Best Voids Poems
as best she can
she tries
to insulate
each gap
of silence
the voids the cracks
with everything she can
anything to blur
the reality
she wants
so desperately
to gloss over
and forget
mindless chatter
most times sadly pathetic
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Posted on March 21, 2021
Don’t go near a vacuum,
Stay clear of empty space,
Don’t look at the dark side,
But watch the full moon’s face.
Don’t fall into a pit,
Or get stuck in a hole,
Avoid incompleteness,
Learn to worship the whole.
Don’t slip into a chasm,
Place your footsteps with care,
And always make sure that
You’re spatially aware.
Nothingness is harmful,
Keep barren thoughts at bay,
Harness your potential,
And you will win the day.
Let your thoughts be whole-some,
Thinking much less like Freud,
But most of all remember to -
Avoid a void ...
I find this day is so hard,
I know I am tiered but the pain of life makes breathing hard.
My heart feels like a void and I wish this life was over
I see images in my mind of dreams that will never be
Of smiling at an infant in my arms that belongs to me
To see the wonder in my child’s face as they run with joy
The images seem reflections from my own youth
The beauty of my daughter as she grows into a woman
The joy wondrous JOY of walking down the aisle, with her on my arm
To watch my Grandchild play at my feet
The tear in my eye and pain in my heart
For what I’ll never have leaves life a void
could be dying tomorrow
Death would be a heart piecing arrow
Fading away from the very core including the bone marrow
I should be dying tomorrow
My smile shines every hour
But its the heart that needs power
Breaking into pieces by agony
I laugh
I laugh so loud
Until the only voice heard is mine
Mine,pain
it has been so intreached in me
As though I am the reason it exists
Mine,anger
I am so angry
I am angry I did not have a normal childhood
I am angry am not having a normal womanhood
Mine,love
Its intense to me
Yet blocked to them
Mine,pain again
I cut it out of me
Now and then
Mine pain again
Its in my bloodstream
I should end the circulation
Blue skin,no breathe
Dreams do come true
Mine,no breath
In tears they are
Its tomorrow morning,
Gasping
Twiching
Suffocating
Am dying
Dying from Mine
Mine pain
Mine anger
Mine love
Mine pain again
Mine pain again
Am dead.......
Its late tomorrow
Pulse...
I re-born.
Tired of the echoes of emptiness that clash against encrypted voids in his wandering mind,
He searched for an escape, a door, a window, or even a perforation in the fabric of nothingness,
His eyes sought the light that would scatter the darkness of the clouds covering his world,
A dying cloud, a rock he was, hardened and molten lava of silent volcanoes.
Stubborn and lifeless, his bound and restless eyes find no rest,
Heavy and toxic breath, trembling and sharp voice, aimless steps,
Bound to trodden paths, committing regretted mistakes in every sleepless night,
Forging trust from disguise, in obscure voids, his heart lies motionless.
Trapped in past and failed ignorance, he waits for time to isolate him from nightmares,
All is hopeless hope, with no escape, a false promise of deliverance,
In the dark void, his dreams unravel, seeking meaning in silent chaos,
Only a lost soul remains, a prisoner of shadow and forgotten illusions.
He waits for time to free him from the clutches of tormenting dreams,
But there is no door, no window, only echoes repeating endlessly,
In perfect silence, only memories find their way, like a pale light,
A universe of darkness where his heart remains captive, without hope.
One more cigarette she tells herself,
one more beer to get her though,
but she falls and she’ll drink more,
the absence of you
crawls awake, into her mindset
the worries of few
could you let her, ever mend herself
could you ever see it through?
'Cause she’ll push and she’ll pull
'till the other is all used
and he’ll leave her, just believe her
'cause what else is there to do?
Mendacities wear smiles made of porcelain with teeth more the stature of fangs which drip poison of an end to which I find myself entrusted; shattering is for the mirrors, and being is the soul’s likeness, subject to the inevitability of atrophy, as even the Universe’s own heart must cease its song, giving way to the passing of each beat, the dying of each note, and the falling from grace of a man’s honor. Those feathers on the floor belonged to an angel once, and now they are but quills used to strike names from the Book of Life and rewrite them into the Book of the Dead, made to dance upon the leaf by the hands of he who would see himself departed before he finds the one thing that will bring him light; one atom seeking another, complete annihilation, oblivion, shards of reality loosed from the cosmos, dustings on the floor, snowflakes on the leaves, glints of history within each eye which chose to see, raindrops alighting the face, a butterfly flapping its wings and giving voice to chaos theories as the tsunami washes away all traces of me within myself and brings to the shore the you and the I. Can you hear it? Rising from this hell are the cries of mutiny, the roars made of words that proclaim “Never shall we give credence to the verdicts of the Fates, that we shall be islands in the vastness of the sea!” And never shall we be alone in the face of voids.
My hands are shaking, not so much trembling.
I don't believe I have anything to tremble for, as of this moment.
They beat back and forth in a schizoid pattern,
Placed in a spacious space in time.
minds fertile
with impressive voids
lost in direction
paths fogged
to truth
Energy scattered
finds our soul battered,
whilst if we’re aligned,
truth of life’s divined.
Let us be precise,
as also concise ~
melding head with heart,
is where we should start.
Making heart steady,
signals we’re ready
to slow down thought flow,
in staid stillness slow.
What then does emerge,
is a purging surge
of heightened rapture,
mind cannot capture.
Thus whence thoughts distilled,
heart’s emptiness filled,
our soul returns home,
back to God’s bliss dome.
03-June-2022
Sitting alone like the rest of my life,
In my eyes I see it, no family, no wife.
Love is on my mind, companionship in my heart
People all around me are happy, my life torn apart.
Depressed, Disrespected, Dis-owned, whatever you call it,
There is a void in my heart, just like an empty wallet.
Meaningless things with no substance at all, might fill it temporarily, but not for the
long haul.
Remember this that cash spends quickly. Then you are stuck with nothing at all.
Love is what I'm looking for and that might scare some away. But the ones that stay by my
side are the real winners today. I'm not the best catch ever, I have my faults and
problems, but no one is perfect there is always a puzzle to solve us.
I'm respectable, lovable and would never cheat, but I'm also a nice guy, so that means
women will use their feet.
To step on my heart and leave it to where it cannot be fixed, But in the end an *******
leaves them even more Vexed. Men and Women are so much alike, neither knows what the
other is thinking. All we can do is go with out gut feeling. But so many times our gut
feeling has been wrong. We pick up the shattered pieces, continuing to where we belong.
On our different paths, we might cross at sometime, It is in these moments we share, That
everything seems fine.
Your hand in mine, your head on my shoulder, not thinking about anything our love is a
boulder, Not moved alone It is sturdy as hell, I'm so glad we are to this point im no
longer empty as well. I need this Void filled and I believe you are the one to do that.
Don't run away at the first true sign of Difficulty. Stand Strong, Be Firm, and Stay with
me as I will do with you.
i’ve never seen out a window ~ maybe you can help describe the scene
said the blind man to Siri ~ asking her to throw light on his life’s dream
a chatbot overheard Siri’s muteness ~ and typed I see what she means
#bonus monoku#
turn your iphone on its side ~ my point of view simply aligns the screen
By
David Kavanagh
Hollows suck deep inside,
Growing strong with every tide,
The mouth of hollow lies below,
Where monsters live and sadness flow,
When I fall, they eat me alive ,
While they dance, I crawl to survive!
Deepened aligning ¬~¬
Cobalt voids in blackened hue ~~~
Celestial royalty ¬~¬
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/space-2.php
Fill all voids with love, oh hermit
All else mere thought construct
Judging neither fault nor merit
Let ego self-destruct
In sync with love’s bliss beat
Our vibrant heart upbeat
Embrace each soul we meet
Head-heart hand in glove
Fill all voids with love
27-September-2022
Quietus