but don't be mistaken I'll reinstate it,
I aint breaking, this life aint there for the taking,
I'll rehabilitate me inevitably.
OH THE whole worlds come, come all
We fill up the world maritime with soil-
I know that is against natural appeal
Therefore our precious time shall we fritter away;
For where we hollow out the soil from
There shall we leave another sea-
Where then shall we term residence?
But uh humanity come a few, hardly any hands
We lug this edifice down to ground,
And we put a new-fangled one in its place-
I discern that work is trouble-free
For work of the hands of man
Shall never last long into the future,
It can be ruined in a day, any time.
Throw away the thoughts that make
you sad, they will not exist if you leave
them behind, don't think of things
that will stop the light from shining
brighter.
Imagine how long it takes to hollow out a
log to make a vase out of bamboo shoots
in a corner of a dark cold room, surely
not worth the effort of making something
looking beautiful from the heart, but
the beauty of the effort is worth the beauty
that appears within.
Food for thought is food for the imagination
creator of majestic impossibilities possible
little bits of light to shine up a lonely spot
hiding away in your heart.
In case you stumble down the cliff of
memories you should have dismissed
many years back, now leave those
memories, the cliff is being worn down
by the waters of time.
It will now be perfect to give everything
and every one an honorable discharge
on command.
(Move on!)
Let's always be a winner!
A hope we harbored, coveted in youth
Aided then by an awkward innocence,
Or unacknowledged preference for truth
Though honesty was not our competence.
How small and incomplete the world was then?
What little Father taught to us of love,
And what longings remained unfulfilled when;
Withdrawn from matters of the heart, above
An azure sky marked that complacent death.
As all young boys must one day become grown,
To empty out the hopes of love’s sweet breath,
or hollow out one’s life to live alone.
Accept a bitter mist into your lung -
The fairy tales of love have come undone.
The mind grows weary quickly on its own,
Oxygen tastes better shared by two,
And even imperfection finds a home
Wherever imperfections will accrue.
Perspective dawns upon us over time
And beauty blooms in corners we forget
To nurture lest we settle in our prime;
We sought out fairy tales in all we met.
Then at last we have grown enough; touch it
Cloaked in all that dawdy ambivalence –
Love is incomplete! Love is that regret!
Time alone provides this equivalence.
Decide with haste to tear our souls apart
And stitch together this imperfect heart.
Give yourself away
and allow the muse
to hollow out a reed
for the music of the spheres
that longs for your embrace
that longs to play in your heart
that longs to set you free.
Our Daily Bread
Flour, yeast, and milk, a bit of butter too,
and giving it some time to rise,
into a loaf, it grew..
From this mass of sticky flour
will come warm, pillow soft bread.
My body continues its weary work,
as thoughts float through my head.
Looking out my window,
I see the vast and clear blue skies,
my heart fills up with longing…
like dough, perhaps I'll rise.
My arms will grow soft feathers,
my bones all hollow out…
giving me just what I'll need
to fly and float about.
Freedom from the daily drudge,
from burdens and all my cares…
I'll flap my newly made wings
and fly away from there.
Out of this very window,
into bright skies I see…
over the distant mountain tops
to unknown mountain peaks.
Perhaps a place where I could find
A peaceful people who…
give higher value to a woman's mind,
and all that women do.
We sisters of the uterus
We captives of the Moon
We who bleed to create life
Soldiers in stiletto shoes…
...carry more than our fair share
of heavy burdens and the blame…
our bodies are seductive
and so, seem steeped in shame.
These anchors bound to my arms
These binding ties, severed,
when bone turns to hollow straw
and skin sprouts supple feathers...
...then I'll rise like this yeasty dough
and bake in the oven of the sun.
I hear the ding of alarm bells ring
telling me my bread is done.
If there were
only MORAL coins
and no MINT coins
people's would have
conducted sans sins
Sin smeared
Moral coins
would be akin to
Self Demonetised
Unfit coins for trade
good for scrap grade
Pristine Moral coins
would be like medals
glorifying character
Premium coins
best for any trade
It's time to have
NOBEL PRIZE
for High Morale
rewarding uprightness in
socio-political category
It's time, schools have
Honesty, Integrity
as mandatory subject
laying gen-next's cornerstone
of character super structure
Immorality, Corruption is blooming
having 12.months spring season
Corroding roots of Values
How long tree will hold terrain?
With no oxygen, no fruits
how long Society will sustain?
Nursing Roots,
Nursing Morality
ought to be top priority
Else corruption white ants
feeding on cellulose of greed
will disorient stability, safety
and hollow out society timber
MORAL coins or
MINT coins?
Value based society or
Anarchy based society?
Time to mint Chances
Time to make Choices
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© Dr Hitendra Mehta, India
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Hapsburg bailiff Gessler’s hollow kow-tow;
was a farce William Tell would disavow.
A hat on a pole! I'll never bow.
Such disregard tagged him, non-compliant
in a poem told by William Bryant -
William Tell was the one most defiant.
His snub of the snob gave reason to dread
Tell must shoot an apple from his son’s head.
"Now off to prison!" Boss Gessler then said.
Mountain man in prison swallowed his doubt
dreaming of freedom's well-followed route.
Swiss subjection he would soon hollow out.
January 15, 2021
inspired by William Cullen Bryant's poem, William Tell,
Legendary hero of Swiss independence.
Over a million girl in the world
But tens of thousand got curled
A unbelievable amount got hurled
Not many of them pray to the lord
A friend that was once free
All she think about was thee
Her sight was dull as me
Yes she could have barely see
It was all thanks to we
A life without freedom
In sorrow she takes a bottle of rum
Waiting for days to come
To lift her melody gun
And take out her painful gum
Dreadful nights they thought she was dumb
She even build a bomb
To overcome the Stella drums
In the beats she hollow out for mom
And add up her deadly sum
Life is the experience that you just don't get
So bittersweet with all of the love and hate mixed together
Can't seem to get the respect
Seeing without looking hard enough to see that truth
Getting that fulfilled feeling you can't replace
The longing for liberation
For the sweet taste of freedom
Wisdom escapes your grasp
You better hope all of this lasts
One single moment of happiness
One simple truth
There's no win or lose
No final hour
Life is the experience that you just don't forget
The hours,the days ,the weeks and all of the years
That lead up to your life
The magnificent colours you have allowed out into the world
The Little bits of you
Hold on to the pain
Jaded now blue
Let the grief hollow out your heart
Setting you free
Remember about the unknown greats you never got to be
All of the things you never could show
The empty promises made
All of your words start to fade
The dreams have died
You let it slip you let is subside
Turn all of your emotions inside out
Take a breath
Let the healing start
Life is the experience you just must start