Vacant Poems - Poems about Vacant

The Hollow City

(The Hollow City Cycle include:
The Hollow City
I Remember You -- the city speaks
Last One Left)

No footsteps echo on broken stone,
only wind dragging secrets through dust.
The city sighs—
its breath made of ivy and rust.

Windows gape like hollow eyes,
watching nothing, remembering everything.
A carousel groans beneath twisted vines,
still waiting for laughter
that will never return.

Billboards fade into ghost stories.
Sidewalks

Tears in Vacant Rooms

Written: March 05, 2025 

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As the final petal droops
upon quivering leaves,
while the soul begins to decay
akin to the evening lights 
fading into a coffin.
Tears flow quietly across vacant rooms,
sheltered in the hidden retreat, 
of a hapless fool folly.
Aged and forsaken, an ancient blade lies 
on a ragged

Shelters of Silence

"In the USA, vacant homes by thousands thrive, 
while countless homeless struggle to survive. 
In a land of plenty, such homes stand bare, 
as lost souls grow, wandering in despair."

Vacant Minds

Her vacant mind.
So hard to find.
The reasons why her thoughts entwine.

Her loss of thought.
A fall from grace.
The pain is written on her face.

Her vacant mind is not the same.
She struggles to recall my name.

An empty void to fill this space.
Her memories we can't replace.

A timeless thought, lets not forget.
Decisions made with no regret.
And still i

Midnight in a vacant airport

Beneath fluorescent runway 
bars and stripped cars
the hollow hum of engines,
echoes of footsteps stretch thin 
across marble floors
ancient whores!

Ghosts in suits 
drift scarves 
through the fog of the sublime,
their eyes dim beacons
distant, never seeing what is before them.

The air tastes of cold steel
whispered departures of souls.

Meeting in the night,
where the walls sigh stories 
of strangers

A vacant mind in blooming garden

Ashy Prinia pair
Flitted across my garden
Catching something here and there

Yellow Portulaca flowers looked brighter
Once they saw this
Ashy Prinia pair

A lone lotus 
Swayed as the gentle birds
Flitted across my garden

I wondered how
They stayed happy while
Catching something here and there

VACANT CANOE

A big lake with an empty canoe
No one knows how it go there
A lake at that
One’s thought, “For Heaven’s sake”
What is your take?
There were no bodies found
Maybe they even drowned
Perhaps swam to shore
There are no clues to make it sure
Nobody has seen
No one knows what this mystery means
A Canoe, Lake and no occupants
Mystery alright
Seen in

Vacant

Vacant eyes 
Rough hands 
Mother's weeping
Water raging
Soul sleeping 
Angels grasping
Earth unholy
Glass breaking
Horns blaring

In Vacant Time-SHM

Beyond a small stream’s margin lay we two
beneath a giant oak which spread sweet shade.
We barely knew what next we ought to do
there, pleasure-sated from the love we’d made
within deep foilage like a carpet lush.
The grass, which from the bank seemed to unroll
with wealth of buttercups and trim of brush
continued past us, up a gentle

On a Vacant Field

On a vacant field

A red fox meditates

A hawk circles

A squirrel rolls the dice

A school bus passes

An old man

A Vacant Mind

A Vacant Mind


                        Does not a vacant mind breed wanton thoughts
                     

Too Far Gone

Her eyes shone like diamond pools, 
Only in distant memories and dreams. 
Once loving heart intensely beats, 
Exploding, bursting at the seams. 

The sweet voice of lullabies, 
Ever vacant, ever hollow. 
The sun always made her glow, 
In despair it simply wallows. 

Waves of time, 
Of intuition. 
Ever rarely, 
In her vision. 
Nerium bloomed, 
In

The Haunted

There are a number of houses 
Said to be haunted
Because they are vacant
Even with a beautiful location
Good designs
Said to be a dream house 
Maybe people's hearts are haunted
They wait for a good bargaining 
To sell to make extra profits
They didn't reach a compromise 
To sell  amongst them
The heir to the house is questionable
Someone died

Vacant Perdition

Vacant Perdition


Reeling listless
Empty story
Gazing, endless
Mandatory
Purgatory
Muted motion
Thinking sorely
Null devotion

Sudden urges
Fleeting feelings
Will emerges
Sailing ceilings
Disused dealings
Mislaid purpose
Broken meanings
Without service

It’s insipid
Bouncing bluster
Wisdom wicked
Nothing mustered
Lacking luster
Sempiternal
Filibuster
Silence vernal

Hell's Vacant Room-

The doors of your heart is open;
I stand at your eyes those windows to your soul;
I embrace you I then walk to through your spirit;
I kiss the wall you stand tall;
You close your eyes;
I enter in;
And to our delight;
All is well;
We emerge together in hells vacant room


12/17/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021

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