Spaces Poems - Poems about Spaces

empty spaces

Ghosts that haunt empty spaces
Like objects in cabinets 
that drift on window pains 
As light out places the things 
left in the corners of 
attics and In-between 
the walls and hidden faces, 
memories like objects 
that linger as bookmarks 
to someone's history, 
yellowing pages, 
trinkets and toys, 
old books and broken vases 
sit like old

HALCYON SPACES

HALCYON SPACES*
Poem written for and submitted to Brian Strand's #1403 Contest
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I notice the halcyon spaces between my thoughts. Thoughts come and go, but spaces are always there—between written words, between objects, between thoughts, between sounds, between words, between musical notes, and inside a cup—around and inside it. Spaces are everywhere. They’re all the same spaces,

Spaces Left Behind Left Bare

You left the chair, but not the room,
The silence clings, a flower in bloom.
The kettle waits muted, cold and dry,
Empty spaces haunt me as I go by.

No space is bare, if love stayed there,
Your breath floats in scented air.
Your shadow clings to every chair.
No space is bare - if love stayed there.

Your love shapes what’s

Urban Spaces

Urban Spaces
 The world is getting smaller.
 People become dwellers.
 A newlife of solo living.
 A single life of well-being.
 Do weall have anxiety?
 Through loneliness especially.
 Maybe we have lost trust in each other.
 Walk on by, don’t even bother.
 Some live in urban spaces.
 Pass on by many faces.
 Webecome too independent.
 Individual

I exist in liminal spaces

I exist in liminal spaces 
Forever in the shade despite my longing to be warmed by the sun
A foggy filter laying over every scene before me
I'm always in love with life, in love with death and crushed by everything in between
Flightless
Delighted by beauty and plagued by sadness
Only birds can get close to God I whisper

Communion in Shared Spaces - Inspired by Love Communion of Glenn Hughes

Written: February 28, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori

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I long to explore 
the depth of your flummoxed mind,
fathom the forms of 
your emotions, 
and outline the scenery of 
in dreams of avarice
It seems to be the right time

THE SPACES THAT ARE LEFT

I never knew what to fill the spaces with
Sometimes I didn't even see them
They were disguised under many coats
With hidden pockets of shallowness
And oversized buttons to mismatched holes.
It didn't matter most of the time
Because the tailor never stopped sewing more
And I was content to let them lie
Beneath the growing pile of tweed
And gaberdine and wrinkled

Connected Spaces

I miss my old room
it was nice being in a small space
at least i could call it mine
mine mine mine mine mine
putting my arms straight out
i could touch each wall, ghost my fingers over
the fresh gray paint and random posters
and string lights and photos of my friends
and the twin size bed i slept on till

SPACES experimental tritich

CATARACT OP

The mist lifts slowly

           ??

A new vista is unveiled

*Gael Turnbull(1928-2004,a Scottish doctor-poet created the imagist Spaces form in his collection Briefly (1967) a three line poem with a larger than usual blank space( ??)for 2nd 'line'.
Turnbull  called poems using his device ‘Spaces’, and

Separate spaces, United hearts

Sperate the spaces,
Tracking our traces
We're not ever far apart,
The finest composed 
Written with our prose
We'll sing slow songs of the heart

Feelings of freedom
Subset is seldom
Distancing, us from the start
Dissolve all the years
Bandage all our fears
Brought this harmony so smart

SLIVER OF SPACES

Can you connect the gaps 
With me, nonetheless? 
Will you spread yourself thin, 
For the few and far between? 

Fill the crevices 
No matter how deep 
Bridge the chasms 
Even if its jagged at the seams 

Do you see the sliver of spaces? 
The look on our faces 
meaningful gazes 
Try as you might 
And

Empty Spaces

Where you used to live is now empty
loneliness is beyond a lack of oxygen 
your scent lingers as candles ~
a blend of spice and sweetness
you bestow steady impetus day or night...
 
Chart a course in seas of vagueness,
a murky future, a hazy doubt
I wish time could be reversed

An empty bed fills my empty room,
sorrowful reins, uneasy mind
no

Filling Up Spaces With Words

Does anyone have the conception
that I'm disconnected from reality,
so fearful to face more hardships? 
All I do is filling up spaces with words,
they fit perfectly to make me feel easy:
it's awful to be judged with contention!  

Am I someone so selfish to be derided by jesters
for choosing a hideout from the internal chaos?
Who praises

Liminal Space-Surreality

Classical infusion Beethoven’s “ode to joy”
Playing on blaring audiophile speakers annoy 
Purposely looped to destroy vagrants with electronic music
Blends of subversive elements and anxious acoustic 
Solution to loitering the bodega doo dropping
Spicy Shiitake broth smelling pissy store front, 
Jaded daily stunt, at midnight wino corks popping
Abruptly segwaying into a film from one music scene to
a

Small Spaces

The cat smells danger.
He crawls into a small space.
Danger smells the cat.

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