Short Emptily Poems
Short Emptily Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Emptily by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Emptily by length and keyword.
Whatever
Seems to happen
Happens emptily..
Empty expressions of
Starts and stops..
The starts and stops
Tell the stories
Of longing and
Discovery arising
Spontaneously...
Center>A finely wrought origami bird,
each feather a flightless paperweight
each wing a flexion of stasis.
I wanted it to come to my hand,
when I thought about that
my fingers fluttered emptily
like paper sparrows.
I watched helplessly and emptily into the pure darkness
As i felt it swallow me up
I reached out my hands to grab anything so that i could pull myself back up
But i grasped at the cold air and i realized
I was defeated
My fate was no longer mine
Justice and fairness just an illusion
I was dragged down continuously
I could see no end and no bottom of my cell with an opened door
I laughed bitterly
PREFERENCE
the succulence
on display
arrestingly
different
a
timeless
exactitude
alongside
luscious
beauties
concoctions
of symbolist n
abstractions
simplified lines
emptily idealised
yet
authentically
expressed
& depicted
if
somewhat
in absurdity
of
an exploration
of the sensual
in
the of
conscientious
to make
a startling
masterpiece
illustrating
&
portraying
a naive
fantasy
Hollow eyes gaze emptily
trapped behind times window
in a futureless past
He is not gone
yet I grieve
Lost, he wanders
in the labyrinth
of elusive memories
He is not gone
yet I grieve
Reaching to touch
a fading sunset
alone
He is not gone
yet I grieve
As the light flickers
he struggles
in death’s infancy
He is not gone
yet I grieve
©7/5/2018
for Fragmented Verse Poetry Contest
The road suddenly divided
I needed the river
Her two arms replete
with hyacinth of
empathy
Emptily
I kept looking at, now
at one direction
then at the other but
the envelope didn't part
I needed the river so much
Her foamy murmur
into my elongated ears
to interpret what
the cherry was
With the third
eye at the roses
tinging dry thorns
pricking my brain cells
I select the leftward turn
___________________
26 October 2022
In anticipation of a major
Cleaning of our floors,
I’ve begun to whittle down my stuff,
The toughest of the chores.
I thought I tossed a lot of things
And worked with true devotion
But my husband says it’s like I took
A teacup to the ocean.
If he took charge, there would be
Nothing sentimental left
And yes, it would look better
But would leave me quite bereft.
He’ll have to wait until I die
And, if I predecease,
He can empty our apartment
And live emptily in peace.