Short Hollowness Poems
Short Hollowness Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Hollowness by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Hollowness by length and keyword.
A marionette of the void
Aware of the needle like strings,
Stranding on the edge of light
Yet covered by the veil of hollowness
A woeful homunculus, gazing at the abyss
I tighten your tie, tighten in your lies, shine your shoes so I can see the real you and hold your eyes to mine in the big blue sky.
So I can see inside the hollowness that is you.
Listening to the torture, the evidence of love lost,
It soothes the loneliness and heavy hollowness
Felt by so many; a smile creeps onto the face of
Each of us, knowing we are heard by the poet.
(for Taylor Swift)
Who adjourns me
in this backlight story
Who will call the wolf
to dance in her captivity ?
Willow wisp dispensing hollowness
espied on fields of grey
The World's a stage
disembark at your own peril
Pontificate
your ardour
anoints us well
At the dead of night
he came inside stealthily,
By daybreak he was gone.
He stole the essence of my flower,
left me with swaths of thorns in his wake,
a feeling of hollowness in my world.
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Don’t fear the truth
Only be afraid of the lies
Those thoughts that entertain the mind
With fallacies dripping in hollowness
Yet reality grips onto weight
Holding true emotion
But never breaking under stress
Because truth fastens life
When deceit unravels it
Form:
Jack
Primal, hungry, intense, aware
Son of Johnnie
Lover of Mitch, cannabis, and poppy
Who feels the wind, the land, the spirit
Who fears hollowness, weakness, and failure
Who would like to see justice, an awakening, and a renewal
Resident of the Ghost Fog
Lurhstaap
An empty bottle cringes then
A lone moment traces
A hollowness in soul.
Twisted truth of surviving on
Coldness only embraces
To puzzle more. And more..
An uneasiness emerges then
An introspection cries
Only to let me know..
I'm having an old friend for dinner.
8-3-2019
An emptiness follows me
Walks with me
Haunts the present
With claws of the past
Tearing moments asunder
Increasing the hollowness
Of a now
Devoid of what was
When.
Lost Days
Lost in the darkness
lusting for a way out
Lurking in the blackness
longing for the tunnel
Blinking at the vague emptiness
stirring the hollowness
scaring the shadows
Scattering the darkened clouds
surfing for a ray of hope
Roaring at my doubts
as l map my way home
From where we’ve been, must be the truth,
That was sought in the hollowness of time.
Struggling to reach from the outside,
To ratify oneself.
From the innermost fragment there flows a justice,
That one greets from behind.
Leading against the vanishing compulsions of mystery,
Finishing those who follow.
A pure arousing freshness
Streams through the ocean air,
Crispy icey fingers surrround
The rain pulsates against
Pale fog fondly caresses
White caps ram down
Darken caves,
spray splashes the walls
shuttery waves drifts up
and around the smooth
curves,
water swells in the hollowness
floam slides away
evening night feathery
floats down upon
I peer through the window;
the hollowness of my soul
reaches across the distance
of an endless horizon
this day seems sultry
much like my thoughts
when i think of you
a slight breeze
kisses my face
like a heated breath
falling soft on bare flesh
passionate dreams
mingle with possibilities,
reality screams
i feel summer's touch
yet i wonder...
is it you?
My heart feels like an empty space
I see millions of faces
Still it feels like I am out of place
Since the day you walked away
The hollowness seems larger
Every time the sun shines brighter
Because none of your laughter
Makes it warmer anymore
Mellowness
Sorrow and sadness
Leaving me senseless
In this indefinite madness
Since the day you walked away
Form:
Those crimson rims I still taste,
Your pretty thoughts I constantly chaste
Hunted by those orbs filled with certainty,
One I’d be blessed to gaze till eternity
Lingering touch I feel,
That portal of another thrill
Hollowness I can’t articulate,
In this coldness I’m intoxicate
Wistful for the warmth of your voice,
Doubting if patience was the right choice?
January
January pouts like a petulant child,
Crying with rain and dreary.
“Why is fun out of favor now?
I wished for more attention and approval,
A relief from fury and fever pitch of perfecting,
A time to revive and renew, and now
Rest and relief have cunningly come, and yet
Suddenly, hollowness and longing,
Not for the flashy and flamboyant past,
But for the manger.
Through Tin Hearts,
shallow pleadings
wander unwillingly with time,
in concert with
a melancholy spectre
of Love's past.
Surely, it must not
be too late
to borrow these moments
nor to clear
the hollowness
that echoes from
the smithery of despair.
Empty of it's consortion ,
Hope desires respite.
Loneliness,
on the other hand,
always has
an eager
companion.
07/15/2020
mostly when you leave
the sunshine stays, but it’s all different
and the hollowness
and the opression
and the muzziness
and the fecklessness
and the lassitude
and all that other things, even slightly
hit sharply like soul lightnings
and fire tornadoes
and the beating tomato of my heart
feels like a ketchup trapped in a bottle
but I‘ll always wait until that day
when I can see you again
a strange like feeling
unknown so far,
pierced through me,
with hollowness
of the years, in true.
yet, the life as such,
in a jiffy, gone and flew
that I lived alone
as one in the crew.
its flavour tastier
and rhythm smoother,
when a new shoot
of renunciation grew.
the real happiness,
as I felt, in the detachment
and the stark joy in the fullest,
that was only for me and a few.
I was born in rehab.
Hearing the hollowness of my own ear drums,
I felt loose and without words.
I love windmills,
As the world echoes around me:
With the girl who can't walk.
And the giant, angry one.
I hate work.
I want balloons, bubbles, and windmills.
I want them now.
Somewhere I will open up the quietest of dreams.
And round and round we all will go
As big as a hot air balloon.
The horrid hollowness of the empty nest,
viewed without a redress, empty nest.
Years of doting, uplifting, caring
bring forth a man of kindness, empty nest.
The sun which rose with his laughter
sets with a mother’s loneliness, empty nest.
Let my heart sing with each memory
of cuddled child breathless, empty nest.
Remembering you, longing for your smile,
brings meaning home, fullness to empty nest.
It so exists within me strong
The hollowness, oh how I long
If only I were to know love
I beg I find
I beg I find
But no, it never ever seems to be
A fated curse, my misery
I shall never know the touch
Of thee I seek
Of thee I seek
I pray this night it quickly pass
I want no pain, this night to last
It draws my blood in form of tears
For love not found
For love not found
whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
startling me ……………………………….the first time
in the dark, surrounding me, coming from
God only knew what direction.
I stood motionless, marveling at owl’s hollowness.
It was as if she makes her own unique echo.
whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
I hear her much more often now,
but
I am ready
Not nearly as frightened.
Does my hair still stand up on my arms? Sure.
In the looking glass I see
A stranger there or is it me
Curly hair and pale blue eyes
An honest face or a disguise
To hide the hollowness inside
No life there yet still alive
Not decayed but never filled
Moving on by act of will
Looking for a way to breach
This glass that keeps us out of reach
Which side of the glass am I
PLEASE DO NOT LEAVE I hoarsely cry
If you walk away from me
Will I simply cease to be?
Do not think about the hollowness
It's not real, it is only a cavity
Oh but the cold, strangling my toes
The cold in which inhabit my foes
Oh and the demons that visit me at night and dawn
Demanding that I become withdrawn
You're done, you are no longer wanted here,
Come forth, and you will no longer bear this fear
Shivers trickled down my spine as I came to the fore
Reminding me, that I was never even here before.