Empty Handed Poems - Poems about Empty Handed

The enthusiastic logastellus, empty handed yet so scripturient; Try to write it feels incoherent, without words there is no audience; Plagued with a poor vocabulary, madness fills an overactive mind; First line leaves that soul unsatisfied, not able to capture a writer’s quiddity; You can sit warm yourself by the fire believing the Muse comes on command; When will raw emotion understand it...

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Your fabrications are all that ring true; You do what you do holding a motive; That bawdy neon sign reads ‘Ballyhoo’. Why am I attracted to corrosive? Patchwork display of broken art you drew, complete picture is the gift that I give; I can’t do artificially flavored unable to stomach empty handed....

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How many owls can I hold? I wondered as they appeared. They were perched on each limb as the night rider neared. I cannot handle this volume, the night rider said in a mean way. But we promised them you would, I said. My mood was gray. You should have asked first, the night rider said in a snippy...

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When I was younger I had an answer for everyone and everything A word of wisdom or encouragement for every situation But the longer I live the less I have to give Not sure whether I ran out of words along the way simply spent my share or whether, sometimes, there are no words left for anyone to say Yes, the longer I live the less I seem to have to give Oh I...

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I reach, stretching for that elusive brass ring, holding onto what I believe is my dream Sitting there beyond the giraffe and the zebra, shining for those smiling riders holding it in their hands I watch, still stretching as the glow beckons from their fingers, small shavings of light Teasing me as I go around again and again, stuck to cotton candy remnants on a popcorn...

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You called me handsome, I don't have a red cent in my hand!...

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Demanded and Empty-Handed On themselves, so much they had demanded But from Olympics came home empty-handed After all of the sincere effort they had put in; In four years, will have to do it over again. Many things we all may have to face If you finished either fourth or fifth place A medal might never be in your sight And will pray...

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Stranded in a dream Unraveling at the seams Chasing never ending screams Followed by hollowed empty trees Swaying in the wind Searching for something I'll never find Blind Afraid to fend for myself Journeying across the face of humanity I sit in wonder Trying to understand my own humanity Insanity soon surrenders Forgiveness bellows in my ears I've seen my fallacy Left to fend for myself I hate to be...

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Come empty handed leave full hook: He wanted to teach me he wanted to preach to me he wanted to make me a whole try to hand me the good book of things that i didn't know said the word would heal me hook: He wanted to teach me he wanted to preach to me...

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the rhyming comes easy cadence makes its call and I stand empty handed with nothing at all I shoot from the hip but the aim is slightly off and the target means nothing nothing at all I write the music and you write the song we sing it together though we are alone I hear the lyrics and you feel the dance when winter has ended and we took a...

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