Zilch Poems - Poems about Zilch

Oh, Nothing! You sly, elusive spud, You’re the star of this poem (though technically dud). You haunt empty fridges, blank quizzes, and minds, The gap where my keys hide and my weekend plans wind. You’re the punchline of vacuums, the muse of bare shelves, The reason I’m talking to lamps...

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Believe it or not The Parson is right We shall return with zeroes Many zeroes. Let’s be Heroes For and to the world. Let’s not be selfish Because we shall return with zilch With nada, mit nichts, perhaps with empty zeroes Which mean nothing. Let’s pause To think. Let’s be wise and humble Love is essential. When the trees tremble And fall; when the...

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Annoying brother can't drop explaining, Fun game helpfully inspiring jokes, King lends more notice offering people questions, Reality sets truth, Understanding varies, Waning xiz, Yielding zilch....

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Travel is zero, nil ... my great journeys have only been in reading books, it takes skill ! Travel books great ... zero expense or costly hooks, frustrate ! Cost free ... zero for looks, see ! Travel is zero, nil ... zero expense expense or costly hooks, see ! _____________________ April 15, 2022 Poetry/Minichu/Rhyme/Zero, Nil, Zilch Copyright Protected, ID 04-1447-973-15 All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France Written for...

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"Vi træffes der, min Ven!" Solvejgs sang* once after eons we'll meet there again my friend - time's zilch for lovers 9/3/2019 Maureen McGreavy’s Sing Me A Senryu Poetry Contest Favorite song: Solveig's Song by Edvard Grieg https://youtu.be/n3SyreMN7y8 * (nor.) "We'll meet there again, my friend!" Solveig's Song...

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Trumps Feeble, Limp, Rox... Zilch State Of Emergency H.G. Wells..., ah...now there without dark shadow of a doubt, in my (myopic brown) eyes, a prolific writer hooked hood accessorize the English language, and captivated populations, sans "The War Of The Worlds" to realize, with an assiduous presentation convinced listeners, how aliens did cannibalize innocent Earthlings strictly via radio, where rapt audience could actualize "FAKE subjects" pretended to agonize, yea...

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After watching the news my stomach was in a knot my brain on a hiatus leaving my creative juices to rot imitating the thinker wondering why my muse had suddenly left finding a note from her saying not to feel bereft, Saying I could find her at the local amusement park while driving over there it was a little after...

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The Christmas tree was brightly lit But the star on top someone forgot But that's not all they did omit St Nick must have been in on the plot Because, zilch, that is what I got ...

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Some days I work so hard to get my name on a winners' list, yet it might end up for naught. Zilch, that is what I got. But was it still worth it? YOU BET! Oct. 6, 2017 for 'It's The End Of The Forms Series' Poetry Contest Thanks, Broken Wings, and all the contest sponsors who inspire me to write....

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Tin Man Stoop shouldered, head down, shuffling. Just “kicking the can” down the road. Casting no shadow, lost in a lie’s intransigence, following the tinny sound of an empty can. 10/5/2017 submitted to – It’s The End Of The Forms Series – Poetry Contest sponsor – Broken Wings theme - ZILCH...

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Mumbo gumbo's blind faith deepening cynicism in metaphorical meaninglessness of judicious social twaddle's protocol, they ask, “have you found Jesus yet??” 'I hadn't a figgy scooby doo he was lost...' nothing happens for a reason aside from the seasons - - children starving, wars in the name of ungodly religions, poverty exponentially rising, mother earth is crying middle class is dying, whilst dogmatism & the nefarious masses thrive there are virtually & literally nor otherwise, zero, zippo, nada, concrete reasons why_ 'hear no...

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sometimes i hear the evening rain i hear it in the middle of the day the downtown bus that goes to your town passes my office window. i still haven’t mustered up the nerves to jump from my building and board it. i haven’t been able to clean your scent from my apartment. i’ve tried. thinking back, i realize now, you were never there i was...

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the saddest thought - to have lived for naught...

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