Best Hollow Soul Poems
I can't recall the day you left
Empty words going west
~To The West Coast~
My love, my sweet love -- my soulmate
I will cherish our time, with the sun
My love, my friend, my lover
Today we part, on this day June 3rd 15
My love, my sweet love -- my everything
On this day, I will take a long way home
On this day, I will look back and smile
To know it was not a dream
My love, my sweet love -- my true love
With this pen, I write this letter,
My bed now knits a different sweater,
Preparing my linens for darker weather
I want you to know, I'm writing this with a swollen heart
It was never you, it was I who grew apart
Patience kept you warm when I was cold
Every night, I cried, I tried to feed you my dreams
My hollow soul sat like a fool under a heavy cloud
Holding back, the need of proceeding who I was
My love -- please forgive me
I was inconsiderate of us
I would lay without opening the windows of trust
Your smiles I wiped away my faults
However you stayed, you watched,
You meant to kiss and stop the pouring rain
You kept strong, holding my hand,
When everything around my life persisted to perish
You soaked every time I stormed,
I regret when I refused to let you touch the women in me
My love -- it was never you
I was broken before our hearts met
Like a villain and a thief,
You took my diamonds in hopes of seeing them shine again
Your demons found a way into the shadows of my life
Trying to complete what you could not see
You could not feel, still, you believed in me
My dreams, you held me close, loving who I am
My love -- you are the sunrise the sunset
Your limbs kept me up when I would fall
I will miss the touch of light in every stare
Thank you for not looking my way, the day you left
I did not want you to see the mask I used to cover it all
Pretending, I was strong when I was weak
Knowing I had fallen in love with you
Forever yours,
An echo of footsteps fill the serene salty air,
muffled thuds like faint taps in slow motion,
moving in a somber sonata over a creaking pier.
The bitter breeze is a harbinger of forthcoming storms,
but in an empty promenade the silence is soothing.
My anchor heart finds comfort at the sun shimmering,
upon a lullaby of waves calming the senses,
I lose my thoughts, almost forget myself,
as they softly caress moist sands,
sinking deep into trodden grains,
each ripple touching my hollow soul
like messengers of prophecies,
with sweet premonitions of pleasure and treasure,
but some resemble embers eternally burning,
leaving behind a directory of debris,
engraving intensely, as each fragment
weighs me down like burdens from a wreckage.
The mind ponders,
how I am a northern shore
whilst my life is a southern coastline.
What could have been and what will be,
what is mine and what is not,
what I actually deserve and what I have got.
In these internal fragilities,
we are like estuaries without an embankment.
But in this stillness the sunset is evidence
how the end can be graceful.
I gaze towards the ceaseless seas,
wishing the tide could carry me away,
but I am a broken boat left to rot
upon cold sands on a winters day.
Sunday Scribble
Click, Clap, Ego Inflation
They sit behind the veil of screen
thinking cheating is a site unseen
each clap a cheer that was never earned
everyone laughs, for the spotlight is on
shining light on the fraudsters pen
vain deceit
ghostly stats floating in silent scorn
their own applause, no one cares
what is a Baker
if your bread is stale and unsold
your store is empty
a hollow soul
cheaters cheat, they never glow
Feeling catish this morning, surrounded by Zio lies and cheating is easier for me to see when happens elsewhere too, peace be upon you.
Embraces shatter leaving timeless stories
Wrapped in butterfly nets, tied with velvet ribbons
Tangled cob webs and ghost blankets
Restless feelings and Kodak moments
Wasting into forever
Alone, rotting in the pantry
Forgotten happiness buried by sorrows
Telling tomorrow yesterday’s lies
A hollow soul searching for absent pieces
Going nowhere, tires spinning in mud
Falling from grace
Finding no one to catch you
Reaching out clutching entirely on air
Clouds of fog slide between fingertips
Walking through mist, traveling over quicksand
Trying to find light during a Midnight Sun
A solitary fragment in a sea of glass
Hearing the sound of silence for the first time
The empty feeling unarrival brings
Knowing abandonment.
WORK SLEEP REPEAT
WORK SLEEP REPEAT
THE SAME OLD SORRY STORY
THE SAME MONOTONY
EVERY DAY THE SAME
NO FUN NO JOY NO CHANGE
ALL I WANT IS TO BE FREE
OF THIS DAMN MONOTONY
MY HEART HAS NO FULLFILLMENT
I'M JUST A HOLLOW SOUL
GOING THROUGH THE MOTIONS
AS I DIG MY SHALLOW HOLE.
I SMILE ON THE OUTSIDE
HIDE WHAT YOU CANNOT SEE
THAT INSIDE I AM SCREAMING
PLEASE END THIS MONOTONY
I WANT TO STOP THE CYCLE
I NEED TO LEARN TO TRY
TO FIX THE SITUATION
TEACH MY SOUL TO FLY.
IT'S TIME TO FIND THE COURAGE
TO UNDO THIS LOCK AND KEY
AND SOAR INTO THE UNKNOWN
LEAVE THIS MONOTONY
In shadows deep where truth does weep, There lies a figure, veiled, asleep. A hypocrite, with words so sweet, Yet actions cold, deceit complete.
With lips that part in righteous guise, They weave a web of clever lies. Their tongue a blade, sharp and keen, But veiled behind a mask unseen.
They preach of love and virtue high, Yet in their heart, corruption lies. Their deeds betray the words they speak, A hollow soul, so dark, so bleak.
They claim to stand for what is right, Yet darkness lurks within their sight. They judge and scorn with righteous zeal, While hiding secrets they conceal.
Beneath the cloak of false facade, The hypocrite walks, proud and flawed. But truth will rise, the mask will fall, Exposing lies, revealing all.
So let us strive for honesty, And cast aside hypocrisy. For in the light of truth, we find, The freedom of an honest mind.
Story of Afghanistan
The barren land of my birthplace
Green at times but screening a rocky face
Known for thousands of years for its warrior race
Let me tell you the truth,
No one really wanted this “space”.
Up until two lions began prying around
Initially, just fooling around
Afterwards, casting off their cannon sound
Resembling the 6th night of an infant’s fête
Building their castles, and so began the burial grounds.
The lions pledged to crush the other
With a master plan
Dividing the blood brothers
Such was the instruction of the queen mother
As the clans clashed and killed one another.
The chiefs were swallowed by the promise of gold
The mullahs were swapped for the hollow soul
The seniors by the fire recounted and foretold
The purpose for the lion’s vehemence
This story definitely in time will unfold.
The old grew timeworn
Waiting for their young ones to return home
The teenagers free born
Screamed out of their mosques’ domes
Come and join us in this struggle
Faced with the crusaders of the Church of Rome,
But little did they know,
No one will return but the maimed men to a funeral home.
The sturdier lion won the combat
But what has become of my Afghanistan
The wolf in a sheep’s disguise
Has spoiled my jade paradise
My heart denies it but I may have bombed my youthful chums,
This is now a global land-dwelling for bums and slums!
The lion wishes to be unveiled this time
So he promises to take the last dime
After all it pays to cooperate in war crimes!
He roars in a deafening cry
I bring Democracy to this land
With loads of cash in one hand
A whip in the back hand--forgetting the long years of perfidy
I now declare and demand
This is the new Promised Land.
A woman of this realm is exposed with a promise
She is liberated by democracy
Famous on national publications like the story of Pocahontas
She’s affirmed independent and agreed to arise out of the darkness
As the saga is read to the United States Congress
She exhales
And anticipates the lion’s hunger
Waiting for the day when she will be veiled, unveiled, and then veiled again
Not by ordinary men
But by inscription of law.
Thank you for sealing the decree!
A Song !!!
Quiet Sorrow / Silent Tears
I awoke to cold, wet, gray skies,
remembered the pain- your eyes,
a story told – I heard – telling me
of your sad plight- your fight to be.
I closed my eyes to this early mornings rise.
A river of tears – into dream land – from my eyes,
carry my along, your words cry out, why ?
I wonder ?, then I know !, why you have to cry
and cry in silence ( from within ), stifled by fears
- your companion’s throughout all these years –
that have not stopped you, yet never let you be.
They have caged your spirit, will not set you free
from all that your mother and me,
in our infinite wisdom ?, could not see.
I left you to flounder in your mothers sea
of pain, anger, frustration, vindictive hate.
I left you with ghosts- from both of us – to your fate,
without a solid foundation, upon which, your creation
could rise, I left you no hand to hold – be your salvation –
as you grew up in a world, where nothing but starvation
of the soul, spirit, this little Girl, - where nothing could grow –
was the essence of your stifled little world – this is what did show
you a path – to rise above, free spirited, touch the sun, to know,
- there is life, for you, beyond our flaws and my hollow soul. -
that who and what you are
is but a great and shining star
that has – beyond us – gone far
to eradicate – from your soul – who we are,
and no matter what, we can no longer mar
your heart, your spirit, your soul, your star,
for you have risen above ?, to be the woman you are.
B. J. “A” 2
March 7th 2006
And so my Dear, leave the ghosts, us ghosts behind, for your mother and me to live with, and find the freedom that seems to elude you, take wing and do not be afraid to FLY !!!
Love
Dad
In the deep recesses of my mind
There is no easy answer I can find
That answers the question why
On that day you had to die
I'm left alone to suffer in grief
From which I receive no relief
Together we were meant to be
Left alone now, it is only me
Every day as I begin to awake
Hoping your death was a mistake
Sorrow has taken it's toll
Invading my hollow soul
Our love will be forever entwined
In the deep recesses of my mind
The Dog is structured,
Always working to preserve,
Familial ties.
Diligent service,
Loyal to love and country,
Strong yet still servile.
The Bear is nurtured,
A hunter in fair weather,
Useless in winter.
Promises plenty,
But bleeds his own forest dry,
Water, trees and all.
The Maggot is cankered,
A hollow soul and stomach,
Skulking forest floors.
Can only scavenge,
ON the corpses of others,
And their fellow man.
Tears like Rain,
That pour from Pain,
Asking God to Hold Me and keep me Sane......
A Hollow Soul,
And a Empty Vessel,
Is all of me, that Remains......
But yet, Day after Day,
I Stride and Try Hard to Maintain.....
For there's a part of me that wants to stop,
I'd felt as if I we're the Blame.....
Jaded memories of our past,
Left behind a Permanent Stain....
Not even Cigarettes or Champagne,
Could began to sooth the Strain....
Yet the only gain that I received,
Was Great Deal of Chest Pains....
Sadden, Lonely and Vague,
And still my tears, they flow like Rain......
I'm really quite confused
About this thing we love
I'm talking about our poetry
That's sent from God above
Sometimes we write simple words
For all can understand
While others write elaborately
With their dictionary close at hand
Well I've never been a genius
And some words I've never seen
These words just drive me crazy
You know the ones I mean
Some are written to entertain
And some to make you cry
Others tell of forgotten dreams
That's somehow passed us by
Why do we use those Great Big words
To get our meaning across
They're just falling by the wayside
And the meaning we had is lost
A poem can be magical
Even fill a hollow soul
So try to keep it simple
With the words that we all know
Valediction to..
Yet again nature sheds rain,
thunder and lightening strikes as they scream in pain,
the bell tolls the loss of tranquility,
mankind mourns the loss of humanity,
oceans deprived of water,leaves fallen from tree,
infinite hollow soul moves,gloominess hangs in the world are now set free,
dissimilar morning begin with mourning,
morally bankruptcy about to begin,
ethics and emotions already faded,
ones rich in prosperity but spiritually degraded,
where materialism,corruption,prejudice and ignorance at its peak,
the light has fallen asleep,
dead! abstract is no more,
she is alive! love is no more,
once her angel heart filled with love for me,
but now its demon heart has no love left for me,
funeral march on the death of my love begins!
yet again nature sheds rain,
in a vision I saw multiplicity of coffins,
humanity,ethics,wisedom,happiness lying in the wooden box,emotionless scream out in pain
funeral mass approached graveyard and sadness diffused!
earth sings the eternal melancholy song,where remaining happiness disguised,
human having eyes but blind,
a valediction to mankind,a valediction to mankind.
Who are you?-Shared curse.
Marked in malice as vengence burns.
Lost eyes creep the stare of stone.
Breathe fire to speak words that shatter glass.
Let forbidden truth emerge.
Your wicked silence tells the tale of a hollow soul.
You are a product of sickened disgrace.
I need only forget your face.
Bring ease to this wrench I hold.
This is about a jihadi.....who consummated yet another terror attack. But this time he...fell for
a grenade thrown at him......by the armed forces......he is dying now.....and in those very last
moments.......he is reminiscing his life. And what he has been through.......what he has
achieved.....what a waste his life has been......with blood soaked hands.....and soul.......he
dies.......
I lie there dying, with the dewdrops falling on me;
It felt like salt being spread on my open wounds,
My eyes half open, just about to close,
But I will die for sure as this is what I chose-
I can see the smoke rising from the scorching grounds,
It’s wafting from the ashes of my torn heart;
As I recall my doings and it's time to get apart.
My hollow soul went as thin as a waif,
Whilst I continued to slay innocent lives;
Not once did I think of my imminent fate,
For every life I took, got stabbed with a thousand knives!
I see the shadowy faces of the countless I rendered dead;
Tears mixed with sweat and grit from my eyes I shed,
With my own pieces now strewn across the asphalt street-
No matter how much I try, I cannot sew them back,
Red is the hue of blood but Oh look mine is black!
There is a chill in the wind;
And a stench of death in the air,
The smell is nothing new to me,
I have smelled it before with flair
My breath is shallow as I hear the footsteps clear
Marching towards me shouting, “Catch him right there!”
Reveries of heaven were shown to me but alas it was all an illusion;
I continued committing the felonies in delusion-
The walls of hell are closing on to me now,
Parting is my tainted soul with a sad bow;
I take the last breath in, deep inside the lungs
And dove into my harrowing death with a plunge…