Best Vacancy Poems

I don't have filled spaces.
Nonexisting time lies to me,
making me feel as if I were not empty.
Space remains painfully unoccupied in me.
There is no prince
no poetry or sigh
that a sigh without cause is consequence of passion.
There is no romance or excitement.
Word or song.
Meaning or ignorance.
I...

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In the avalanche, I lost track of my guiding light.
I fled my fireside. I had to evacuate my homestead. 
Driven far astray by frenetic frozen fright,
I was just a cowardly racing rescuing airhead.

The wounded wooden face of my brother
lugged away by paramedics in a wheelchair.
My...

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Red, Black, Yellow - Brown or White
During the day or - late at night
-	When Life is lost
-	It’s too great a cost
No justification can make it right....

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My Ex Husband:-

Lied to me
Was often drunk and violent
Belittled me
Spent all my money
Ran off with my best friend ...


HE’S FIRED!

Position is now vacant

the new applicant needs to be:-

Honest
Teetotal and gentle as a lamb
Stand by me through thick and thin and not put me down
Solvent enough...

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Lying in my bed, it was only after 
Every sound had finished
That I realized the woman was pregnant.
These are hard times for everyone.
What am I suppose to do?
Kick my own mother-in-law out?
It was dark, her breathing was labored, yes.
I figured from travel.
They seem fine now,...

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Inspiration is stymied by these walls
Deeper into a depression she falls

All she needs to do is go outside
And on a unicorn she will glide

The splendor below is God’s great gift
And it feels so free to be adrift

Meadow flowers shine in rainbow hues
A lazy dog is...

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The solidarity of a dark sky
Absence of the torrid light
Coldness into the eyes

Russell Sivey...

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Slowly my world shatters
Unravelling all around me
Inside my heart is 
Cold, empty, broken
I have fallen apart completely
Drowning in the waves of sorrow
Everything I once was is swept away

By Morgan Mise
Written November 13, 2012...

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TATEIAN WHEELS OF LIFE


Twenty Dora-band aids barely cover one of my scars across my chest.  It's my stomach this time. But one hour of reading James Tate makes my mouth curled upward, with an outward breath and smile. Though as morning ended, I thought,...

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~ within the dwellings of the night

               through darkness lies a dim light~

               lost souls wander earth...

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Now is the boredom of winter.
Each day is a lost city;
The lost city of wood is still.
The cold is a chisel,
Cutting deep in the wood;
There is a message in the long grain,
A message for saints.
Tomorrow may be a long day,
A day of plenty
A day of...

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Scattered shelters
Sometimes shine
Into the sadness
Of what is mine,

That gentle touch
Gives some relief,
Just swept along
A phantom beach,

As waves roll in
I feel the breeze
Replace my thoughts
With swaying ease.

At last returned
Into my vacancy....

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I came in yesterday, and
Unpacked my things in the room.
But, I couldn't shake the feeling:
This place will be my tomb.

It's rundown, tattered,
But maybe sort of cozy.
Mind if I look around?
(I'm feeling kind of nosy)

Come to think of it,
I'll probably stay a while.
I'm shocked at how
Quickly...

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VACANCY

My life is like a puzzle,
Riddling my thoughts perpetually,
Overdosing my mind with conundrums,
No solution for this enigma!

Is there someone to...
Reveal my compassion,
To dedicate love to with obsession,
Commitment genuinely in passion,
Jury of executive love in commission.
Seized and confiscated hearts in my possession,
Quilt of soul espionage is...

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In the pitch of midnight black a shining
The stitch of an illusory lining
Weary traveler opines, where is my place?
The eyes go towards well-lit grace

Sheer magnitude of emptiness and yet
Rooms-a-plenty past midnight's rest
Lost, the traveler mused, where is my place?
The eyes go towards well-lit grace

But shines...

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