Empty Poems - Poems about Empty

The carousel moans to the empty dusk, rusted music haunts brittle air, the laughter has decayed....

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When love leaves, it isn’t a soft rain—it’s a thunderclap, splitting the sky, leaving you standing in the middle of a field with nothing but the echo of what should have been. You become the broken branch, quivering in the storm, a kite lost without its string, floating aimlessly, a disconnected dream searching for home. You forget who you were before love wrapped itself around you, tethering...

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arrive in an empty hollow building (alone no purpose) arrive in a hollow empty building (alone no purpose) arrive in a purposeless hollow building (alone empty) empty in a lonely building without purpose empty mpty pty ty y ...

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Void. A hollow echo in the chambers of the mind. Absence made tangible, a negative space carved into the fabric of being. It swallows sound, light, the very breath it takes to utter it. Emptiness. A vast expanse where connection dissolves, leaving only the cold, hard edges of self. Is it the absence of love? The evaporation of hope? The silence after the last note fades? Or...

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Inspired by a love story Empty tracks without you By Michelle Morris 23/04/2025 I tried to get you out of my head I tried to get you out of my heart But there was no way out for me I was in too deep from the start And even when I tried to leave The ghosts of us would hold me back I feel...

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Empty fridge, blend bananas, Strawberry, and grape, Spinach, Kale, soy beverage, Tantalizing taste ~ No guilty feeling, Promise heart Health!...

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1 Corinthians 1:18 “For the preaching of the cross is to them that perish foolishness; but unto us which are saved it is the power of God.” As I wait for the Son to rise, for hope to soar through the skies for the light of the world to shine so that grace and love are mine… I hear the...

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Demons Surround Beg To let them Become All that I am pull At my feet Drag me along With their hate My hurt So I can no longer turn And see my past Just my future My nothing For they know What I have known For too long That this path Was never mine alone, To be reached By a single soul This path I desired This uncommon path May always remain hidden Without a fellow traveller An uncommon traveller And my...

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It was their choice to stay, wasn’t it? Neither of them said the words out loud, but somewhere along the way, they both agreed that living together in this hollow space was better than letting go, better than facing the emptiness outside of these walls. They stayed because the thought of walking away,...

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I didn't mean to kill her The feeling inside As her eyes go silver Yet I have nothing to hide She was my confidence It's what made me go on They brought it to this Her screams made a solemn song All the others held a smirk As I grasped her lifeless body They wanted me to hurt As I let go of her softly, My confidence...

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(The Hollow City Cycle include: The Hollow City I Remember You -- the city speaks Last One Left) No footsteps echo on broken stone, only wind dragging secrets through dust. The city sighs— its breath made of ivy and rust. Windows gape like hollow eyes, watching nothing, remembering everything. A carousel groans beneath twisted vines, still waiting for laughter that will never return. Billboards fade into ghost stories. Sidewalks...

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Empty. That’s all I feel. I wanna scream, I wanna cry, I wanna feel. But I can’t. I feel so drained. I feel like crying. I feel like screaming. But I just can’t. I’m losing my one reason for living. I wrote him a letter. Those might be my last words to him. That might be the last time I’m near him. The last time I look at him. The...

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The empty rooms await a warm caress, New walls that hold no echo of the past, A future built beyond distant distress. No worn-out sills where sunlight likes to bless, No garden ghosts where happy hours amassed, The empty rooms await a warm caress, Each pristine space, a canvas to impress With hopes and dreams that surely now will last, A future built...

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Sisyphus’ Silence I sit, a silent, carved-out zone, A soul entrapped, unlit, unwhole, The majority’s tide grinds flesh to bone, While others’ feelings wallow, roll In mud that clings, a river’s drone. Sisyphus slumps at mountain’s base, Scowls at the stone, then dares a smile, “Nevermore” hums through empty space, The gods, once loud, now mute, exiled....

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the hole you left in my chest a seed of unknowingness slowly growing across my breast engulfing me and whatever’s left inside this vast nothingness a void devoid of your presence an inevitable evanescence leaving only the essence of longing depressants...

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