Short Nihility Poems
Short Nihility Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Nihility by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Nihility by length and keyword.
When time's hands stint
At 5 o'clock, the mass
Discontinue.
Rolling money comes to a halt,
Pulls up at the red lights.
All drudgery abandoned.
Terminate awaiting deadlines
As the ever whiling world is frozen
By the heated energy of freedom.
Quit the working frenzy
For a night of wrapped up nihility.
Categories:
nihility, on work and working, parody, philosophy, social,
Form:
Free verse
Humans act in accordance to a cliche,
my uniqueness is in delay.
Nihility calls my name,
existence is in shame.
Evaluating an enigma that have not yet have an answer,
curiosities are to be a cancer.
Humans come in all shapes or forms,
yet there’s an universal norm.
I am nothing close to remarkable, it is improbable.
Categories:
nihility, 12th grade,
Form:
Rhyme
orphans of the storm
we race towards meaning
seeking
tripping on threads
of delusion
frantic wandering
towards nothingness
mapping our descent
veiled as ascention
we are dark angels
treading lightly
on the narrow road
to disparity
this futile journey
a wasted lifetime
and in the end
we are back
at the beginning.
1999
Categories:
nihility, angst, journey,
Form:
Free verse
How Could I resist the gravity!
Do I intend either!
How wild the temptations are!
Warmth of her blazing innocence
Flowing through one’ ethics,
Unsung lyrics on trembling lips,
How synchronized!
Passive fire of her erupting crests
Overwhelms one’s tranquility,
Mind that dwells among fantasy
How mesmerizing!
Alleys of her valleys you walk
You walk in confusions obscure,
And transcend you too into nihility,
How blissful!
Categories:
nihility, love
Form:
Free verse
Lord bless the nihility
of spirit and entity
'cause my mind is pallid
like a deaf actor
in a silent film
but I'm not craven
just frowned and mortal
antique in the name
of a poetic justice
hesitating no more
sleepwalking in time
one of the nervous eaters
I'm the oxygen moron
joining the armies
of heavenly damned
to luminize the libretto
at vanishing point
wounded and mesmeric
never mind the bollocks
whatever they say
I'll always complain
Categories:
nihility, dream, imagery, surreal,
Form:
Free verse