Short Hollowed Poems
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Waves of time
Rip through sands
Sands of love
Sands of war
Sands of birth
Sands of death
Till the sands
Are hollowed
dog stricken
with cancer;
euthanized.
out of her
m i s e r y;
dog owner
hollowed out
by deep grief;
best friend, gone!
hollowed out form is filled with bliss,
bestowed by Divine Mother’s kiss,
rapture unbound in our heart found,
whence we exclaim, ‘we’re all of this!’
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At the core of a hollow is a hole
a void of emptiness
that only exists
because its surroundings
are something solid,
with something hallowed,
missing within.
In the very depths of hell,
Lies a frozen rose in its hollowed soil,
Bathed by scorching flames daily.
Yet it still survives by,
The love I once held for you.
Our common end
we're swept
out of sight
and the bird
lies on the ground
neatly hollowed out
by the army of ants
an awesome flying creature
reduced to a few feathers.
Death wears blue
Hollowed eyes
Sleepy grin
Twisted mouth
Smiled at me
As her voice
In my dreams
Between his rattle
And her breath
Silently screams
You're killing me
creep into that wasted house
no structure to reinforce
what has been hollowed out
one day soon these walls will collapse
and the cause will be chiseled in the ashes
Relapse
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cracked eggshell whispers~
golden yolk spills like sunrise
over linen folds.
empty tomb hums,
a hymn in hollowed limestone.
Mist gathers on the hollowed air,
a pale hush trembling toward dawn,
listening for the unseen.
Moon-threads loosen from the sky,
falling like quiet thought,
listening for the unseen.
Here lies the whistling hollowed bones of lovebirds
Entrenched in storm torn skylines
Set flight amidst torrents
Breaking body and soul
Failing to find the fervent love in them in others
Its twisted, hollowed out trunk
Appears dead, but it has leaves;
An abundance of green leaves
Proves it is alive.
* an ancient tree near my home
Jack Horne for Russell’s Trees Everywhere contest
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Peeling columns stand~
whispering verdicts of dust
through my cracked windows.
The gavel’s ghost still echoes
in the hollows of our laws.
Israeli hostages and Gazans hollowed,
the dark cold cruelty of some in humankind.
Gray circles under frightened eyes,
bones protruding from fading frames.
Listless song of the starving,
grieving God. ~
Don’t know why
I sit here
Saddened
And resentful,
Pondering
Pathetic expectations
Of your
Intent…
Nothing will relieve
This hollowed hope
Manufactured almost
Effortlessly;
Now reduced to
Torment
As nightfall wanes over the hills
To trail away, in quietude
My calm eyes watch a hollowed view
Evanescing into dusk’s edge.
Night Silence Contest, Nayda Ivette Negron
6/14/2016
Crushed beneath the skin of Brigit, hollowed out,
Stuffed full of mead & words;
I drift here
Losing touch, losing form
Wishing there was one,
just one who never hated me.
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Sitting here on this stoop
My mind is a hollowed husk
My heart a lukewarm soup
Cooling off with the dusk
Petting my old black cat
I watch the rising full moon
Thinking I’ll never top that
I remember it’s only June.
I will not open out
My hollowed shell.
The pearl was cracked
Long ago.
The salty water still surrounds me.
Waves still crash down day by day.
A crack, an arrow,
All the same.
Wave after wave after wave after wave.
Form:
Stormy lives lived, their
whirling vicissitudes
tease our windy passions
imagery strewn
'long corridors else hollowed
by whores and addicts, why?
rages the storm, tempting
deep within, reflects the sky
the silent seismic soul
rippling thoughts cascade, old
hollowed echoes of love
barren landscape
under a silver sky, high
tears flown
like lunar light
carved across
scarred surface of bone
shimmering in lost
cruel light shone.
Skulls
cracked, hollowed
showing, decomposing, wounding
Remains, Graves, Cemeteries, Mausoleums
cushioning preserving, defending
damaged, vacant
Souls.
Bungalow shrouded by sorrow
Ancillary space time doth borrow
Recycled dreams in dark basement furrow
Residual memories in corroded hope chest burrow
Embezzled ambitions in fallow vault sallow
Naked soul in hollowed-out walls doth wallow
Tunes of despondent melodies,
Torture of a deprived soul,
I journey through a dark meadow,
I carry an undue weight,
I am hollowed by yesterday,
An elegy to twilight.
February 6, 2026.
Nette Onclaud,
Connect the Dots Poetry Contest.
I was dead and buried,
a corpse rotting in soil.
No sunshine reached me,
my flesh falling away, hollowed.
But I am alive now,
green and bursting forth.
So much has been lost,
while I slept in the ground,
but now I am here again,
ready for each new day.