Best Hollow Promises Poems
The year is grey and cold,
And we bid the winter go;
So all the dark and weary world,
Will be purged of blowing snow.
Tomorrow cry the branches,
From out of their sad heart;
My closed buds will open,
With green leaves all apart.
Tomorrow sings the robin,
To pipe her song again;
Her nest filled with eggs,
Warmed in spring's soft rain.
Tomorrow bleats the sheep,
My little lambs will run;
Playing in the meadow,
Beneath the golden sun.
We too wait for tomorrow,
That spring should come to be;
For Him to weave the threads,
Of life's dark destiny.
So all the hearts grown cold,
From life's cruel time and pain;
May bloom all fresh and green,
In Springtime's soft cool rain.
For all the hollow promises,
Of sad and empty years;
Are bringing back to tomorrow's
Joy with no more tears.
When a boy, I was forced to be a man
To large a task, for someone so small
Still when there is love, you do all you can
A minature adult, not very tall
Doing the job, that I was forced to do
To large a task, for someone so small
Happy memories, there were very few
Life was far from easy, trapped in that place
Doing the job that I was forced to do
All of the sadness, I wish I could erase
Won't give me back the days, the childhood lost
Life was far from easy, trapped in that place
You stole my laughter, forced me to pay the cost
All the hollow promises that you made
Won't give me back the days, the childhood lost
Time to forgive, in the ground you are laid
With the hollow promises you made
When a boy I was forced to be a man
still when there is love, you do all you can
All these noises
All these voices
How close are we all
To asylum walls
I curse and I cry
I crave and I call
Out to the shallow
To the demons and dreams in my shadow
Make it go away
Make it stay
This is living hell
This is me in a cell
Empty words
Hollow promises
Sickening
Shallow souls
Searching for the same thing
Where does it end
When we're already bent
Broken and numb
You took my sun
On a far side, the darkest corner of all,
lies beyond a length, a life in enthral,
Always in their rings, the mourning bells,
Oh! but not a sound leaves that torrid hell !
In hollered ire, weeping waves they ride,
a flood of torment, eyes always they hide,
caught in treacherous trap, a soul will subside,
hollow promises they, always in echo inside.
A quest it gleams, for a truth in chains,
cells corrode, in screams those torrent pains,
words they savage, a mind becoming insane,
And in her sacrifice, this game of endless slain.
A slave in use, in their game of relentless greed,
heart moans in gore, where they ruthlessly breed,
ageless dungeon, bound by spell , in lies her unheard pleads,
and without soul or two to grieve, that life slowly recedes.
Form:
You said I wouldn't lose you,
But it's to late now
For I already have
Drifting apart ever so slowly
Why did I even trust your hollow promises?
I should have seen them for what they were
Empty
And a cover-up
For what you were really saying was:
Goodbye
It can't ever be the same
Not even close
I trusted you completely
But you took my heart,
Without careful handling
You dropped it
And trampled and shattered it on the ground
I can't really be angry with you
Only with myself
For being so stupid to ever believe
You could really care that way about me
Now I will pick up the pieces with gentle ease
And fit them back together as best I can
It still hurts at times when I let down my guard
but I'm slowly moving on
Painfully slow
From that place I once was
Of caring for you
My heart is sad, but glad
For what I've realized
Next time I will be more careful
Of who I so quickly place my trust in
Now I can return your farewell
With the same
Goodbye my love
~I believe this one still needs a bit of work, but I decided to post it anyways. :) thanks
for reading
It's all over but the crying
tears fall down like rain
washing away the dream of forever
nothing now left but pain
Hollow promises of what was
a thought and what could be
fantasy is never a happy place
reflections for all to see
My own eyes deceive me
hearing what I want to hear
heartbreak fills the table now
tomorrow is now unclear
Love is suppose to be a wonderful thing
hoping to fill an empty life
but it's just been a terrible nightmare
racked by sorrow and strife
I guess this is goodbye my love
for you will always be
cradled hear in my broken heart
for all the world to see
Form:
Ghosts glide over the footsteps I leave,
Transparent smiles.
Hollow promises.
They cling, sordid smoke around my mind
As I wander my way back,
A heavy heart fighting to beat alone.
Cross the threshold, they evaporate,
Banished by the brave
Who wishes my soul to save.
Follow the warmth that leads to her,
Normal to anyone passing her by
A refined wonder in my mind’s eye
Embraced by a look, that blazes past my walls,
Hands that hold me strong as I fall,
A friend that comes to care before I call.
Together, a bond no entity can break,
Together, light laughs that our spirits make,
Together, my humble heart no longer aches.
For the flower, that blooming, makes me whole,
For the sun that shines life upon my shaken soul,
For the confidence that carries me along uncharted paths,
For the love that washes me in a cleansing bath.
I leave this house, my character content,
Fluttering heart never more to lament.
I leave this house, but reside with my home,
Who holds my heart in hand, however far I roam.
Form:
What is a heart,
Now that it is open;
Freed of lies which so long
Protected its tenderness.
What is a heart,
Wounded and pierced;
A crippled bird
Crying with fear.
Where is the warrior courage,
Where is the strength
To complete the journey
Of a life.
Pain has been thrown off;
Resistance has been overcome
and cut away.
Suffering has been released;
Small, reassuring measures of the past
No longer sustain.
Old dreams have been set free
Relieved of their hollow promises;
Yet now there is emptiness
And fear.
What is a heart, now that it is open;
Now that days of depression,
And sunken pity,
Have been released.
Where is the saving shield;
Where is the warrior’s courage.
Seek as a child turns to God
For love and compassion:
Shield of salvation.
Seek as a man turns to his Beloved,
For truth and honor:
Shield of courage.
Wear that fine and terrible shield,
Folded about as forgiveness,
Held fast with acceptance,
Radiant with the wisdom of ages.
Let this be a warrior’s courage;
A holy trust.
Let it rise upon wings,
Filling the open heart;
Warrior’s courage,
Face to face with destiny.
True love is fleeting,
An embrace with meaning
And momentary feelings.
Love is temporarily freeing,
A close conversation
With just simply understanding.
Truth is hard to find
Like truth, love is painful,
Yet through hurting
We thoroughly grow.
Eternal love is a lie,
I only feel alive thru love
When kissed by
One who is spiritually close.
To always love,
Listen and be there,
Are nothing but hollow promises
And transparent words I see and bear.
Truth be that they
Turn into argument
And the eventual loss of their presence.
True love is ephemeral,
An emotion of affection.
When love causes reflection
It is when loneliness is at its best
And resentment at its worst.
The truth of who I am
Has been revealed in experience,
Yet with this love existing,
Realizing my philosophy on love,
I know I can rest solemnly,
Even with thoughts of thee.
Do images of I appear in her thoughts?
Or simply the fostering of quaint fantasies?
Through all pandemonium paramour is sought
Though warded within profound secrecy
Frantic I plea for reprieve
To recover voluminous wounds
Renounce excuse to grieve
Slaughter the walls of this cocoon
'Tis never known where time will guide us
Underneath the sun she soaked hollow promises
Issuing surreal decrees decayed of trust
To romantic encounters she remains a novice
Genuine amour long since faded
Perennial you've become jaded
Deeply immersed in my thoughts thinking about
the depth of my emotions,
shallow notions emerge to the surface to breathe, but
quickly disperse
My verses are for elastic minds that are able to form
solid opinions,
as the battle between words are intense & deeper
than oceans
The nature of life weighs heavily on my mind as I scale
subjects that are out of the norm,
but social norms continue to intrude taking shape
in many forms
Society's minions deeply engrossed in their servitude,
offer their services in the form of empty words,
but I'm not interested in comprehending these verbs
All talk & no action is what my mind tells me while I
watch hollow promises be rescinded,
as the world slips further into descension
This dimension is odd & in my search for even planes,
I've found the numbers don't add up, but how do I
validate those claims?
The value of sold dreams remains to be seen, but I'm
done looking toward consuming more lies
& as the tithes add up we're just fed more lies
If honesty is the best policy, why is it so hard to shine
the light of truth
when illumination should be one of the goals we teach
to our youth?
Truth is a universal language but it's controversial
& most stay in the box
until the ropes of denial come full circle & ties
Silly ass dame
You Lame plain Jane
Fckng wacked out & insane
Still playin the same game
Even with nothin' to gain
You're the only one to blame
So don't even complain
Sayin you wanna change
But forever stay tha same
Get back in ya in lane!!
Thinkin you so smart
With 3 cells left in ya brain
Dazed out 24/7 from all tha fetty& cocaine
Putting so much faith in hollow promises
That should be taken with a grain
It's like you BEGG for tha pain!!!
Feelin each drop of that acid rain
Burnin through my skin
Down to my skeletal Frame
Tryna act normal & maintain
Ignoring these constant stabbing migraines
Success will never be obtained
Like failure been ingrained
Take every aspect of your life
And rearrange
the past mistakes steady being replayed
Walkin a straight line to Hell
N sht still feel mundane*
I wait for the one who might return someday,
but this "might" deceives me a little more each day,
like a distant song slowly fading in the autumn dusk,
an echo of lost footsteps on the forgotten paths of time.
How long could patience last?
Now I feel that I’ve grown tired of feeding myself with these hollow promises,
like shadows dancing on the walls of an empty room,
where light only sneaks through the cracks of dreams.
If leaving was certain, why leave behind the illusion of staying?
A hope that neither shatters nor comes true,
like a frost flower on the cold window,
melting in the relentless sun of truth.
So yes, I still wait. Perhaps this waiting is nearing its end,
for I am only human, and even I must surrender someday,
like a leaf quietly falling into the river of forgetfulness,
where all the unspoken and lost desires of the heart flow.
you don't even know the meaning, yet you write
you scramble it, squeeze it out
sometimes say it out loud but
you still fail to convey,...
you know the rules, abide the rules
you are ruled by those rules,
you don't tolerate, breaking those rules...
you don't even know the meaning, yet you write
words, hollow promises, and staled up
never willing to be opened up
you thought it will pass with time
but still holding onto it, with all your might...
you don't even know the meaning, yet you write
remember, and write it down, it's stolen
broken, and molten into new thing,
shines up like the moon, only to part away
in a broad daylight, in front of sun...
you don't even know the meaning, yet you write
old age, crawled up thoughts, in the past
you wrote, wrote as you thought,
made a way out, by passing throughout
sigh lets out of your mouth, never fades
that thought, only to be brought, in your
last days, breaths and shaken plots...
you don't even know the meaning, yet you write
Just leave it, as it is, never think about it
it is a hailstone, a thorny throne, you desired it
It's not obliged, on your shoulders, you just write
words with emotions, filling your pride, words
you now know the meaning, to write, to let it slide
Only with vision, shaken emotions, yet you write
you write, to let it out and shout...
Do we not all deserve the sanctity of a blessed and joyous life?
Instead we carry common wounds from the powerful racial knife-
Are we unworthy of intrinsic, sacred, unconditional love?
Hated for our pigmented flesh that the vultures pray on from above-
Do we truly have a voice, preaching freedom from a concealed cage?
Locked up by self-appointed Gods, driven by power, hatred, and rage-
How many more generations will suffer terror, torture, and tyranny?
Silenced and shackled beasts, while wearily fighting for well-deserved dignity-
Who is stronger in character the vulture or the beast?
Buzzing over lifeless carcasses, in search for the next feast-
Do they see the flood of tears, seeping over the bodies buried 6 feet deep?
Families broken and scarred for life, having to accept unjustified defeat-
Have we cracked the narcissistic ego, fighting for peace and demanding equality?
Boldness is the rebuttal, too proud and conceited to ever acquire humility-
When will the corruption, brutality and cover ups cease from heartless men?
Was this the result of hollow promises, in making America great again?