Best Nihility Poems
A millstone around my neck and weight about my feet
drag me down so deeply
that I’m being pulled toward something. . .
something from a darkened dream - nihility -
the place to lose chagrin
and then to taste absolutely nothing.
Tropical delights do not swim here
to brighten the dingy water of my plight.
No rainbow fish dart to and fro where murky disillusionment oozes
all around and through me.
I go lower. . . .
But above me, I can barely see a tinge of rose and of blue,
a sparkling distant light as the void below crouches,
tugging at my soul.
Hope, through ocean’s skin,
peeps down at me.
Rays of reassurance come gleaming through
the layers of my gloom’s descent,
and be it from God. . . or from simple human will,
Prospect calls to me.
I feel wonder as gravity relinquishes its hold,
and the restraints around my ankles now fall off!
The millstone is released. Unencumbered, I ascend.
Up, up, up I go -
bursting to exhale and to take into my lungs
a refreshment of sweet oxygen.
A final surge of spirit . ..
and I’m breaking the surface.
The coral glow of breaking day rushes forth splendidly
to greet me.
Categories:
nihility, allegory, hope,
Form:
Free verse
Five years was their prediction of my lifespan.
Approaching forty-five,
I have a lot to show and less to say.
Photography was never my thing
But I have the most impactful photo of the Earth.
a blurry dot in a sunbeam
Six billion kilometres away.
Crawling through space
at 61,500 kilometres in an hour,
I'll soon lose my makers
to the darkness of space;
and meet my maker(s)
in the darkness of space.
But my voyage will not end
as I have a new friend to meet.
In forty thousand years,
I'll see a friend I only know as
AC+79 3888.
through the fringes of our solar system,
In the nihility of space,
I stand as a testament
of Humans, their ingenuity
and mainly of their underestimation
23.3 billion kilometres
That's how far home is.
But I am home;
Just not the one where I was made.
They thought I'll be a small but significant "Voyager"
I think they were wrong.
Categories:
nihility, encouraging, farewell, flying, science,
Form:
Free verse
wakes …
of carnage
widen behind me
shimmering horizon of hope
and prospect
(and falsehood)
now turned cold, dank, dim -
faceless and wan
my poison and err has tainted
the waters, pure ...
things most dear and precious
forever scarred
no redemption or excuse
worthy of the deeds
negligence and mistake now
strewn at my feet ...
massive and black
a chasm opens before me
oh, how soft and sweet, the darkness ...
to dive, plunge
fall deep and down
let it wrap me like the wings
of an angel, forsaken
let it rock me, gently, to sleep
soft and sensuous
the voice that whispers to me
from the inky slate ...
horror, guilt, pain
all gone with one deep, sweet
kiss of oblivion
oh, her gentle voice is yet
warm in my ear
her saccharine breath, a divine enchantment ...
the Great Void awaits -
the blank embrace of nihility
and the ultimate tomb
of all that IS, was, shall ever be
yawns in a parody of the cosmos -
the expanse that has ever
held me rapt in wonderment -
but it glistens not
with the life of the heavens
there is no glint or flicker
to hold the gaze
or measure its draft
no spinning maelstroms or
pulsing strings
just a gaping pit, abysmal ...
and the only TRUE
promise …
of liberty.
~ 7th Place ~ in the "Dance of Death" Poetry Contest, Chantelle Anne Cooke, Judge & Sponsor.
Categories:
nihility, analogy, dark, death, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
It need not rhyme, it need not flow
It need no essence of truth
Just proliferate, exaggerate
And be sure to convolute
With flexous and circuitous jargon, fruiton soon to find
Scholars will praise your erudition,and vilipend the simple of mind
It need not passion, it need not soul
It need not emotion convey
For imperious wordsmiths write verse to cajole
With nothing of substance to say
Just aberrate,divigate, affirm you wish not to profess
Just cloak, conceal, as you disseminate your page's emptiness
It need not sorrow, it need not elation
It not your mind reveal
Words are just wasted with no explanations
Nihility holds no appeal
Exacerbate, exasperate, as fading tales of yore
Leave you unremembered for your words are too obscure
Categories:
nihility, on writing and words,
Form:
Rhyme
The cypress trees at water’s edge hedge an entrance.
We circle senseless, aimless, wheezing from the stench.
We are unprepared for this netherworld mischance,
this lifeless pool without birds where we entrench.
Drawn into the grotto leading to the abode of the dead,
we are alarmed to find the design is quite familiar.
Our handwriting and signatures cannot be misread.
All around our cacotopian creation seems so peculiar.
Dank alleys crowded; COVID corpses decompose.
Back when, we passively handed the reign of power
to a petulant fiendish bully we might not now depose.
His smirking cult spews contempt like a shower.
Meanwhile conspiracy capers cavort clucking tongues,
and we view our nihility specters, seeking our escape.
But this vortex germ befouls the air, attacking our lungs.
Our vertigo fatigue means our breakout can’t take shape.
This is long lost Avernus, the black hole of our making.
Thoughtless, this virus only preys on any for the taking.
Categories:
nihility, allegory, allusion, angst, evil,
Form:
Rhyme
I do not waltz, betwixt this sound,
I cannot descry, your whispered amulet,
Hexed by silence, still I hear your lament,
as other birds chirrup, they too can imagine,
along these osculate words...
I try, to listen to the bells, sedulous nihility,
I want Mozart in my mind, I yell, demused,
I missed my train, another consortium delayed,
From Elysian fields, you call and call again...
Somehow, your words seem true to me,
Sometimes, you know, but you don't hear me,
Someway, the hindrance of my earthly epistles:
The painful, sly and poignant, missive envisage,
docile tones of your tongue, conducts satiny notes,
Palpable facial expressions, lead me on and on,
and the violin of my waltz,
sustains my love,
forevermore....
Categories:
nihility, confusion, faith, family, imagination,
Form:
Diminished Hexaverse
By: Sashi Prabhu (zeauoxian), Written on 18th November 2012.
Loud dins of nihility whirls and twirls around,
Reverberating sharply in my churning mind,
Humming lowly & resonating strange they sound,
Filling my spaces with patterns and frequencies of all kind.
Vacuously locked into blunt spaces my eyes,
Are spiked with ***** scabbards of blankness…
Glimmering tear drops hold tenderness that never dries,
keep fondly trickling out from my eyes with quaintness.
My ear drums swell from within to capture,
Dull shrills of echoes from within me,
“Nothingness” they trap on the verge of their rupture,
Sounds from around me ascend to a higher degree.
My heart beats itself sore,
As “nothingness” it just can’t anymore bear,
Only love and peace can usher in some more,
Feelings of tranquility and life full of softness and care.
me and myself now for sure know,
That “nothingness” can fathoms away keep,
So reflection & solitude, will in my mind sow,
And “nothingness” within me will forever put to sleep.
Now
“Nothingness” have kept at bay,
now within have positivity filled in me,
do not care what they to me will say,
And live my life “nothingness” free.
Categories:
nihility, introspection, life, me, life,
Form:
Rhyme
Lord bless the nihility
of spirit and entity
'cause my mind is pallid
like a deaf actor
in a silent film
but I'm not craven
just frowned and mortal
antique in the name
of a poetic justice
hesitating no more
sleepwalking in time
one of the nervous eaters
I'm the oxygen moron
joining the armies
of heavenly damned
to luminize the libretto
at vanishing point
wounded and mesmeric
never mind the bollocks
whatever they say
I'll always complain
Categories:
nihility, dream, imagery, surreal,
Form:
Free verse
—vanity of vanity, vanity of vanities all is vanity—
Solomon
the mortal leads a life in limited idleness
though, in the antinomy of a noble contradiction,
yet, said, for life’s sake, can be devoted to his own life
as a drop in the ocean, and trying to pay off the debt
which the ancestry tried to pay off throughout hundreds of
thousands of years, yet, not paid off, writhing, with the admirable state
though, there is a cry and breath in the thickened veiled falseness,
yet, he could not deny the falseness to regard as falseness,
he has no courage to hang the affirmation to suffocate,
and for the weakened mortal’s sake, the wind
passes through and carries away a body heat
from the exhausted soul, that preciously holds a dream
that will never become true as is it were cracked harden air
—hold a shovel, dig a hole!
It’s your burial ground—
nevertheless, to the end, no way to clear the debt,
the body is crumbling for the lost breath’s sake, and the cry
that of man closes its eyes in the vanity with the vanities of vanity
Categories:
nihility, life, men, metaphor,
Form:
Free verse
This tediousness of life and all
LIFE: that sinful lady
who gambols and whips her watery gown
and whispers those most secret secrets
whose cosmic kiss dances so infinitesimally close to the eardrum
but never encounter
How it all bores me
this whining, day-to-day existence of nihility
forever to hopelessly and helplessly wander this whispering life
a trivial splatter
an insignificant speck upon the all unimportant commix of man
impatiently awaiting both life and that deathly slumber
A yowling pang of pain that plagues the soul
brought on by some humanly mutual silent rebellion of the heart
some umbriferous desire to veer away
from that road of we to that moonlit path of I and alone
to endure the hail of individuality
and the impeding squall of worldly foreigner
An incessant haunting that shreds the heart
from that honeyed canticle sounding from the stars
which the heart is doomed to eternally hear but never fully be
a swaying, smirking, glossy-eyed, universal promise
that beckons the anima farther and further from animation
and the consciousness close to that miserable fault of misery
So...felicific facades must be withheld
to unceasingly veil the devil beneath each pearly wink
a mere life merely spent in maintenance of jocund fancy
how dolefully and darkly we all seek Heaven
better we learn to take Hell with a smile
Categories:
nihility, deep, life, loneliness, society,
Form:
I wait for the only looming possibility.
We watch as what is ours
fall apart gradually in its hands.
Fading and thinning hair,
weight of memories,
toothless smiles,
increasing wrinkles,
weakened spirits,
I wait, you wait,
for the impending sign, death.
Smelling of slightly misty rain,
the breeze of innocence,
we try to resist it,
holding onto that wispy hair of mundane,
until we have no more spark,
and can only linger,
for that is inevitable,
death.
Slightly cold and wet,
memories slowly disappear,
hair grows luxuriant and rich,
wrinkles are unraveled out,
and it all flourish under its hand,
the hand of an undeniable presence,
death.
Memories disappear,
pain, joy, sorrow, and life are all drained.
We enjoy a moment's felicity,
full of innocence and awe,
youth's endowment and bane,
as the world changes,
becoming captivating once more,
but only for a moment, a bittersweet moment.
It swiftly dissipates into thin air,
and we fall into a dark pocket of nihility,
we crash into threads of an imminent, death.
Into twilight and isolation,
we can still think and hope,
about that bittersweet flashback,
but that moment's bliss became torture,
because it could never be retained, held onto.
The cost of a bittersweet memory,
was longing and emptiness,
as we ache for the past,
vacant and drained reminders,
and finally, accept the uncertain and certainty,
death.
Categories:
nihility, age, death, memory,
Form:
Free verse
The sadness succumbs thy bleary face,
Thou ask Above thy lost vision.
Dusky brimmed with fright and nihility ,
That throng cursed thee as a latent rug.
The steps suddenly split in narrowness to darkness.
Thy world heard only shambles.
Be with hypocrisy and deception of others,
Thy forsaken sense misunderstood.
Howling heart cried and .....begged for compassion,
But nobody listened in thy whispers.
Questions of doubt poured ceaselessly.
Thou forgotten sense deserved no gleam of hope,
Envied others with two sinful eyes,
Thou claimed life with teeming affliction,
Hopeless condition........drowned situation.
Without sense of sight earned dignity.
Thy innocent heart proved thy fortune.
No glimpse of vices...no tormented response,
Thy whole senses agreed into one,
That thy soul concealed goodness of a human.
Categories:
nihility, inspirational, loss, sympathy,
Form:
Free verse
One is not a prime number
But a singularity that stands alone
One and itself in the vast sea of
Numerical complexities
It stands alone, solemn
Edging close to the realm of nihility, of nothingness
Yet, all the same, an infinity away.
Why is it that one is the first number we learn?
The number we begin on?
One is the greatest isolation but
The vastest togetherness
One is individualism, one is monotony
That one unpaired piece
Of spontaneous upholstery
The single unwashed yellow sock,
Underneath the mahogany table
With a lonesome chopstick from Chinese takeout.
One clock hand suspends between 6 and 7
One is the number of strangers at that tabletop book signing.
One remains the vast crowd that sings of peace.
All is one
But is one
All?
Categories:
nihility, 9th grade, books, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
I didn't intend...
for this to be my end
Early on, I had dreams of college
But instead, I acquired street knowledge
High marks in breaking and entering
With masterful skills in cunning and scheming
Caught up!
I didn't intend...
for this to be my end
Creeping and lurking in the darkness
My outer and inner void of lightness
Slipping and dipping around corners
Stability and morality in my feeble state were like foreigners
Caught up!
I didn't intend...
for this to be my end
Now, tricking and cracking for an ephemeral smile
Not living but merely existing like a thrown-away child
Spiraling down into a burning canyon of nihility
Now, shamefully busted and disgusted I am, as I should be
Categories:
nihility, addiction, conflict, corruption, dark,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
In the years of
nineteen-hundred and sixties
in palm of muggy
Mississippi Delta
we would walk around
in thick & bitter air,
we would hide
in denial’s shadow
too witness laissez-faire
across forbidden tracks,
then I, as a child, nine or ten,
would sleep
and dream of flying,
of flying above thick
& blinkered, & pungent clouds
into flare of
greeting nihility,
and as I would awake
for another chronic day
rustlers mounted
jimmy crows
awaits to shatter our rise
Categories:
nihility, america, anxiety, black african
Form:
Narrative