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 with each touch,
And primitive rush.
7/1/11
Categories:
hollows, life, love, recovery from...,
Form:
Free verse
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 scary too
watching the dead say goodbye to you
creepy vermin upon the plot
waiting for the next corpse to drop
swirls of fog blocking view
keeps you wondering what corpses do
so entranced by the game they play
leaves you lost, yet afraid to say
digging shovels stand erect
positioned so as to protect
mounds of dirt piled 6ft high
to bury the corpses when they die
because wild wolves like tasty bones
and drag corpse souls far from home
so as we know and always will
unburied bones are never still
Halloween Challenge Poetry Contest
Emile Pinet
11/02/2020
Categories:
hollows, destiny, eve, fate, grave,
Form:
Rhyme
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 to the skin,
Made quite a sight to be seen.
Seems most of his head, had been smashed off and dead,
But his senses were quick and still keen.
The other guests stared as the inn keep prepared,
To make room for the man with half head.
He sized up the game then fiercely proclaimed
I’ll not need a pillow or bed.
I’m looking for men with money to spend,
They’ve stolen my savings and then.
They killed me you see with the limb of a tree,
But you’ll note that I’m sort of not dead.
I’ll find them tonight and cause such a fright,
I’ll make them regret what they stole.
Your reward will be fine if you help me to find,
Those men who took money and soul.
The crowd only stared, froze in fear, looking scared,
When a child from the back spoke his mind.
I’ve seen several men with money to spend,
And blood on their hands you will find.
Take me to them, make haste my young friend,
On your word your reward does rely.
So they set off this pair with no time to spare,
To make right what occurred by and by.
They found the two men, drunk and slovenly then,
Keeping warm with a bottle and fire.
As the pair made their way to the men’s lair they say,
That the drunks and the dead man conspired.
Seems the trick was the boy and the three would enjoy,
A feast most rare and divine.
The ghouls though it seemed made a meal most extreme,
From that child and some mulberry wine.
So beware do beware of those that look dead,
Stay inside stay alive avoid all with smashed head.
Bar your door seal you home till the night takes its leave,
And don’t wander out on all hollows eve.
Categories:
hollows, evil, horror,
Form:
Rhyme
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 destiny, you know.
Its power is unassailable,
our refuge ever there. It is
my sanity, my god-source,
raison d'etre of the being
I elect. And when I wish you peace,
the gods will smile, for they,
too brood and writhe within--
the process of the ages
unbeginning and
without an end.
"There is no way to peace," *he said;
"Peace is the way."
~
*A.J. Muste
(Muste is the founder of our most historic peace organization)
Categories:
hollows, allusion,
Form:
Free verse
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 to tree
a hollow quant and sweet
free will drives the darkness
a gesture to greet
the animal unseen
shadows join in to deceive
the passerby and inbetweens
a hunter to a prey
the profile of trees
dazed in the headlight beams
outline reality as a thief
stealing moments
yet to be
the forgotten trinkets
hang from trees
a keepsake for a figurine
trapped beads concede
to a broken string
fall along the wayside
finding hope is still free
playing content in the wind
chasing tossed debris
gathering leaves
one by on they fall weak
remnant colors in deceit
raise to a scatter
a boundless retreat
content to repeat
the redeeming sweep
Terry D’Arcy-Ryan
Categories:
hollows, beauty, culture, earth, imagery,
Form:
Free verse
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 rhythms
In a constant irregular flux of shapes and positions,
What geometric science calls hyperbolic paraboloids
In countless watery reflections. Dancing figures of eight.
Each with the same rainbow of colors on its edges,
Red and yellow and always with green on the outside,
Lliving reflected imitations of the church colors above.
Yet each is different. Liquidly mobile with endless variety.
God’s informal dance has no rules, just beauty :
Colorful shapes taken momentarily
By wave-hollows. Giant living amoebas with green edges,
And seen with His heavenly microscope.
17 April 2021
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NOTE
Next time you are looking into a river or lake with reflections between the waves, look carefully at the reflections and see how they are arranged by nature into beautiful patterns.
Categories:
hollows, color, nature, water,
Form:
Imagism
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 energetic
impact of emotions.
"Handle With Care" is written on their faces,
every time a song or story reminds them
how hollow they are in the inside.....
Categories:
hollows, humanity, identity, imagery, life,
Form:
Narrative
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 dances, by the old barn door,
Stories told, of legends yore.
In Hillbilly Hollow, hearts are full,
Under starlit nights, life's beautiful.
Categories:
hollows, guitar, music,
Form:
Lyric
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 sound nor a whisper they make.
Flying off on their brooms with your Halloween treats.
The wind howls as it snaps at their capes.
The Gremlins and Goblins rise up around two
through the cracks in the floor by your bed.
Breaking your toys and eating your food
leaving nightmares of sorrow and dread.
The sun is now rising with the cry of the crow
and the rooster sends his morning call.
The Witches, Warlocks and Goblins all have gone home
while the Gremlins stone eye watches all.
All Hollows Eve, another year past.
Let us now toast to the missing and dead.
With one leg of a spider, some dust and some ash........
And a freshly cut lock from your head!
The Applethoughtrotten
Categories:
hollows, childrenhalloween,
Form:
Rhyme
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 burrow
to rest and sleep safe through tomorrow.
Winters cold and chill
fall prey to slumber's pill
here warm, hot summers fade away
and fruit and flowers can no longer stay.
Bee and butterfly have disappeared
and deep blue skies are no longer clear;
It is hard to see the pale yellowed sun
as both spring and summer are undone
with all that remains are cold temps sustained
by cloudy grays as winter gains.
Few lay claim to these now barren lands
with dried grass and naked trees that stand,
there in the pale glows of light
only cricket songs soften in the oncoming night.
A full bright harvest moon
glow brilliant as midnight looms
and a walk in the casting shadows
now comes the last dance in the hallows.
Categories:
hollows, autumn, winter, word play,
Form:
Rhyme
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 rebuked
our transgressors
We are caged
Like animals we stalk
But we are not the egregious they seek
All they are the ones unperturbed
By their forfeited ethical standing
Soldiers that never atoned
For their precarious standing
In the voluptuous kingdom come
Yet we are indefatigable
Yet we will not forget
October 9th,2019
"Give Me Your Best New Poem" sponsored by Emile Pinet
Categories:
hollows, conflict, corruption, destiny, discrimination,
Form:
Free verse
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 strangled my soul.
In a zombie like trance
I joined this ungodly feast, and ball.
Then I danced with the faceless demon beasts.
A stirring wind suddenly blew, chilling my bones.
And emerging before my eyes a reaper appeared.
In a eerie voice he asked me
to follow him through the door.
I said "no, I still have so much life to live."
lightening flashed
and out of the light an angel arose.
"This one is mine!" to the reaper he yelled.
Then whispering to me,
"your time is not at hand, when your ready, into my cosmic realm you will be."
Suddenly the ground shook and tremored
The sky turned fiery red.
and the rivers ran with burning sulphur.
The angel and reaper began to fight and battle.
Their prize...possession of my soul.
then everything went black.
How long I was out I do not know,
but I reawaken in realities world.
Bathing in the shadow of the bright moonlight,
and the curtain sky of stars I could spy.
I asked myself.
was that a dream
or did that really happen to me.
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for dance of death contest
Categories:
hollows, music,
Form:
Narrative
Angry eyes lurk in the forest
Deep within the Deathly Hollows
With unsuspected fervency
And malevolence it closely follows
An apparition from the grave
A vision from nightmarish dreams
With nimble hands that quickly throttles
And icy fingers that stifles screams
None who enters survives this realm
So menacing and devoid of light
In the Deathly Hollows murky mist
Still is the air and cold is the night
Categories:
hollows, evil,
Form:
Rhyme
In the hollows of the night
I lie and face the stars, the things behind the veil
In dreams, I turn from things afar; I feel my soul quake
In the hallows of my night, there in a bar
The shadows man watches, the night pools
In hallows of my heart, I lie and face the stars
The universes mass, something’s floating
Event horizon fading, I’m lying in the automated
Autumn’s breeze, things beyond
A nightmares gallop, skeletal things ride upon
In the hollows of the night, there is a bar
Shadows walk in the neon rain
In the shallows of my soul
I feel my soul break
Creation amasses along horizons, seems
In the autumn breeze
Automatic and serene!
Categories:
hollows, art, creation, dark, deep,
Form:
Free verse
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 blue
with the skirt so very short
bright brass buttons call to me
around the corner in the breakroom
wonder woman do I see
with assets so exposed
heart attacks in older men
Minnie mouse does scurry by
big black ears and tail so thin
rushing by down the hall
very quickly lost from sight
a vampire too soon appear
Cape of black but bright red hair
flowing sleeves with fancy cuffs
going to the microwaves
skeleton of glowing green
bones that rattle so fiercely
sitting down food to eat
and I wonder what I will see
candy flows everywhere
chocolate coated everything
endless calories without need
with fond abandoned are consumed
as I sit with pen and write
my Muse is flittering somewhere nearby
ideas thrown upon the breeze
and I wonder what to write
Categories:
hollows, poetry,
Form:
Free verse