Hollow Poems - Poems about Hollow

they took my voice and clipped my wings replaced my dreams with rusted rings the night now bites and silence clings to shattered hopes and broken springs the mirror laughs then softly sings of haunted eyes and puppet strings i smile while the shadow stings a ghost among forgotten things ...

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Hope began as a whisper, curling across dark sea, guiding my arrival, to come see, and be. Yet the gist was hollow, empty to the core, the rind of promise, peeled off, fell down, to the floor. The weight of empty words, burned deep into my heart. Cutting deeper than silence ever had, because the promises were stone dead. So my hope sits on edge, waiting for a...

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Shelley wove us a tale of a monster more a man A fleshy beast without, a broken heart within Created in hubris and sin Stitched together and broken Again and again. Frayed and tattered Unraveled and splintered Brittle and battered Bled out and injured Held together by needle and thread Less alive and more or less dead A patchwork man, soulless and cold Unmended scars numbers untold I...

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I creep into your room, my steps are unsteady, You went to bed with symptoms of the flu, A soft child’s breath is what I seek, To touch, to comfort—to ensure peace. But as I peel back the covers, I find Your stillness is no longer sleep. I call your name, my voice trembling, Attempt to rouse you from your peace, But you...

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i clearly loved you more. if you had loved me you wouldve put in effort— we would’ve been together, only if you had loved me. you said you did, but that promise was as hollow as the way i felt in the end...

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Need some inspiration? Title. The Sacred Hollow. (A lone voice whispers) Have you been subtly conditioned to overlook your true potential? Does a voice sometimes whisper? Whether in sleep or in daylight? Open your tired eyes wide and reach for the stars. See how far you can go. Cast off the chains of conditioning That appeared as you grew older....

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‘All the world ‘s a stage, and all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts.’ (As You Like it Act 2, Scene 7) (A Sonnet Inspired by Shakespeare) The Hollow Stage We slip upon a stage unmade by hands, as viewers' eyes,...

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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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I held it like a prayer, like something sacred, like something that could save me. I built my world around it, tied my worth to its spine, carved my name into its walls as if that would make me belong. And yet, here I stand, palms open, fingers trembling, watching it slip through— sand through clenched fists, water through cracked earth. I gave it everything. And still, I...

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Hidden In The Hollow Of His Blessed Hand; Never Foe Can Follow ...

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Hollow Room The emptiness of your room full of things is jarring It’s silence so loud you can hear it toys once alive now stoic bedtime stories reduced to ink and paper Stuffed animals only stuffing Ponies and dolls, immovable and muted Games no one wins Unbuildable legos Dress up clothes only fabric Puzzles turned to cardboard Precious Trinkets and keepsakes...

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I can only sit here And cry while I'm alone; I should be holding you Instead of my phone. You told me not to call, That you would call me, And you had things to do, So you were going to be busy. I stare at the phone Until I'm forced to blink; Each second you don't call, The deeper my heart will sink. Day and night...

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Walking home, looking up at the sky, But not keeping my hopes high. The halls that once echoed happiness, Now cry in silence and haunt my nights. Emptiness once felt like a myth, But now my darkest reality. All I do is grieve these days, The pink or green or blue days are now rusty...

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A marionette of the void Aware of the needle like strings, Stranding on the edge of light Yet covered by the veil of hollowness A woeful homunculus, gazing at the abyss...

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In the hollow house there is no love Memories of happier times reverberate Through the somber atmosphere There's no patience. No life. No fun No little footsteps or giggles No whispering shared secrets No singing or dancing No joy This hollow house has a twin It used to be called my heart I step outside the hollow house And don my godly tutu White and pink net...

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