Nothingness Poems - Poems about Nothingness

I was drenched in black water, Yet, it looked as though I were dried out. I stood before a lighthouse, Yet, remained unseen. Gazing into the sea’s blackness, The highest tides forever circled me. My eyes could find no anchor, As my dark hands sailed towards the farthest shore. My home, too, was cloaked in shadow; Something unseen, yet present, walked with me there. The...

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Wrap your poem around nothing its bow mocked in relief Each word but a gesture of empty deceit Wrap your verse in a vacuum where all speech is abhorred The power of emptiness alone — and unscored (Dreamsleep: May, 2025) ...

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Perhaps I wouldn't move if the train came. Not out of courage, just curiosity. What does it feel like? or just the experience, maybe. I sit down in the shower sometimes until the water forgets it's warm and I forget I have skin. In that moment, and that moment only I think nothing but oh, I feel- I feel everything like a flood, swirling, raging inside, beating ferociously on the locked...

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God made everything out of nothing but the nothingness shows through. Paul Valery Only silence wells in the dark throat of the evening and anything you...

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I gazed at the city lights, but felt nothing— this city, a vault of memories, echoes of my life. I turned my gaze to the sky, the stars, indifferent, as if I stared into infinite nothingness. In his eyes, I sought that spark to make my heart beat again, but found only emptiness. The music played, yet I could not hear its song— sight and sound, mere whispers, touching...

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In a world of dreams, where hope vanishes into nothingness, Life is a drunken beggar, holding out its hand towards its own shadow, phantasms of illusions passing through its troubled mind, like a sea of shadows crashing over cliffs of old memories, a grave of unfulfilled desires, crucified on the cross of oblivion. Sleep is the shadow of death, but...

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Nothing grows there anymore not even the old tree stump can be found, the land is barren and empty, the plants have dried up, just thorn and thistle can be found, the land is vast and it used to have acres and acres of sweet corn growing, one crop harvest proceed the other and all...

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I’m lying here In my broken bed That’s caving in Under my nothingness Waiting (not patiently) For my pregnant brain To quiet down Waiting for the Swishing sound Between my ears To finally cease Waiting for your light snoring To begin, so that mine Can take over Waiting in my broken bed That’s caving in Under my nothingness But I’m not alone You are there On your side Of the caved...

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NEVER imagined such treasures I'd find OF this one thing I am certain THERE was something massive beneath the surface HEAVENLY places are often hidden in humble places I sat at a table and talked about this, that, and the other NOTHING prior had taught me the power of nothingness GOD alone can make something out of nothing at a men's...

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The Nothingness began as a small, black smear across my smile. It wormed and gnawed its way past my unsuspecting defenses, Until it settled finally in the center of my heart, Numbing my smile and deadening all my senses. Once its icy grip had completely encircled my heart I believed it would take one stronger than I to pry it...

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NOTHINGNESS Spreading around in every direction are wings of a peacock patterned cherubs hug fresh ...

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his dream.. is a flowery, red carnation.....

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To awaken means to realize one’s own nothingness, that is, to realize one’s complete and absolute helplessness. As long as a man is not horrified at himself, he knows nothing about himself. Through the labyrinth of my mind, where the shadows of thoughts whisper their secrets, I float on the waves of melancholy, in a vast ocean...

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I looked straight into Sun's eyes and challenged her with great audacity to dry the lakes in my eyes. I'll let her stab my face again and again and again until I lose feeling. Her flame is jealous of my blazing wrath —an eternal state of day that lights up my never-ending night. And I'm an insane insomniac, sane enough to dance to the silence...

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In the depths of nothingness, my love, a flower sprung from snows, I dreamed of you as a splendor, an undying fire in the night, an eternal promise of beginning, An ode in the whiteness that migrates, with the flames of stars, lost from the celestial vault, A flight towards eternities, uncaught by worldly crowns, a longing without...

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