Best Nothingness Poems

"Courting the Sublime Significance of Nothingness"



The blue lines ripple like waves
to the right side of the page
vacantly calm 

from the shallow depths 
of the ponderous pond
the words, fast black fins, break the wake surfacing

mute reviews slowly circle the fresh poet treading water
eyes watch below the...

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“Nothingness” 

Words 
lines drawn 
unending

dusk 
to
dawn

characters recognised
transcribed
in the mind 

where voices unheard
plant meaning
wild ivy grows 

and snakelike
moves 
outside the lines

electric 
we become strange
symphonies sublime;

engraved in time
most rocks crumble
dissolve, 

life has no need
for unnecessary 
rhyme

beginning of a sentence
chases the end
catches up, blends in 

swallowing life’s tale
circular...

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Thoughts of nothingness embrace the moonlight
caress the emptiness of pilfered light
drape it across the meadows in dull gray
to light a path for lover’s gone astray --
        as crafty shadows hide their sin from sight.

A distant riffle mourns the...

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All the stars in the sky, 
have fallen from above, 
And rained down upon my world, 
as broken pieces of love. 

Here a piece, there a piece, 
all about they be. 
Like hope, faith, and happiness, 
just broken parts of me. 

I had a love...

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At last this long day is done
In the dark I turn inward
Trying to forget
Drifting into nothingness
In deep sleep, no memories...

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within nothing, 
there are memories 
other than your absence

everything,
on the other hand,
is entirely made of
your presence....

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Alone- wandering in Earth’s bowels-
Nighted caves heave and bellow 
clammy, cold sighs.

Within their antediluvian cores-
I seek the Solace of Despair.

Murky phantoms enchant disturbed minds
Those raped of sustenance, deprived of care

Finger traces in silted thoughts-
Apparition of
corporal artifacts yet remain…
The wandering envelopes me…

O’ lover, my lover
caress me
Caves...

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  ~~

at night my spirit,
sinks into sweet nothingness . . .
I seek peace in sleep. 
my dreams like falling snowflakes . . .
each an image to treasure.



___________________
September 3, 2014

Poetry/Tanka/nothingness
Copyright Protected, ID 09-596-283-03
All Rights Reserved, 2014, Constance La France

Submitted to the Standard contest, Just One...

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Reality slams you hard in the gut.
You move to the left when you should have gone to the right.
The red light suddenly appears and you can't stop.
You are up to your eyeballs in the red.
You are not only broke but you are also sleepless.
Life throws...

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Grow in silence,
That I call a reliance;
In that no one will choke
And break my heart like a joke .
It picks me up from the mess;
Sh! Hear the nothingness.

An escape from the raucous world,
And the stories which are themselves curled.
Imagination thrives in it;
Where the soul feels...

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I disappeared behind his too-white teeth and charismatic falsehoods,
That I clung to with my heart curled around his sensuous, rippling body
My eyes sewn shut lest the picture not fit the frame of my mind's vision
And one more night I would awaken to the hung over...

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Nothingness


Where is nothingness?  Past our universe?
Beyond beyond...past the end of stardust?
No more galactic matter to disperse?
Nothingness...end of ends?  No, deeper thrust

towards light and heaven...if in God we trust.


Sandra M. Haight

~NA~
Contest: Nothingness
Sponsor: Julia Ward
Judged: 05/08/2016

English Quintain: Rhyme Scheme a b a b b



Rules: "Write...

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My mind's in a dark place; there's no light,
and happiness is but a fleeting moment in time.
I'm in pain, unbearable, physical, emotional pain,
there is no cure, no refuge, and no explanation,
only daunting, depressive darkness.

I wear a practiced smile to camouflage my inadequacy 
in wrestling with...

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DEDICATED TO MY FATHER, WILLIAM CASON GODWIN / 1931 - 1998

My voice is weak, my hand falters
As I attempt to speak of my Father.
Each night sleep takes me, then truth awakes me –
My Dad is gone, now dead.
My heart hears this from my head.
Wrapped in...

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I have seen you flash by
Amidst thick green foliage and swaying pines
Like a distant silver dream
On receding skyline
But was never satisfied
For a close encounter I craved

I did then go up
The Space Needle in Seattle
Hoping to have a clear view
Of your snow-clad balding pate
That thought profound...

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