Best Hollowing Poems

Harken...those hollowing drums
Over cold vales so beat,
Exhorting a multitude of glistening 
Star-tipped spears,
As marching over shattered landscapes
In shinning replete:
Crunch Artumes eternal legions
Across the snow bound...

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The Calamity of Nepal  Part  2 Concluded


The crisis of Nepal is not only the result
Of manmade deeds and erratic constructions
Of erecting unplanned houses...

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Love comes in all
shapes and sizes – Thank God!
Myself having evolved in some
rather, undesirable directions...

But what is the same anymore?

Environmentalists say, not the sky!
Not the...

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Abandoned are thine eyes, as they see not faces or light. Search now do they not, for there is no longer beauty in sight. The...

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Shallow-pitched tiled rooftops sparkle vividly
 When lavishly sprinkled with needle-shaped grains  
Of shattered mutton-fat nephrite; 
    There, clinging forlornly against the...

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I see it right there, the subtle changes, 
As you tuck those toes underneath your tights, 
Fighting behind silences and sickening sunrises, 
Contain yourself, you...

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Glancing down from breathless heights,
Amidst climey sighs,
The looming colossus awakens from slumber
And stretches across Thelwalls linear skies.
The hot engines hissing steam -
Recalled from fond memories...

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White swans are lost
Lost in a low tide with
Their eyes focused
Focused in an upward gaze while
Their heavy feathers muddy so
Muddy black and senile
Are forcing that...

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Listen to the following
For it's the story of a lie
I follows the life of a girl who never did try
Choked up and absorbed in self-wallowing
Nothing...

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Echoing against the alpine valley's deepest depths,
In the timbers hear their thunderous voices,
For they are the spiritually liberated, the kindred 
To the restless spirit of...

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It had no name of which I am aware, and it certainly was not of an orange color; but a huge painting across its structure...

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I feel you like a gaping wound,
A great fetid, gangrenous maw
That will never close.
I feel  you eating me alive, 
Your disease,
Penetrating brain and bone
Psyche...

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Within the cold gray stone,
It lives a spiritual humming,
A strumming rhythm of natures
Raw essence.
Breathing rock inhaling, exhaling
As the earthen elemental surrounding
Conscious thought.
Knowledge’s smoothed edges, leave
Reasons...

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Old uncle time has called me
	to the  task; procrastination
	has had its run.
	Now is the time
	and the time is now;
	I must keep on the path
	to...

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My friend AJ and I walked down the street
Listening to music, on Twitter we tweet
Then suddenly I hear the steps following 
And I turn to...

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