Nihility Poems | Examples

Polaris

Before the void happened to me,
you happened, or more precisely your voice
came across oceans
—Fate was feeling kind that day, I imagine,
			with your voice she weaved
			a lifeline, pulled me back
			across black water—

You happened, and the void,
while still there, doesn’t pull anymore.
The murk can no longer devour
when you are twilight, a
soft-lit haven against nihility.
In the lone, moonless night, a polaris—

I reach out with both arms
and no passage plan
			—You’d take my hands, wouldn’t you?

			Before the void took mine,
			I found you.

The Echo Returns Naught - Mar 16

Shouting across the void, I’ve begged for you;
I’ve heard my straining voice fall lost to the
Abyss between us two; Ignoring my plea,
The echo returned not, no answer due. 

Peering into the gulf—oh! what a view—
Reflection there was none, no none to see;
Heeding thus firstly your true nihility, 
The echo unreturning, I turned from you. 

The echo returns not and neither I.
Forging my faith on solid ground, on earth,
I abandon your illusory hope— 
And doing so I leave a dry well dry.
Away with all your falsly minted mirth,
With the true love of my life I elope.

How the Echo Filters Reality

Humans act in accordance to a cliche, 
my uniqueness is in delay. 
Nihility calls my name, 
existence is in shame. 
Evaluating an enigma that have not yet have an answer, 
curiosities are to be a cancer. 
Humans come in all shapes or forms, 
yet there’s an universal norm. 
I am nothing close to remarkable, it is improbable.

Thereafter

Running out of road, windshield wipers are useless for tears
Close my eyes and count to… not yet! reaper hasn’t appeared 
Lights flashing across the dashboard, warning indications 
Speedometer reads a ton, don’t care for vindication 

Stripping back life 
for all to see 
The lake below 
reflecting me

Going over the escarpment, free falling through a cloud
Brakes I leave redundant, accelerator screams out loud 
Weightless grow my memories, the rear view mirror is bleak
Exterior one’s more streamlined, if a little oblique 

Dug my own hole 
admission’s free
Revealed the sin 
got the car key

Not much on the horizon, seen a few birds here and there 
Was playing around for a long time, now she’s gone elsewhere 
And our song’s on the radio, I’ll never hear it end
(Stairway to heaven) rifts in stasis, just as I transcend

Oblivion 
nihility 
A growing bump 
delivery 

Hey! who’s that smiling lady, pushing me along the street 
I look out from the pram, peekaboo! my heart skips a beat…

Caught Up

I didn't intend...
for this to be my end 

Early on, I had dreams of college 
But instead, I acquired street knowledge 

High marks in breaking and entering 
With masterful skills in cunning and scheming 

Caught up!

I didn't intend...
for this to be my end 

Creeping and lurking in the darkness 
My outer and inner void of lightness 

Slipping and dipping around corners 
Stability and morality in my feeble state were like foreigners 

Caught up!

I didn't intend...
for this to be my end 

Now, tricking and cracking for an ephemeral smile 
Not living but merely existing like a thrown-away child 

Spiraling down into a burning canyon of nihility 
Now, shamefully busted and disgusted I am, as I should be

A Lonely Voyage

Five years was their prediction of my lifespan.
Approaching forty-five,
I have a lot to show and less to say.

Photography was never my thing
But I have the most impactful photo of the Earth.
a blurry dot in a sunbeam
Six billion kilometres away. 

Crawling through space
at 61,500 kilometres in an hour,
I'll soon lose my makers
to the darkness of space;
and meet my maker(s)
in the darkness of space.

But my voyage will not end
as I have a new friend to meet.
In forty thousand years,
I'll see a friend I only know as
AC+79 3888.

through the fringes of our solar system,
In the nihility of space,
I stand as a testament
of Humans, their ingenuity
and mainly of their underestimation

23.3 billion kilometres
That's how far home is.
But I am home;
Just not the one where I was made.

They thought I'll be a small but significant "Voyager"
I think they were wrong.

Nihility Dusk-

Nihility,
Nights rest;
Dawn's breaths breath;
Arousal mutters dusk;
Invalid as I wake unto non-existent;
My wakiness now of unimportant yawning;
Nothing invalid no longer conscious eyes closing;
In and out of breath yawning;
Eyelids falling nothing left but appalling ;
Passing to near death eyes closing lowering ;
Respiratory heartbeats rest and 
Breath feelings of nihility of all things;
Aspects of my mind flickering;
Existing yet not available to consciousness billowing;
Bound picturing mind's eye shut;
Wake up passing awakened dreams drift;
Dreaming now sleeping in abyss?

8/2/21
FOR THE VOID POETRY CONTEST
Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker

Call of the Ocean

The ocean calls out to me tonight,
For it feels lonely.
And here I am feeling homesick again,
Nostalgia suffocates me as I taste the rain.

The blue in it is but my ink,
The depth in my eyes is but the sea.
The sea bed longs to feel my skin,
I yearn to scathe myself with the grains akin.

Starless skies are replete with fog,
Waves will draw constellations in my tresses tonight.
I'll come undone, with every tide,
Breathless and brazen, wanton and wild.

With remnants of moon on my chest,
I will hide in the nihility.
With the sun tomorrow, I shall rise,
But, the ocean calls out to me tonight. 
-Amrita Jha

Avernus Underconsciousness

The cypress trees at water’s edge hedge an entrance.
We circle senseless, aimless, wheezing from the stench. 
We are unprepared for this netherworld mischance,
this lifeless pool without birds where we entrench.

Drawn into the grotto leading to the abode of the dead,
we are alarmed to find the design is quite familiar.
Our handwriting and signatures cannot be misread.
All around our cacotopian creation seems so peculiar.

Dank alleys crowded; COVID corpses decompose.
Back when, we passively handed the reign of power
to a petulant fiendish bully we might not now depose.
His smirking cult spews contempt like a shower.

Meanwhile conspiracy capers cavort clucking tongues,
and we view our nihility specters, seeking our escape. 
But this vortex germ befouls the air, attacking our lungs.
Our vertigo fatigue means our breakout can’t take shape.

This is long lost Avernus, the black hole of our making.
Thoughtless, this virus only preys on any for the taking.

To Escape Inequity

In the years of 
nineteen-hundred and sixties 
in palm of muggy 
Mississippi Delta 
we would walk around 
in thick & bitter air, 
we would hide 
in denial’s shadow 
too witness laissez-faire 
across forbidden tracks, 
then I, as a child, nine or ten, 
would sleep 
and dream of flying, 
of flying above thick 
& blinkered, & pungent clouds 
into flare of 
greeting nihility, 
and as I would awake 
for another chronic day 
rustlers mounted 
jimmy crows 
awaits to shatter our rise

One Is Not a Prime Number

One is not a prime number
But a singularity that stands alone
One and itself in the vast sea of 
Numerical complexities
It stands alone, solemn
Edging close to the realm of nihility, of nothingness
Yet, all the same, an infinity away.
Why is it that one is the first number we learn?
The number we begin on?
One is the greatest isolation but
The vastest togetherness 
One is individualism, one is monotony
That one unpaired piece
Of spontaneous upholstery
The single unwashed yellow sock,
Underneath the mahogany table
With a lonesome chopstick from Chinese takeout.
One clock hand suspends between 6 and 7
One is the number of strangers at that tabletop book signing.
One remains the vast crowd that sings of peace.
All is one
But is one
All?

Pilgrimage of Nihility

orphans of the storm
we race towards meaning
seeking
tripping on threads
of delusion
frantic wandering
towards nothingness
mapping our descent
veiled as ascention
we are dark angels
treading lightly
on the narrow road
to disparity
this futile journey
a wasted lifetime
and in the end  
we are back
at the beginning.

1999

Blindness

The sadness succumbs thy bleary face,
Thou ask Above thy lost vision.
Dusky brimmed with fright and nihility ,
That throng cursed thee as a latent rug.
The steps suddenly split in narrowness to darkness.

Thy world heard only shambles. 
Be with hypocrisy and deception of others,
Thy forsaken sense misunderstood.
Howling heart cried and .....begged for compassion,
But nobody listened in thy whispers.

Questions of doubt poured ceaselessly.
Thou forgotten sense deserved no gleam of hope,
Envied others with two sinful eyes,
Thou claimed life with teeming affliction,
Hopeless condition........drowned situation.

Without sense of sight earned dignity.
Thy innocent heart proved thy fortune.
No glimpse of vices...no tormented response,
Thy whole senses agreed into one,
That thy soul concealed goodness of a human.

Outshined

Lord bless the nihility
of spirit and entity
'cause my mind is pallid
like a deaf actor
in a silent film
but I'm not craven
just frowned and mortal
antique in the name
of a poetic justice
hesitating no more
sleepwalking in time
one of the nervous eaters
I'm the oxygen moron
joining the armies
of heavenly damned
to luminize the libretto
at vanishing point
wounded and mesmeric
never mind the bollocks
whatever they say
I'll always complain

The Cry In the Nihility

—vanity of vanity, vanity of vanities all is vanity—
                                                                    Solomon

the mortal leads a life in limited idleness
though, in the antinomy of a noble contradiction,
yet, said, for life’s sake, can be devoted to his own life 
as a drop in the ocean, and trying to pay off the debt
which the ancestry tried to pay off throughout hundreds of 
thousands of years, yet, not paid off, writhing, with the admirable state

though, there is a cry and breath in the thickened veiled falseness,
yet, he could not deny the falseness to regard as falseness,
he has no courage to hang the affirmation to suffocate,
and for the weakened mortal’s sake, the wind 
passes through and carries away a body heat 
from the exhausted soul, that preciously holds a dream 
that will never become true as is it were cracked harden air

     —hold a shovel, dig a hole!
         It’s your burial ground—

nevertheless, to the end, no way to clear the debt,
the body is crumbling for the lost breath’s sake, and the cry 
that of man closes its eyes in the vanity with the vanities of vanity

• Short Nihility Poems
• Famous Nihility Poems
• Best Nihility Poems
• Read Nihility Poems
• Long Nihility Poems
• Nihility Quotes