Hollows Poems - Poems about Hollows

In the hollows of the night I lie and face the stars, the things behind the veil In dreams, I turn from things afar; I feel my soul quake In the hallows of my night, there in a bar The shadows man watches, the night pools In hallows of my heart, I lie and face the stars The universes mass,...

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The hooded figures hollow eyes glared, while with his bony hand he beckoned me to join him. I could feel searing embers burn below, inside the shadow that surrounded my soul. I became lost inside this demon's heartless fury. The circle of fire I could hear it`s call, it`s haunting beat strangled my soul. In a zombie like trance I joined this...

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Down in Hillbilly Hollow, under the silver moon, Rustlin' leaves and hootin' owls, playin' a country tune. Haystacks high, and the creek runs low, Life rolls by, nice and slow. Dirt road windin', bend to bend, Kin and friends 'round every end. Old guitars strummin', hear the sound, Laughter echoes, love abounds. Barefoot dances, by the old barn door, Stories told, of legends yore. In...

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Angry eyes lurk in the forest Deep within the Deathly Hollows With unsuspected fervency And malevolence it closely follows An apparition from the grave A vision from nightmarish dreams With nimble hands that quickly throttles And icy fingers that stifles screams None who enters survives this realm So menacing and devoid of light In the Deathly Hollows murky mist Still is the air...

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In the hollows of my soul when it rains with leaden sadness, And the clouds gather like grey jurors around me, I weave an umbrella from the glimmer of a dimmed dream, From that pure laughter, saved from under the tempest's sway. When the rain wanders as tears over the inner stones, I shelter my heart with a dance of...

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Night filters sight and sound into separate caves of awareness, Owls and nightjar's duet in different tunnels of time. For generations the forest has gathered here, it has its own language, one rooted through layers of nocturnal sentience. In the harkening cabin sounds interface, lull mind and ears, into imaginary auditoriums. Subliminal arboreal words read me to sleep - thoughts rustle like whispering leaves. ...

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Written: August 30, 2023 ______________________________________________________________ In the world of love, where illusions reside, Where hearts can be bruised and souls collide, We chase the echoes of a pixie tale. Believing in love will never fail. But for many, love was a ceaseless rain. Pouring down with tears of pain. Love is not a storybook delight. But a torment that haunts us day and night. Heartache...

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A desolate shore reaches, its gritty scree taunts a green and tumbling sea. Breakers slap an umpteenth juncture. Kelp sea pods dilate, foam swirls in the shingle, barren wombs drink. Krill churns out of a sandy dross. Waves carry their children away....

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DANCING WATER HOLLOWS The canal water endlessly moving from passing boats Creates not waves but dancing hollows between, Moving like countless competitors in a dance hall Swirling around in kaleidoscopic color. Hollows waltzing in time to their internal rhythms In a constant irregular flux of shapes and positions, What...

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Gravestones in the park Scary place when its dark Empty plots marked by string Morbid figures trying to sing Pretty flowers dead or trying Grace the path on which their lying Scripted rocks with glowing paints Must not be read if hearts are faint withered corpses dance around acting like their little clowns comical yet scary too watching the dead say goodbye to you creepy vermin upon...

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Sitting in the parking lot in my truck just wondering wondering what this day I’ll see my coworkers and what they’ll be many today do costumes wear reflecting what they may not be hidden desires running free given liberty on this day a police woman do I see as skin tight uniform of bright blue with the skirt so very short bright brass buttons call to...

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Woe the few brave That fear cowered behind Waiting to deprave Till shots rung Viewed as the addled We are engulfed We are only The silhouette of our substance We have been formed crudely By the circumscribe of tyrants But we will not be deterred The restrictors will not dilute the glory Of those few brave who rebuked our transgressors We are caged Like animals we stalk But we are...

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grand towering limbs reach to meet branches a flourishing keep twigs to trunks create a stretch to breathe crooked seedlings bow in need live to die, and sow to reap sewn together a needle to seam hand to cheek a means plunges deep moves a steady pulse to bleed seeping shallows underneath beating tree to tree a hollow quant and sweet free will drives the...

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When the morning sun glows pale and shadow rays slink along the trails the autumn leaves turn brown and one by one fall dry upon the ground; there is found the well worn paths scurry summer creatures quick and fast readying a winter's nest or burrow to rest and sleep safe through tomorrow. Winters cold...

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She sees beings resembling her, in the form of flesh, bones, and blood, as they criss-cross along the streets, their talks and laughter echoing inside them, for they don't have feelings occupying their hearts. She's afraid of touching their hearts, for they might break or shatter, because they are not familiar to the energetic impact of emotions. "Handle With Care" is written on their faces, every...

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