Short Hollow Soul Poems
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Hedonism echoed
every pore of charlatan
bleeding illusion
mirage of grooves of magic
rode hollow soul to the black hole.
hollow soul
fighting through
find yourself
braking through
dont you cry
we'll make it too
hollow soul
i love you
count the stars
shinning bright
see the hope
through the night
hollo soul
darkness reigns
light breaks
through the walls
concience now
you hollow no more
Form:
Who are you?-Shared curse.
Marked in malice as vengence burns.
Lost eyes creep the stare of stone.
Breathe fire to speak words that shatter glass.
Let forbidden truth emerge.
Your wicked silence tells the tale of a hollow soul.
You are a product of sickened disgrace.
I need only forget your face.
Bring ease to this wrench I hold.
An African drum throbs from a distance.
It is heyday and there is rejoicing.
But ululations surround me suddenly, and tensions
Climb gently the steps of a dancing heaven.
As my lobes grow softer and my hair stands
On the grounds of love,
I sense the throbs on my hollow soul,
Near, yet so far, for the wretched wench
Whose sweet eyes I have descried yonder.
A spider’s nest
They all crawl out
Scared to death
The fear is all yours
When they walk on you
There’s a loud scream
Looking for its source
You find it’s you
Spider pumpkins line up
They all have a face to carve
Calm eyes with fierce mouth
Lighting their hearts
They glow from within
They are lit
With feelings inside
A hollow soul
Russell Sivey
In the mirror's gaze, a beaming reflection found..
Ego's captive, their world forever bound.
A facade of grandeur, a charade of delights..
Narcissists embrace, their relentless fights.
Obsessed with self, a hollow soul resides..
Lost in vain pursuits, where empathy subsides.
To laugh or weep, never sees their need..
Trapped, they're blind to all, a prisoner of greed.
This is the era of echoes—
Echoes inside my hollow soul.
This is the time of broken hearts
And lost minds.
This could be a golden world—
Yet instead we are all grey.
A sign of the times—a war within our
Struggling hearts that pump crimson
Blood which shall ooze and trickle from
Our weary eyes.
You’ve left me alone in this necropolis—
And deep within my sepulcher my corpse
Strains to call out your name.
The Hollow Toll of Hell
Old witch plucked out every hair
To weave her wicked snares.
But a deal demands a spirit pure,
And hers was beyond repair.
She traded a thumb, she traded an eye,
Yet still she paraded on
Seeking the key for the gate, the hidden escape,
Before the rise of dawn.
With nothing left of flesh or bone,
No gold left to toll,
She reached the brink and paid the price:
The sale of her hollow soul.
The Dog is structured,
Always working to preserve,
Familial ties.
Diligent service,
Loyal to love and country,
Strong yet still servile.
The Bear is nurtured,
A hunter in fair weather,
Useless in winter.
Promises plenty,
But bleeds his own forest dry,
Water, trees and all.
The Maggot is cankered,
A hollow soul and stomach,
Skulking forest floors.
Can only scavenge,
ON the corpses of others,
And their fellow man.
In the deep recesses of my mind
There is no easy answer I can find
That answers the question why
On that day you had to die
I'm left alone to suffer in grief
From which I receive no relief
Together we were meant to be
Left alone now, it is only me
Every day as I begin to awake
Hoping your death was a mistake
Sorrow has taken it's toll
Invading my hollow soul
Our love will be forever entwined
In the deep recesses of my mind
Your excuses are cut deep into me,
Every word, a wound on my skin,
They bleed but do not kill,
They weep but do not cry,
I watch myself losing you,
Losing my grip, finger by finger,
With every lie from your mouth,
With every excuse,
They say destiny decides who live or die,
But you choose my death,
A living corpse,
A hollow soul,
They were your excuses,
They became my consequence,
You decided upon the words...
That became our end.
Burnt like tongues,
in our steaming soup.
Now this taste,
is of ashen anticipation.
The wasted walls of youth
decaying
In due damnation
the very writer of the law,
Indeed the first to break it.
Innocence like spiders,
distressed
when webs were shaken.
ATHENA!
ATHENA!
stripped in naked virtue.
endless clout about you,
and a hollow soul before you.
Filled and then sucked dry,
your love like one would bar tend.
mixed and then poured out,
an oscillating option.