Nothing Poems - Poems about Nothing

What is This? nothing can be said apparently no time and distance for figuring This out~ language opts out without subj and obj~ nothing makes sense nothing to explain so say nothing which is everything~~...

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with no separation nothing is happening~ with seeming separation nothing is happening~~...

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with no separation there seems nothing left and that is the point without the point~~ ...

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not even (as in not even nothing) appears as nothing~ nothing appearing as the dance~ apparently there are appearances everywhere~...

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nothing seems to last flowers weep faded petals a faint scent lingers once blooming in bright color my poems have lost their appeal emotions wither wilted words whirl in the wind bereft of beauty I strive to remain rooted hoping for droplets of love Eileen Manassian...

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a mystical cryptic message appeared on Aunt M’s mirror the meaning was abysmally hidden, hazy, clearly unclear after a frenzied séance, the mystery message was heightened Most of the guests left terrified, thoroughly frightened you see balls of light and fire were thrown into their hair One of them tripped and fell down at least one stair There was a supernatural...

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bash my head against a wall why oh why will nothing fall why, even this, can I not spin? there is nothing beautiful there is nothing meaningful there is nothing at all —————————————————————— this doesn't make sense there is nothing at all why oh why is there nothing at all no beauty, no words no art that can form it's easy, it's easy it's in my...

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Nothing I’m nothing. I always have been. Just a whisper in the air, Begging to be someone, To be there. Nothing, This poem is nothing. Because nothing wrote it. Everything I feel is nothing. Because I’m nothing. Everything I say. Is nothing. My cuts are nothing. Because nothing made them. My blood is nothing. Because it’s nothing. My pain is nothing. Because I’m nothing. This doesn’t mean anything. Because this is nothing. I was born...

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I am a river, surging, never still, never bound, within walls, I’ve never had, nor cherished, nor craved. You ask me to remember — but where would such memories be forged or stored in liquidity? Plunge your hands within me and all you will find is the glinting surge of present motion, with nothing before or after, nothing upstream nor downstream only the fleeting touch of one instance. My fate...

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For the favor you did but never let me forget, for the “no pressure” laced with regret. for every “no big deal” that came with fine print, I paid with a thank you, and smiled like a flint. For all the gifts that came with a clause, For the cheers while citing my flaws, For every applause wrapped in dissent, I returned with...

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A woman sitting in an old house herself, counting paper clips. Every day, was a creaking workday that reminded her addiction was in freedom— meanings of being young, being old, being in love with the back then. She’s not a fan of not being a fan of new movies. But who can blame her for blaming herself? A helicopter that flies over the barren desert land...

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On Sky shielded palm, When sun couldn't make rain calm... Nothing remains so. At Moon subtle cheek, When stars wouldn't look that weak, Nothing remains so. Over running days... When strength couldn't make nice hays, Nothing so remains. Behind crawling nights... When nerves wouldn't silent frights, Nothing so remains. Around oily shrine... When deities couldn't dare dine, So remains nothing. Far burnt sacrifice- Baal failed; Elijah suffice, So remains nothing. Like ... Light,...

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Nothing stands in crops of air, A silent whisper, an empty stare. No words to say, no breath to hold, No tale to tell, no truth be told. In no dark, in no light, It doesn't wrong, it doesn't right. No path to walk, no self to face, Just drifting thought in a blank space. No voice, no sound, no silent hush, No thorny...

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Wagyner: the Greatest Bull of all time! I herd him speak these words, these clearest of defintions this bull was meant to salvage this Ranchers reputation and to increase the valaue of his production cycle."Broiler" for meat birds, "layer" for egg-laying hens, "cockerel" for young male chickens "pullet" for young female chickens. Dicile and less tempormental. The Makle bulls played and flirted with the female...

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eyes contact between eyes ...

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