Emptied Poems - Poems about Emptied

...In the days that gradually thin, sprinkled with the last strands of sand, Evening descends upon my old and warm soul, Bony and stiff fingers, yearning for the warmth of the waning summer, As the a......Read the rest...

... ~~~~~ The players were hangin’ ‘round but were all headin’ for a fall, the room was quiet except for the drillin’ in the wall. The curfew had been......Read the rest...

...[Non-Fictional Preface: Fictional Old Folks Home/Apparition] "This is the story of two friends, both considered themselves start-up writers, whereas, one who was a bit more of an upstart,......Read the rest...

...Coping with Agoraphobia well you are basically pent up in your home for me it finally took it's toil my therapist came to my home because I was basically limited spending hours in a room peekin......Read the rest...

..."Robert Frosts', friend, Edward Thomas was an indecisive fellow, until that one day they took the other road Edward wanted, and of course, Robert's piece was not Edward's choice to say th......Read the rest...

...The snow fell lightly facing Tehran the stars all seemed to glow over the Capsien Sea from a heated Indian Ocean beholder of the Black Sea we hadn't battled cold like this an yet a deeply covered war......Read the rest...

...The sun had just risen over town, it was a beautiful morning And outside Baker's new Bakery, a long queue was forming The aroma of fresh baking was lingering in the morning air Words alone can......Read the rest...

... See how the sunlight comes across the table, touching my hand and the paisley coffee cup I emptied earlier, is refilled with a pouring of the same anointing light. I am enamored by ordi......Read the rest...

...BEYONG PAINTNG perceptble poems rhmetically patterned pale lyrical emptied of the obvious coded allusion purified byr precision in inverted dreams of saturated......Read the rest...

...What am I looking for, what am I hiding reunited with my past self, can't help but repent; did I lose myself or am I still finding, hoping for my tomorrow just to escape my present. Masked my t......Read the rest...

... Bare annihilation vanquished before the wind breathed her in. First impressions clear, lasting, only to shred the contract she composed for one. How? Questions that have many ans......Read the rest...

...Is it my fault why I loved you unconditionally? Is it my punishment to live without love, without sweet words, without hugs, Subjugated, powerless to get out of these walls that love for yo......Read the rest...

...SMOKE ON THE WATER Frank Zappa and the Mothers Of Invention Played at their Montreux Casino gig one night But down in the audience, a flare gun was fired Still nobody really knows how it was ac......Read the rest...

...All the shelves been emptied, there are no books left about; Both hist'ries and the words become nothing but a shout. Those in the old paintings that hang, but barely displayed, ......Read the rest...

... Conversation with my hubby: "Wen what day is it?" "It's Monday" "What time is it ?" "9.30pm" "So is it Monday today or tomorrow?" "Its Monday now. After midnight tonight it will be Tuesda......Read the rest...