Best Vacantly 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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You will find a Zombie or two
 Roaming through a big city,
 They are lost without a clue
 Their drugs have given them no pity
 
 Eyes stare vacantly into space
 They need a fix to get that high
 Of their true selves there is...

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Marooned on the island of loneliness
Shadows of delusion confront me
In a stormy sea, I got shipwrecked
And the sea has robbed everything from me
What unanticipated change comes over
When people let you down
What a shocking realization it is
To know that there is nobody around to care.

On coming...

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Vacantly staring into the night sky
She saw big bellied clouds drifting away
Are they fleeing away from the luminous moon? 
Or mercilessly driven out
After being robbed off everything? 

Once again she looked at her expanding waistline
And felt the pulse of life beating within
It sent a lightning...

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“The Remaining”

PROLOGUE:  “Terra Firma and The Bitumen”


"The slow descent into Hell
Had led Her mind to escape to Heaven
Her firmament was Her Mind
Her body just a Shell"


Heaven for Her existed in The Dream
She called Her dream, “The Remaining”
She called Her hell, “The Bitumen Road”.
It was...

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Mirror of Memories

On my brown bedroom wall hangs an old misty mirror,
with a ghostly reflection staring vacantly back at me.
It’s taunting me and I don’t know why.
Whose melancholy face is it that I see?

That graying woman looks strangely familiar.
I can’t remember where I’ve seen her...

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Huddled in Burton's doorway, head down,
the windblown rain at almost forty five degrees
soaking me from the knees downwards.
Reflecting on the paving, the red, amber and green
from the traffic lights heralded a wave of white from passing headlights,
like theatre curtains opening.
And centre stage stood I.
The clock...

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A wandering spirit glides upon the glistening sea
As the cool air crashes against you and me
The sun is hidden from view by the clouds 
The seagulls crying and flying around

A pleasant sadness filters my soul
It is calm and serene, gloomy...controlled
I lay on the sand, thinking...

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I who have dwelt long
 On the keeping of a vow,
That which is folded into 
  Steel --
And hammered and drawn --
The making and remaking --
Melded and beaten into one,     

Sat now pondering
 Upon all thus whence forged  ...

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A blank screen faces a writer
   Intimidating  
   All that open space
What are the writer's odds?

A blank face stares dully at the psychiatrist
   Unwavering, unblinking
   Unengaged, uncomprehending
Where does the psychiatrist even begin?

A child looks vacantly at...

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As she entered the dingy little house, 
Sarah regarded Ethel and Charles. 
They were where they always were, 
each sat, slumped, torpid
in their own well-worn armchair, 
staring vacantly at the telly.

Neither acknowledges her arrival, 
and she did not announce it, 
the pleasantries were redundant, 
all...

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I wrote this random rap song just yesterday! Have a blast, reading it! :D
"We shall all be like magnets,
Connecting to God's Laws in perfect symmetry 
We shall all shine as the sun,
Glorifying the son of God in perfection and ecstasy 
We shall all master the...

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Hate the feelings of ew's and ugh's...let's pause before we put our paws on this unmanageable cause with silent applause (quiet interest or hushed enthusiasm)
What's the cause of these negative, gross, worthless flawful laws that opens a juzzilion jaws 

I wear the mask of smiles
I...

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There's a breathing room looming 
Around me, vacantly alive but viscous;
Feeling the bitter dead breath
While grating still, fully motionless
Like a thick,pungent mound of darkness;
As the chill runs unto my raw bones...
Nothing satisfies its hideous plight
With eyes wide open, a nightmare
Screaming devilishly at the ceiling;
Restless, growing...

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“Sometimes, a hug can mend a sorrowful soul like mine” – J W M Earnings
What’s the point of sorrow when I have tomorrow to look forward to?
What’s the big deal with people who just don’t want your help?
Is it time to face the fact that...

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