Emptiness Poems - Poems about Emptiness

When silence layers silence in deep trance, in the vibrant void of thought cessation, pulse of magnetism causes nodes to prance, this dance divine, our soul’s meditation; flirtation with each blissful sensation. Sans thought, pristine awareness self-aware, in its native element thus stands bare, resplendent in God’s light in heart aflame, wherein with the all-that-is as we pair, we attain clear sight as our...

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time and aging affects us all that's the story convincingly told yet there can appear a healing emptiness in these empty words ...

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there's something missing i don't know what but that gaping hole leaves me feeling blue there's an emptiness within whose silence is louder than its scream ~ a heart in constant search with hunger pangs that have no remedy so night and day i seek for that special something that feels like peace AP: Honorable Mention 2025...

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i wonder if this feeling will pass. if the skin rotting beneath my eyes will become a permanent color of blue, if the bruises on my knees will fade to nothing more then flesh. they say this feeling goes away as you age- im not so sure about that. i feel the agonizing sensation of pain rotting...

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Lost in the world, Trying to figure out a way ahead.. I heard, there isn’t any fixed one! And thoughts want to be engaged in that question. As if that’s the nature wanting me to do. I do shut up, however. And its all full of emptiness. When I am doing something of heart, I forget everything and I am left with no...

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it's the emptiness which in its fullness expresses what seems happening ...

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we dwell in the gap of the unmanifest in ineffable peace feeling blessed wherein poised thus in our natural state bliss teleports us to heaven’s gate...

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Somedays Loneliness comes alone Other days with her twin sister As Emptiness she used to be known They both sit back and talk in whispers And they’re invisible, that’s the major nuisance So you can’t say to them off you go And they can’t stop talking their nonsence About the good old times they used to know And they joke and laugh in...

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the titular touch of sunburst dawn chromatic and moon masked night argentine builds the bud layer...

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what will it be dear, our mind or the heart heart’s the seat of soul and mind the ego with which instrument do we wish to start out of these two, one we’ll need to let go no doubt analytical mind’s useful it helps us to navigate this terrain yet love in the heart makes life beautiful to have the...

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The world once shined in golden hue, But now it weeps in shades of blue. A heart once full, now torn apart, Left cold within the lonely dark. Dark lingers deep where sorrow stays, Sorrow that stains the passing days. Days turn to years in endless rain, Yet time won’t heal this hollow pain. Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious—how...

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I want to rewind and not change, Stay and hold on to the days when your name felt like home. When our conversations were not careful, When love wasn't something to be attenuated, But something that simply was. I'm surviving the silence you left behind, Trying to fill the gaps with memories, Tricking myself, saying time can walk backward, Can undo the unraveling,...

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Amiable and jolly, tireless but fun The unerasable convivial one Appreciative for what you rendered. That is how you are remembered. The fits of laughter that you gave once As we beamed through your simple jest ,     The epicure side of you reminds us of you best. When we relish anything you liked once, Only the moments that can be clinged to, Collection of...

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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...

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i feel like an empty jar, waiting, just for one thing. to be filled. i try to distract myself, to fill the empty space, however, it’s almost like there’s a leak in the jar. each effort to fill the jar, becomes a brief moment of relief, slipping through the cracks, leaving me hollow, wondering if anything can truly fill my jar i search for the sealant, something to fill...

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