Empty Headed Poems | Examples

Illusionary Art

My perception of the world is illusory art
The darkness is absolute
Women suffering violent abuse
From the one who said, “I do.”
Men and women  pushing dope
To innocent souls searching for hope 
Carjacking, kidnapping, and kids without a father
Rape, fraud, human trafficking and manslaughter
Women tearing down each other and disrespecting their mothers
Men trample over society causing everyone to suffer
Shackles, chains; imprisoned in the brain
Depression and suicide
The world is insane
Neglected children needing somewhere to hang
“Hey Lil’ Bro come join our gang.”
There in the wake lies the devil’s den
Next level self-destruction surrounded by sin
Drive-bys, Do or die
We are brothers Fam
Lay down yo’ Life
“Do it for the homies, don’t let down the tribe!!”
Now you have a teardrop
For all the bodies that dropped
The executioner's face stays hidden
The judge handed you a sentence
Yet, you hold your head up high
Beaming with empty-headed pride
Because you didn’t snitch
On the one who left skeletons in a ditch
Their crimes stay hidden
The Hood Tale legend
“You can never get out!”


Written by Sherry B

@2024

Empty Headed Moron

Eagerly on my word processing app
My fingers pressing keys Tippity tap
Penning my classic in verse
Thinking the fog will disperse 
Yet there’s no classic just absolute cr*p

Hell have no fury like cranial mist
Even the mild mannered would clench a fist
Aghast as my rhyme and meter take flight
Dreading the empty page night after night
Eureka proclaimed… but the notion I sense
Doesn’t take shape for this poet is dense

Must I endeavour in vain one more day
Ordering words in a haphazard way
Rabid strikes of the delete key
Only conspire to defeat me
Now I’m a nitwit with nothing to say

Gazing Through the Widow

“A window would really open up 
The place”
The builder had said,
“Light up the room, 
You know.
Gotta have something to
Bring in the light
Round here”
“Yes, yes, 
A window would do fine”
My dearest replied,
So long ago.
And sitting here 
At the window
So many years
After she had
Gone away from me,
I am reminded of her.
When the sun peeks its rays
Around the stoic clouds,
And as they make their way,
Through the panes,
Spilling onto the floor behind,
Past my tear-stained face.
As I remember
Her smiling face,
When she sat in the chair beside me
Looking out the window,
On days such as this.
And with empty-headed lament,
I draw the curtain
Across the window,
That was meant to bring light,
And happiness 
Into our home,
But now only brings sorrow.

Sorcerer King Saves Idiot Cousin

The hag Mordicahia thought she had captured the Sorcerer King
In truth she had gotten his cousin, who was a ridiculous ding-a-ling
The real king would have left him there to rot like a buzzard’s lunch,
But his mother and aunt sent him to save his idiot cousin Munch.

Munch was an empty-headed skeleton with green eyes and no brain.
He was ridiculous in sunshine, thunderstorms, blizzards and rain.
The Sorcerer King came to the hag’s palace and chopped off a head.
Thought he'd snagged Mordicahia, was hoping the old hag was dead.

They were in the middle of making their way with her bounty and loot
When she transmogrified up wearing a crown, and one ugly red boot.
She and Sorcerer King got into a battle that lasted a week and a day.
But he sent her packing finally, and she never ventured back that way.

1859

{1859}

there's more slaves now
than in 1859
slaves of the mind
slaves to entitlement
slaves to self inflicted failure and blame
slaves to ogres of division 
who
only want to bracket the blamers vote
chained to every breath of toxic media.
those empty headed erections
vampires for ratings
wanting us believe there's white cone heads
and burning crosses-hovering over every black rose 

the controllers don't want societal blossoming
only promising freebies
feed you for a day
emaciate for a lifetime

sure they'll take a knee with you 
not for principal but for profit
to harvest your vote
because your self reliance 
means death to their power
death of their control
they care nothing for growth
of the individual
they don't want free thinkers
they want herd mentality
because true freedom 
is the balm of a steady mind 
the mind of empathetic leaders
those rare birds of altruistic flight..
not the violence
and impulse of followers
bleeding out from the venom of blame
and
entitlement..
                      {1859}

The Stars Are Mute

THE STARS ARE MUTE TONIGHT 
THEY ARE BRIGHT 
BUT THEY SPEAK NO WORDS 
THEY TELL A STORY OF NO SOUND 

EMPTY-HEADED I RAISE MY HEAD UP THE SKIES 
TO HEAR THE WORDS FROM THE GODS 
BUT I COME NOT WITH A SINGLE WORD 

I HAVE NOTHING TO WRITE ABOUT 
EVENTHOUGH I HAVE A PEN AND PAPER BEFORE ME 
I HAVE NO WORDS TO WRITE 
EVENTHOUGH ALL I SEE IN THE SKIES IS A SEA FULL OF BRIGHT STARS 

MY MIND IS STUCK IN THE MUD OF PAST THOUGHTS 
MY TRUST FOR THE FUTURE FADES OFF 
FOR I HAVE NO WORDS TO WRITE ABOUT TOMORROW 
SORROW IS WHAT SWIMS AND DRIFTS IN MY HEAD 
HURT IS LIKE A RAT IN MY MIND 
IT SLOWLY EATS AWAY EVERY PIECE OF ME 
BUT I RUN NOT FOR HATE BECAUSE I RATE NOT A FACE 

ONLY LOVE WILL HEAL MY BROKEN HEART 
FOR IT RUNS THROUGH MY VEINS EVERYDAY TO MY BRAIN

I'Ve Moved To Hong Kong

~I've moved to Hong Kong where many brave souls dwell.
A million Davids slinging stones of democracy and peace.
At the empty-headed ogre who will forever loathe the free. 
To let loose his hell hounds to go for the throat of liberty.

~I've moved to Hong Kong where many brave souls dwell.
Where angels bloody the noses of ogres and those hounds of hell.
I'm too old and have not the heart to join their noble fight.
but I lock my spirit tight to theirs along the skirmish line.

I've moved to Hong Kong in the dreamlands of my mind.

Humpty Gets Bumped

envelope rhyme

Humpty Dumpty, brave fall guy
attended the King's Christmas ball.
He never guessed his downfall,
empty headed, brain gone awry.

Humpty Dumpty's sneaky try,
bucking the Queen's serving line,
“Expelled! out back, you shall dine!”
close by yon royal pig sty. 

Humpty Dump, give us a clue,
"Why did you behave so rudely?"
Your etiquette, so crudely
like a simple, naïve ingenue.

Humpty Dumpty then stone-walled
devouring a dozen eggs
plus twenty-four chicken legs 
Sprawled thither on stone wall, he stalled.

Thus, Humpty Dumpty got bumped,
a bold nudge from one palace horse:
"Noble king cannot endorse
a cannibal, so totally stumped.”

December 17, 2019

Gale Review of the Emerald City

The shine of emerald green blinds.
Their narrow slats will pinch your eyes.
Be moneywise - this trip’s not kind.
The shine of emerald green blinds.
It’s not for empty-headed minds,
Nor yellow brick tail-biting cries.
The shine of emerald green blinds.
Their narrow slats will pinch your eyes.

5/2/2019
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Such a Dirty Dirty World Cleaned Myself Up On My Way To Heaven

SUCH A DIRTY DIRTY WORLD CLEANED MYSELF UP ON MY WAY TO HEAVEN

The beginning of life it's self;
Is no mystery;
and yet in our misery;
We conceit to are majesty;
Such a dirty, dirty world cleaned myself up now I'm on my way to heaven...
Arm yourself brothers and sister;
Prepare yourself for the beast;
Eyes wide open, do not go asleep;
The color of the skies are green;
Polluted with sinner man screams;
Such a dirty, dirty world cleaned myself up now I'm on my way to heaven...
Alabaster ointments pure and poured;
Over empty headed persons we've all ignored;
Flask of poison wine, aged in time;
Give me just another chance to witness;
Is no mystery;
Such a dirty, dirty world cleaned myself up now I'm on my way to heaven...
Just received Jesus;
And He's made me whole;
I've confessed my sins;
Heaven's golden gates and angels await me;
Eyes wide open, do not go asleep;
Prepare yourself for the beast;
Watch and pray that you enter not into temptation;
Alleluia Hey.....
Such a dirty, dirty world cleaned myself up now I'm on my way to heaven...

12/3/18

Knows It All

annoying
empty headed
yet vain
underhanded
and disrespectful
he sure knows
how to
make her mad
simply
utterly
plain stupid
just dumb as a post
how he gets under her skin 
and
infuriates her



AP: Honorable Mention 2023

Submitted on September 7, 2018 for contest HUMAN NATURE sponsored by EDWARD IBEH

People Need To Know

Don't turn the switch on,
unless you know what is being transmitted to you
on carrier waves
Hidden in subliminal beams
are desirable images of your wildest dreams
But will getting all that you could ever want
help your spiritual learning to grow?
When reality clashes with your fantasy,
will you let your carnal urges go?
Or will you continue to ignorantly stumble,
falling into someone else's designed program,
living your life in a fog,
marked as one of the children of the damned
You need to know,
then let other people know also
People need to know,
force the puppet masters to let the strings go
Or do you prefer to be yanked around
like an empty-headed Pinocchio?
But here's something you need to know:
Get off your knees and elbows,
stop praying to your wooden, wallet-sized idol
Don't let money
turn you into a brainwashed 'ho
Let your mind get cleansed
like freshly fallen virgin snow
Return your heart to the Creator ...
this is what people need to know

Furthest Reaches

Past the furthest reaches of the Mad Hatter's soul
A turtle wins a race on the slowest of a roll
There are dusty emotions compiled in an unorganized stack
Next to a wallflower that is blooming in the pitch black
Thoughts swirl that I do not wish to share
Wordless eyes give meaning to a blank stare

A formulation's absorption is in the process of assimilation
Aspects are broke down on the road that I've taken 
I store horrible things that I should have let go
“I told you so” resonates in a tired echo
There are letters unopened from a man twice bitten
That contain beautiful paper with words yet written

A song bird sings a jaded tune dubbed mercy
Glasses of water do not get poured for the thirsty
In a society so full of the empty headed
My words sink in akin to a tick embedded
There is nothing left to do except to pay the toll
When found in the furthest reaches of the Mad Hatter's soul

9/12/16

Whiskey and Black Nights

empty headed,
just me
and Jesus 
drinking jack,
both trying
to forget our name,
both victims of the insane.

Sitting watching,
soil turning to mud.
rotting seeds
and black roots,
we pray.
the rain it never stops.


In silence we drink,
as eternal sorrowful clouds
cries its tears,
upon the wandering souls below.

Don't come here,
looking for shelter from your sins,
or forgiveness for your failures,
our blood runs cold,
just whiskey and water
flowing in our veins,

and when the treacherous sun,
rises upon the dusty morning.
the black crows on the wire laugh.
as man crawls on his belly again today,
and Jesus kicks a beer can down the road.

I Love My Country

Dawn again in this gaol
The jailbirds are imprecisely numbering
One hundred and sixty million
Or more of my countrymen.

The jailors are three hundred and sixty humpty down
And 109 dumpty members up.
You will never see vessels that 
Could be emptier.
Empty headed riggers; we never elected

The two other estates of the realm 
Are but a sham.
Even the fourth just stroll
Through the corridors
Hoping to be beckoned in
To share of the loot.
They call it national cake.

The ignoble governors are known
For stealing huge funds
And they show no shame;
You can't show what you don't have.

And so nothing works anymore.

Yesterday, Yusuf John stole 23 billion naira
Worth of of public fund.
He was taken to court and he confessed.

The the lead-headed judge,
Slapped his wrist with an option
Of seven hundred thousand naira
Worth of fine.
The thief paid instantly from his back pocket
And walked away free.

Never has there been a country like mine
Never will there be any like it.

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