Hollowed Poems - Poems about Hollowed

The long road stretches, a ribbon gray and worn, Through fields of silence, where lonely winds are born. A distant horizon, a promise yet untold, A journey onward, where stories will unfold. The sun beats down, or rain begins to fall, The road remains, enduring through it all. Through shadowed valleys, and over mountain crests, A winding pathway, where weary traveler rests. Each...

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In hollowed gaze of stone n sky Faces stares wide—unblinking Eyes holds the weight of ruin Silent, swollen n echoes of time A needle of diagnosed, poised, fleeting? A thread of fate? Or weapons against the void? Pillars stand silently sentinel Crumbled a world once aloud Once flesh, now dust, blown… An eye, unyielding Drinks in the eternity Life clings to...

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Stoic she sits As an oyster lacking a grain of sand No Pearl of Great Price or wisdom to share. Stoic she sits A smile adorns her face while we hold hands, ...

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It's like your world is ending Everything comes crashing down Can't catch your breathe Down, down, down you drown Waking in the morning To another dreaded day Going through the hustle Just to keep the pain at bay Escaping is what you want Numbing you try to survive Hating the world when you're sober Hate yourself for getting high Oh yeah-This hollowed life of lies Going through...

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All along the wind-swept streets vacant windows stare like ancient statues of stone eyes blaring where they stand in their site hollow faces cracked façades as ancient buildings pass night has come a chill is here at last along the vacant roads of a vast city in sleep stretching out into the unknown not a soul of this...

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oLCHXfkGOIw In the hollowed hush of heaven the whisper of a soul and in the lit up room of stars an angel's karmic face Two feathered wings aloft deliverance her goal while one is seized on earth, the other portal graced An otiose moon assembled a duty of the night shadows of the 5th...

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Step by step, the current of the life flow, we imbibe gently, adding to it, flavour, as we may be joy enabled. Attentive mindfulness beholds happenings without expectation, responding with hues of love prismatic. Mind-body an instrument magnetised, both within and without thus vibrant, lower aspects in love dissolved, detached and free of desire, erect and free of fear, essence of presence vibrant with bliss, joy unbound, outpours love. 03-December-2020...

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Dreamt I heard your screams within hollowed out trees Wind shifted direction with tickle of a sneeze Thought I heard you whisper with the warm gentle breeze Suddenly was strong enough to get up off my knees Found myself chasing whimsical dancing leaves Floating to a creek bed where tranquil waters have yet to seize Radiating sun reflecting rippled clouds...

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Sacrifice bliss For a momentary kiss It's the point you miss Your memory fades And feelings recede from my fingertips Blessed light, blessed night The passion burnt out There is precision in a nightmare But not for you, not for you They call me an empty dreamer Because I can't catch a firefly Don't you dare look away from me Sacrifice bliss For a momentary kiss It's the point...

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A hollowed heart, still beating A...

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At the core of a hollow is a hole a void of emptiness that only exists because its surroundings are something solid, with something hallowed, missing within....

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Living inside the base of a hollowed out tree since childhood, my dreams have been formed Living inside a space where the walls almost touched kept me hidden, protected, and warm Living inside a place that no others could see beyond privacy, I became lost in myself Living inside the base of a hollowed out...

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My shattered core in pieces on the floor, As a rug, tattered and torn. Please close the door, the spectacle is not yours. The decay of an eaten apple core. Still... You search for more. The vultures have already came, Leaving only putrid stains... And a few hollowed bones that might make a nice picture frame......

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Stone set unblemished unworked faces create hardship floors on which to sip out of rock puddles. Such luxury. In a fine art landscape one must always wear clicking heels. And one must always lift ones head and toss one's bowl hairdo around. It gives an embellishment of establishment. Yet whilst closing establishments always arrange the...

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I live in New York, and I am a New Yorker, And I am also...a worker. I close the door to my house, and begin walking, I turn on my cellphone, and start talking. I look to my left and look to my right, Always trying to keep those cars in sight. I come to...

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