Best Nothingness Poems
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 numbness, walking in nothingness,
I search for his presence.
The chain’s now broken, its brightest link gone.
My Dad was security and so mentally strong.
His mind quick, his wit sharp,
he always inspired my young heart.
Pleasing my Father was to lasso the sun.
In him my pride was first begun.
I picture his hands, legs and arms –
my protector from harm;
wisdom was his voice,
comforting his every choice,
willpower his motto, sureness his step.
He was a man of incredible depth.
Knowing I am my Father’s daughter
is a thought to be tenderly kept.
His final, “I love you” words,
the most emotion I’ve heard yet.
I will miss you, Daddy.
Now and forever, naught will I forget.
I’ll see you each sunrise,
mourn you each sunset.
Images crash around me,
I’d have it no other way
Than your memory with
me each and every day.
The truth was concealed with many branches. Countless
are the days I happily lingered in the comfort of your shade
before passionate winds revealed each of your limbs as too
weak to support natural, core growth. Your delusive roots
cannot grab substantial hold in earth while fertilized by
pretense’s charade. Only hollow echoes resound within your
skin of splintered bark and your shadows of nothingness grow
ever longer.
Under a warming sun, I joyously gave my heart in open palm
to you. At the time, I ignorantly embraced your breadth and
sum, for your apparent beauty preceded your tells of long
developed and craftily hidden inner rot, sure to disease all love
given in deep, steady, heartbreaking spurts. I can no longer
tarry beneath your deceptive branches and chose to depart with
no thought of ever returning, but I leave behind my tender pity to
witness your inevitable withering.
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 thoughts
Against mortal blues of the empty sky
But, alas, you remained
Elusive to sight
Hiding behind shifting clouds
Yesterday, I drove over a hundred miles
Climbed my way to Sunrise Point
Hoping for a close tete-a-tete
You played truant again
I saw a blank
Of nothingness, void
A grey screen of clouds and mist
As snow-flakes flew around
The board before me read
You were somewhere there
Amidst mighty peaks
Right before my unseeing eyes
Doesn't matter Rainier
You are there, I know for sure
Like the Himalayan peaks
I haven't seen
And yet am charmed by their beauty
On calendars, picture-cards
Inherent philosophy
Their height and grandeur speak
Better luck next time
Rainier, you are a teacher
I have now seen
Lofty nothingness, void
Against which I have all the peaks
Of the world that speak
Of Truth that belongs not to things
But to an evanescent dream
That the Lord, whoever He is
Conjures up for stupid minds
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 tree strung kites
that never lived the dreams they thought they might
for something on the wind made them betray --
Thoughts of nothingness…
Cold stars will mock the stillness of their plight
as on a crooked moon their tears alight
to haunt a saddened mist upon the bay
adrift upon a tide that could not stay
but edges ever closer with moon’s height.
Thoughts of nothingness…
©4/19/2022
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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 once-true and strong,
up high my heart it held.
For what reasons, I know not why,
away from me it fell.
So long it's been since last I heard,
words assuring love's not lost.
I fear the worst my universe,
to the "Nothingness" is tossed
If it is to be that way,
how sad I'll truely be.
For that "Love" within my heart,
is truely the only "Love" for me.
Yes, I suppose I will survive,
somehow I always do.
But the happiness I thought we had,
must not have been, meant to have with you.
For a time, I was complete.
This love had made me whole.
Now I stand in "Nothingness"
with broken heart and soul.
At last this long day is done
In the dark I turn inward
Trying to forget
Drifting into nothingness
In deep sleep, no memories
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 of loneliness-
Ceaselessly-
Coupling satiety.
Moldy boughs touching degenerately-
embrace me
For wicked abandon I yearn
Unrestrained anguish I’ve earned.
within nothing,
there are memories
other than your absence
everything,
on the other hand,
is entirely made of
your presence.
~~
at night my spirit,
sinks into sweet nothingness . . .
I seek peace in sleep.
my dreams like falling snowflakes . . .
each an image to treasure.
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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 Tanka,
sponsor, Alfred Vassallo, Judged 09/2014
Second Place
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 you a curveball on a daily basis.
The shocks cause your system to overload.
Too much data and damage and the processor breaks down.
Screaming in need of repair, you fall limp to the ground.
You write a want ad that reads help for beaten, busted, and bankrupted body and soul.
Seeking solace in the arms of a stranger seems like a sound solution.
As you wait by the phone, the only thing you sense is a novel nothingness.
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 a certain grit.
It gives a meaning to the esse,
Sh! Hear the nothingness.
Silence has a lot to say
And shows an unerring way.
It holds answers,
That are as right as lancers.
It makes the erroneous situation redress;
Sh! Hear the nothingness.
It makes a person ablaze,
For 'tis more poignant than a phrase.
Silence is often misconceived as an uncanny situation;
In truth it's a peaceful combination.
It offers calmness and makes the hassle less.
Sh! Hear the nothingness.
Some thinks that 'tis traumatic,
While some thinks that it's erratic;
But though 'tis full of hope and not a runnel,
Verily it's like a light at the end of the tunnel.
It's like an ocean that's serene and pulls me from distress;
Sh! Hear the nothingness.
-Namish
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 nothingness of addiction and loneliness.
But instead, now victorious, I hear the cries of my newborn, Nada, meaning nothing,
As a reminder that my past is nothing, today started when she was born, and tomorrow leads to the fullness of freedom.
To contemplate nothing with something, a Sisyphean task
The mind’s paths, like Escher’s roads, simply double back
To land again in somethingness, explanations lack
Yet our deeper selves know profoundly the nothingness
It’s the void that fills up magically with a loved one’s kiss
5/3/16
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 my manic demons.
Seeing others love and be loved is paramount to torture,
for I've never felt those intimate feelings
and thoughts of suicide seduce my mind.
I've tried; God knows how hard I've tried, but I can't
stave off this deepening depression; I just can't!
Life lost its appeal levying such a heavy toll
on my soul, while death offers the peace of oblivion.
Tears dribble down the barrel of my gun,
pacing out eternity; it feels so surreal.
It doesn't take courage to pull the trigger,
it takes courage not to.
In a flash, it could all be over,
no more pain, no more tears, no more me.
I grip the gun; everlasting peace awaits
in the nothingness of death, all I need do is
s q u e e z e... that trigger!
(Free Verse)
10/2/2018
Who can conceive the void within the great abyss of nothingness?
Before what some might trust as God, or scientific finds?
What's clear to logic's mind, is eyed or touched, or heard or felt divine
Some find such empty thoughts exist, beyond the human mind
I've learned to just be glad I'm here, to ponder, …..not define
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5/7/16
Contest: "Nothingness"
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