Best Hollows Poems

“this poem is not about what is written, but what is not written…”

You bring me back to 
Life gently, with small doses
Of light airy love,
Like butterfly tugs.
The gray nothing recedes to
Blooming new color.

Soon you’re my lover.
With overwhelming passion
You shatter the spell. 
I can feel myself
Recovering...

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Gravestones in the park
Scary place when its dark
Empty plots marked by string
Morbid figures trying to sing
Pretty flowers dead or trying
Grace the path on which their lying
Scripted rocks with glowing paints
Must not be read if hearts are faint

withered corpses dance around
acting like their little clowns
comical yet...

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Beware, do beware of all hollows eve,

Many have heard but few understood,

And far far fewer believe.


Once, long ago on that very night,

Came a man on a mighty black steed,

He plodded along through a darkening storm,

Seeking vengeance for apparent misdeed.


He rode to an Inn and soaked...

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I want to go where hollows go
and sink into the earth;
where love retreats to be enfolded
with itself, forever home.

I listen for the stillness,
climb the crags of discontent,
direct my body and my heart
above the wars of make-believe
and to the real ascendant joy
of everlasting peace.

It is our...

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DANCING   WATER  HOLLOWS


The canal water endlessly  moving  from passing  boats 
Creates not waves  but dancing hollows between, 
Moving like  countless competitors in a dance hall
Swirling around  in  kaleidoscopic color.

Hollows waltzing in time to their internal...

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She sees beings resembling her,
in the form of flesh, bones, and blood,
as they criss-cross along the streets,
their talks and laughter echoing inside them,
for they don't have feelings occupying
their hearts.
She's afraid of touching their hearts,
for they might break or shatter,
because they are not familiar to the...

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grand towering limbs 
reach to meet
branches a flourishing keep
twigs to trunks create
a stretch to breathe
crooked seedlings bow in need
live to die, and sow to reap 
sewn together a needle to seam
hand to cheek
a means plunges deep 
moves a steady pulse to bleed
seeping shallows underneath
beating tree...

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All Hollows Eve

Tis now quite close to the midnight hour 
when the Witches and Warlocks take flight. 
Stealing cookies and candy right from your house 
as they soar through the shadows of night.

All the havoc they cause in each room as they sneak. 
Not a...

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When the morning sun glows pale
  and shadow rays slink along the trails
the autumn leaves turn brown
  and one by one fall dry upon the ground;
there is found the well worn paths
  scurry summer creatures quick and fast
readying a winter's nest or...

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Woe the few brave
That fear cowered behind
Waiting to deprave
Till shots rung
Viewed as the addled
We are engulfed
We are only
The silhouette of our substance
We have been formed crudely
By the circumscribe of tyrants
But we will not be deterred
The restrictors will not dilute the glory
Of those few brave who...

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Sitting in the parking lot
	in my truck just wondering
wondering what this day I’ll see
	my coworkers and what they’ll be

many today do costumes wear
	reflecting what they may not be
hidden desires running free
	given liberty on this day

a police woman do I see
	as skin tight uniform of bright...

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Down in Hillbilly Hollow, under the silver moon,
Rustlin' leaves and hootin' owls, playin' a country tune.
Haystacks high, and the creek runs low,
Life rolls by, nice and slow.
Dirt road windin', bend to bend,
Kin and friends 'round every end.
Old guitars strummin', hear the sound,
Laughter echoes, love abounds.
Barefoot...

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In the depths of the hollows
The prominent eye watches
It sees what goes on around
Knows the hearts of man

Russell Sivey...

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A desolate shore reaches,
its gritty scree taunts
a green and tumbling sea.

Breakers slap an
umpteenth juncture.

Kelp sea pods dilate,
foam swirls in the shingle,
barren wombs drink.

Krill churns out
of a sandy dross.

Waves carry their children away....

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The hooded figures hollow eyes glared,
while with his bony hand he beckoned me to join him.
I could feel searing embers burn below,
inside the shadow that surrounded my soul.
I became lost inside this demon's heartless fury.

The circle of fire I could hear it`s call,
it`s haunting beat...

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