Best Hollow Out Poems

The Nez Perce Indians who lead lean lives on these knolls and river brooks
have a style of soul that sneaks into the songs of the sun
and plays on the prayers in the patience of their dreams,
they have welcomed us as messengers of revival,
like the Shoshone...

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(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...

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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...

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Sonnets XC-XCVII

Artificial Smile
by Michael R. Burch

I’m waiting for my artificial teeth
to stretch belief, to hollow out the cob
of zealous righteousness, to grasp life’s stub
between clenched molars, and yank out the grief.

Mine must be art-official?zenlike Art?
a disembodied, white-enameled grin
of Cheshire manufacture. Part by part,
the human smile...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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....

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Poems about Poems VI

The Board
by Michael R. Burch

Accessible rhyme is never good.
The penalty is understood?
soft titters from dark board rooms where
the businessmen paste on their hair
and, Walter Mitties, woo the Muse
with reprimands of Dr. Seuss.

The best book of the age sold two,
or three, or four...

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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...

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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...

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Poppycock pulls playfully on a time corrosive steel beam. But a single wine of wait is neither a window nor a wrangler. To attempt to chain a mushy pea is akin to leaping several times over a mustard pot. Voluminous otters greeting pies and a...

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