I step on the road once again.
The moment I walk,
The music of the past,
The twisted black hole
Swallows me whole,
I step on the road once again.
The moment I walk,
The music of the past,
The twisted black hole
Now spits me back out.
Neither the past nor the present,
I am walking this very moment.
Before the black hole,
There is nothing.
Even if you wish to die, you cannot die.
Even if you wish to live, you cannot live.
We do not know.
Open your eyes.
Close your eyes.
As the Bible breathes its breath
Upon your lips, your nose, your eyes, and your heart,
In this moment, there is no good and evil.
In this moment, there is no man and woman.
The very first cry of genesis:
~Waa-waa~
The swirling sound of the first black hole.
A tiny seed falls upon some planet.
Friction, the laws of action and reaction.
Something is created.
We are
"That which is invisible,
Before the crying of birth!"
You are reading my words.
"This is the beginning of all things in the universe."
How?
You ask me.
What you are asking
Is not asking me,
You are asking yourself.
"Has not the Bible already answered you?"
You are my joy and my pleasure-filled pain
Sunshine mixed with a little hurricane
You are my lovely loss and grievous gain
Freedom mixed with a liberating chain
You kill me with your cruel tenderness
Gentle torment tells of love measureless
I experience such bittersweet bliss
You poison me with your passionate kiss
Grounded in flight, you make me touch the skies
I descend floating in your black hole eyes
You kindle me warm with your frozen fire
I taste sweet agony in your desire
You are my anchor in still-waking sleep
In visible darkness, my heart you sweep
I'd loudly whisper my promises true
It's an open secret that I love you.
11.08.2026
Header
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Contest: THROUGH AESTHETICA
Date:July 18, 2026
MIDNIGHT IN VELVET
In blue midnight she wore deep purple velvet, a crown of thorns in silk,
To meet her love where moonlight cut the dark like broken glass.
Love whispered in the ocean of fear, a tide that pulled and broke,
Two shadows danced while the night held its breath, alas.
Soulmates split by a black hole of sorrow, stars swallowed whole,
Tears fell like rain on velvet, drowning every silent vow.
A single shoe left lost behind, a fit that cruel time stole,
Before we turned to golden ashes, we sang our last song now.
Depression taught me a strange religion.
Its god was absence.
Its prayers were unanswered questions.
Its sacred text
was written in all the things
I could no longer feel.
Anxiety became the high priest,
translating silence into prophecy.
Every shadow a warning.
Every pause a judgment.
Every tomorrow
already carrying the memory
of its own collapse.
Together they built a universe
where meaning orbited doubt,
and doubt devoured meaning,
a black hole feeding upon itself.
I stood at the event horizon,
watching pieces of myself
cross over.
Dreams first.
Then certainty.
Then the simple belief
that I would survive becoming me.
Yet something remained.
Not hope.
Hope was too visible.
Something smaller.
A witness hidden beneath the wreckage,
counting the stars
the darkness forgot to swallow.
My black hole love is aggressive
By nature I am possessive
May be, I’m not that impressive.
My black hole love is permanent
To capture you, I'm not impatient,
but to confine you on commitment.
I said I couldn’t write
for I am an empty pen,
my ink wasted
on letters no one will read.
Torn, crumpled,
fed to the black hole
of a trash can.
Now I write of silence
Etching words into wood
For I have broken my vow with the papers
It isn’t determination,
nor delusion
just a moment,
a fragment that insists on staying.
And still, I write
not with ink,
but with the sharp edge
of a pen
long drained of stain.
Fill the void that sits inside my soul,
take away the cold, restore lost parts and rebuild my core and find a way for me to be whole once more.
Why can’t I exist without you? Each time I try to leave you suck me back up into your blackhole.
Can’t help but love you for the way you make me feel
it’s like a loop of love and I’m stuck in it, swirling around your finger and getting caught up with you once more.
But I can’t help but be a fool for you when you treat me so good yet so bad,
All I ever was is a person you could wrap your fingers around.
And each time I escape you swallow me back up. There is no escape from this blackhole that you have carved into your heart.
LOVE LETTERS FROM A BLACK HOLE©2025 Sara Etgen-Baker
Gravity bends; time stretches, light falters.
Love letters appear through the void;
Written in the language of stardust,
their ink swirls like the arms of faraway galaxies.
Through the event horizon, I write back
penning my heart to you with stardust and hope,
each letter a promise that I will find you
in the swirling chaos where love defies gravity.
I have discovered the truth:
even from a black hole,
love can escape.
In its orbit, we are infinite.
(poem written for BLACK HOLE LOVE POETRY CONTEST, Tom Woody Sponsor)
The time I got from eternity made me a part of you,
as my desire flared like the blazing galaxy of the cosmos,
I was keen to see the day my dreams would come true,
when your love will pull me though the void of oneness.
The sense of yearning came in the zero hour of awakening,
soaring on the dreaming wings of the silenced time,
stalled in my sky where you glided like a consumed star,
its catching cadence created a surreal symphony in my heart.
The rhythm of celestial music harmonized with my essence,
where the ethereal emotions sank in the space of rhapsody
that wrapped you and me, blending us together forever,
consecrated the concept of capturing craving called love.
At the acme of surreal desire of magnetic longing,
the private space between us imploded to nothingness.
Our fused souls then turned into oblivious singularity,
suspended in the deep space of invisible obscurity.
As your captivating allure sucked my psyche within you,
bending my self-control and deforming my sense of time,
I gravitated with my stellar passion at fervent horizon of fusion,
lost myself within your infinite depth of black hole love.
Beauty and the beast, two splendid hearts that beat as one. Beneath
Love's tender embrace, the Prince was destined to find himself again. .
A blossoming friendship happened between the beast and Belle
Castle sized emotions and devotion grew, for she saw what no one else saw
Kissing her with tenderness and shyness he approached her with a smile !
He was transformed into a beast by a mischievous enchantress
Oh the loneliness he felt as a curse forced him to stay within castle walls
Love was the only cure and if it didn't arrive before his 21st birthday, then ?
Each petal would fall inside the glass globe and he and the rose would die.
Love is the fountain of inner awareness, so when Belle arrived,
Only the radiance of her beautiful face made him feel like a Prince again !
Voicing a promise of love, he came out of the black hole of love and entered
Eagerly into her world, filling her with passion, empathy and true love !!!
Gazing the bright constellation in dark skies,
I asked my lover, would you like to be black hole lover?
We will spun into each other’s night—
Two collapsing stars caught in afterglow;
Your eyes, event horizons pulling me tight,
Where my soul folds deeper than light can go.
I whispered into your dark design,
“I’ll free-fall into your cosmic roar,”
Your warmth erupted in the void’s decline,
And in that collapse, we became something more.
She gasped and wondered, will it be a Romeo and Juliet love?
In black hole love, we lose our names and existence,
God has given us one-time precious life to live,
Kiss me, hug me, love me, I will be yours forever more,
Trust each other, shed our egos, become one together,
In this earthly love, our souls will merge and will be happy forever..
My love is a black hole,
silent, vast, misunderstood.
It doesn’t explode. It swallows.
Soft things. Sharp things.
Every memory. Every maybe.
I give and give and still it spins,
pulling everything in without return.
I don’t know where it leads,
only that it holds so much:
letters never sent,
touches never returned,
hope that clings even when hands let go.
People think black holes destroy,
but I know they preserve.
They hide the ache behind my eyes,
keep the laughter I didn’t get to share,
fold time into itself
until it’s hard to tell when I began
or who I was before I started reaching.
There is no light at the centre,
but there is truth.
A gravity made of tenderness.
An ache too big to be named.
And maybe one day,
someone will see the beauty
in a love that deep,
and not be afraid to fall in.
An Indian beauty and nutter:
her eyelashes started to flutter,
her butt in the air
she laid it all bare,
revealing her hole of Calcutta...
Sub Categories
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.