Dream Nothingness Poems

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...

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Between nothingness and poetry, man hides,
On the tightrope of life, he weaves his lofty path,
Nothingness and poetry, they meet in the depths of the human...

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I want none of my body
to touch anything,
As if a layer of nothingness
forms around me,
Wrapping me up like a present,
Isolating me from everything else.
I'll hover...

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I have seen you flash by
Amidst thick green foliage and swaying pines
Like a distant silver dream
On receding skyline
But was never satisfied
For a close encounter I...

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I sabotaged my eight-millimeter childhood.
I never knew Sartre
But I contorted my latex face,
Burying my nothingness in family films.
My child was scripted to be ugly, skipped...

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Anxiety Of Seeing Nothingness


        Been gazing at the stars dim and bright dazed and yet spellbound

  ...

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Feelings numb
Thoughts blank
Meditation 
Or not 
Lost in woods
Wildfires 
Growth without mires
Nothingness
A space of possibilities
Collective consciousness 
To unite and ignite
Bright minds
Through poetry 
At first sight
In my...

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Just One Of Those Things
David J Walker

The boxes of wide mouth Mason Jars 
Still stood stacked in the back of the
Garage in neat racks of...

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Sometimes from nothingness 
Fantasies will appear 
The fertile mind awake, 
Envisions hopeful scenes 
Future paths we may take. 

Sometimes from nothingness 
Come visions from afar...

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"Courting the Sublime Significance of Nothingness"



The blue lines ripple like waves
to the right side of the page
vacantly calm 

from the shallow depths 
of the ponderous...

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Statements are the treats
To the spoken,
But to the intended;
They still might ill-treat.

The Dreamer still dreams-day dreams
To find his passion
In his day,
But realizes at ...

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Lost
for the children of the Holocaust and the Nakba
by Michael R. Burch

Something inescapable is lost—
lost like a pale vapor curling up into shafts of moonlight,
vanishing...

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The dull clack of flip-flop slaps,
describes the taste of my water--
The smell of unscented candles,
like last night's forgotten dream--

Never cease my heart's percussion.


May 6, 2016...

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at night my spirit,
sinks into sweet nothingness . . .
I seek peace in sleep. 
my dreams like falling snowflakes . . .
each an...

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I am trying to be bright
To laugh and smile
Like everything’s alright
I can no more fight
I am too jaded
Too strained
My nerves too stretched
To feel a damn...

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