Empty Motion
Choked by the silk of time
my words died, voice
petrified by the emerging emptiness
escaped into arms of silence.
Stalked by my own opinions
emotions escalated into rebellious bunch
of nonsense, odd enough to be abandoned
by reason, innocent enough to be destroyed
by beloved.
There is this empty motion
in the chests of each living man
that pushes us onto being, all against
us.
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Emptiness Comes
EMPTINESS COMES
Emptiness comes-
There is nothing to say
Nothing to write-
But Nothing is for me only nothing
It is not the goal and the meaning-
Egolessness belongs to saints of a certain kind
I am not a saint-
Emptiness disappears with the writing
Words and meanings come-
I suppose one will be empty forever
When one is alive
What can Emptiness give?
I have written against the Emptiness
And am less empty now for now-
Thank God I no longer feel empty now-
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Hey There Beloved
Hey there beloved why are you walking away from me?
Hey there beloved don't you know all those gifts are from me?
Hey there beloved I carried you through your storms
Hey there beloved come back to me
Hey there beloved don't you know I'm waiting with open arms
Hey there beloved I wish you were not blind but could turn back and see
Hey there beloved don't you notice my art?
Hey there beloved my love for you is in every night sky
Hey there beloved look for my love in the sunset
Hey there beloved, the sun is for you
Hey there beloved the coolness of clouds is for your enjoyment
Hey there beloved I love you
Hey there beloved You can walk away
Hey there beloved it makes me cry when you chase other lovers, but
Hey there beloved I'll let you go because I want you to choose me
Hey there beloved I want you to learn to love me
Hey there beloved don't go to them
Hey there beloved they cannot fill you up
Hey there beloved, I'll never give up on you
Hey there beloved I'm full of tears
Hey there beloved I made you for so much more
Hey there beloved you don't have to dress like that
Hey there beloved they don't really love you
Hey there beloved you're more than just a body
Hey there beloved you don't have to try to be something you're not
Hey there beloved I still love you
Hey there beloved you don't have to earn my love
Hey there beloved those things won't satisfy you
Hey there beloved heed my voice that path will destroy you
Hey there beloved you're broken, but
Hey there beloved my heart breaks for you
Hey there beloved can't you see the brokenness?
Hey there beloved why do you ignore me
Hey there beloved.... I love you with all that I am
Hey there beloved, that's everything there is
Hey there beloved I love you with my entire being
Hey there beloved that's grander than the universe itself
Hey there beloved you've strayed so far away
Hey there beloved I'll always call you back
Hey there beloved I'll always be waiting
Hey there beloved I still love y-
Hey there beloved h--
Hey there be-----
Hey--------
H--------
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poem by David Knox
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A flame once burned
hidden
invisible
irreversible
choked flames
quenched fire
crushed lyre
sparse daylight
muted bog
creeping smog
dying memory
closing wold
emerging cold
infinite reclusion
elusive distance
moribund resistance
pervasive silence
predominant nothing
abandoned feeling
poem by Ellie Daphne van Stralen
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Empty Now
you are telling me that what i did was so hurting
it was you who was bombarding me with a hundred words
per minute
as i was
sitting on the rocking chair facing the sea where this time the wind keeps on
rushing
on my
face
i assure you i was listening to every word you are saying because i have told you once and i am telling you again and again i love you and i will always love you till
the end
of time
and you still keep bombarding me with all those words that you were hurt by my telling you i love you i love you i love you yet there is something untrue
you did
not kiss
me yes
you for
got the
kiss
the real reason why you said i love you is because i asked you to tell me and to repeat the words that i missed hearing after ten years of this marriage
you are
cruel
in the
silence
in between
the words
demanded.
it is the emptiness of your words that is killing me it is this emptiness that
is telling the truth this emptiness between us so huge so wide i cannot
anymore
reach you
you have
shut me
out from
your full
ness from
your wall
words.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Silence Of Nothing To Say
The silence of nothing to say
Is forcibly broken by the will for words
A poem is made not born
And there are nights when only determination can say anything-
I write now in the shadow of the night
When all the light is artificial
When inside me is only an empty emptiness
A quiet of nothing deep or beautiful –
I can make a poem out of nothing
But then it may be nothing too
Words alone are not enough
The truer poem comes out of something deeper I do not have now
Let the words play
Let the silence be broken
Let this night be written down
For the empty poem it is.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Dream Time
I'll not take a single kiss from you
for that is too few
I'll not go silent
for words are one way
of loving you.
I'll not stray far from your arms
for they feel bereft without you
swaying in them.
I'll lift you
to these lips
and feel you slide
down my body
exhaling.
I turn you
like a star rotating
for you have
a similar light.
If love comes with
joy attached
mine sings soul songs
And you
harpist of my deep stirrings
play for me
sweet songs
that only
we two
lovers
know.
And we
melt in the melting
dissolve in the dissolving
re-emerging
from Emotions Arms
sated
and beyond
yet
even these words
do not describe
the all there is
in the dream time
we share
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Those Empty People...
for in truth how can days be empty
with the sun up high
and grasses green below
and clouds of blue
in between?
those hollow men
chests filled with air
and words
without clarity and direction
words without meaning
spoken
without flesh and bones
promises and promises
nothing real
shattered principles
broken glass
indeed there are only empty
men speaking their
empty words
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The same fate
The beloved daughters had abandoned him.
The beloved children of them had too..
He died by his son who never cared him.
If I would get the same fate, I feared.
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poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Dead Woman
If suddenly you do not exist,
if suddenly you are not living,
I shall go on living.
I do not dare,
I do not dare to write it,
if you die.
I shall go on living.
Because where a man has no voice,
there, my voice
Where blacks are beaten,
I can not be dead.
When my brothers go to jail
I shall go with them.
When victory,
not my victory,
but the great victory
arrives,
even though I am mute I must speak:
I shall see it come even though I am blind.
No, forgive me,
if you are not living,
ifd you, beloved, my love,
if you
have died.
poem by Pablo Neruda
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I Can't Help Myself
Oh sugar pie, honey bunch
You know that i love you
I can't help myself
I love you and nobody else
In and out my life
You come and you go
Leaving just your picture behind
And i've kissed it a thousand times
When you snap your fingers or wink your eye
I come a running to you
Tied to you like a ball-and-chain
And there's nothing that i can do
Can't help myself
No, i can't help myself
Sugar pie, honey bunch
I'm weaker than a girl should be
I can't help myself
I'm a fool in love you see
I wanna tell you i don't love you
Tell you that we're through
And i've tried
But every time i see your face
I get all choked up inside
When i call your name
Boy it starts the flame
Burning in my heart
Tearin' it all apart
No matter how i try
My love i cannot hide
Sugar pie, honey bunch
You now that i'm weak for you
I can't help myself
I love you and nobody else
Ooh sugar pie honey bunch
I'll do anything you ask me to
I can't help myself
I want you and nobody else
Sugar pie, honey bunch
You know that i love you
I can't help myself
No no no, i can't help myself
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Her Name
He called her name from aching mouth,
Calling her dreams as if they slept from the spine.
His moment of motion began from the bed
Towards the innocent tower of strength.
Lifting the body had never been attempted
For the human body required a sense of loss.
She was dead for generations, alive for the time,
The crystal cover of her diary shined with disbelief.
Wondered over, captained and bought,
The books of life are the whole meaning of time and dreams.
It was her emptiness and his emptiness
This time.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Touching
Touching are words expressed,
When hearts are filled with such emptiness.
Touching is that lost contact,
We long to hold and feel against our chests.
Touching are the flow of memories,
Coming when someone has left.
So touching we are when those times arrive.
And touching we wish,
To be done when the end comes.
As tears are cried.
And those with touching emotions,
Felt with sighs...
Inside.
Rising to surface...
Are not found to be at their best.
When wept!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Silence Is Emptiness
THE SILENCE IS EMPTINESS
The silence is emptiness
But emptiness is not peace.
The silence is emptiness
The emptiness of ‘nothing to say’.
The silence is the end of who I am.
All I began as
Has come to only this-
The silence.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Poetry?
what is poetry
a bunch rhymes
or just simple words on paper because you have to much time
poetry to me isnt all about rhyming
poetry to me is a way to get out emotions or things that happen in the past your to scared to say so instead you write about it. poetry can be sweet, bad, naughty, nice poetry is how your feeling poetry takes on the tone of voice your to scared to explain. poetry is that voice deep down inside that voice that takes over when your typing or writng. to me people are poetry people are the voice, people are the future, but poetry is the key that on locks us all. to stand up and use that voice that we write with when were writng poetry.
poem by Jerrell Frazier
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Voice
There's a lot that you preach and say you stand for
Kindness and generosity but you still have to settle a score
Skilled with the a blade sharper than a lethal sword
Freedom of speak, the only weapon you can afford
So many sit in silence as your opinions are shared
Words that are laced with poison but still they truly care
No one can tell just what your tune can truly sell
The only ones free are the ones whose hearing time quells
Yet there is still one whose voice speaks volumes through yours
As silence descends so does the truth hidden before
This other voice speaks and all has been restrained
But in a less violent way as those that you tamed
Violent may not be the correct term to use here
No, maybe I should show them the terror and fear
That held them so restricted in the cold and the dark
Show them the true power of your words possessive mark
So now that they listen to this other voice
Maybe now you can make the right choice
Let them be free for the sake of your soul
Because even though you try to protect, you can't pay that toll
poem by Rebecca Pepper
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Silence Came After Days Of Struggle With Words
SILENCE CAME AFTER DAYS OF STRUGGLE WITH WORDS
Silence came after days of struggle with words
After many awkward failures
Out of the understanding
That nothing more could be done.
Silence came of exhaustion and emptiness and defeat
Not the beautiful silence we love
But the silence of desperation.
Silence came and made me look at my lines
With discomfort and dissatisfaction.
I break the silence now
Without any assurance whatsoever
That I should.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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How Does One Hear The Echoes Of Silence?
silence. Does not speak, silence is dead.
it is buried underneath the mouth,
and simply rots there, like dust,
with worms. It will be the worms
that shall utter silence, but at the end
silence is devoured
and gone.
what you hear and see is this
emptiness. it has feet and walks in air.
and tinkers in space, some moods and
feelings, fleeing, fleeting,
this emptiness speaks a lot
some words turning themselves
from elves to giants to cyclops
to monsters of the universe
where this emptiness dwells
it is in my heart, always, resounding,
with lots of echoes as it reaches
the walls of the farthest planet
and comes back to me
like the twinkling of a star.
and then i am full.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Unspoken
Sliding gently into silence,
Words are sucked dry,
Lie like dried insect husks
Divested of meaning.
Sounds lost in the chaos.
The noiselessness deafens.
Whistles screaming into oblivion.
The empty space between the lines,
These words unsaid yet explicit,
That swivel around the unspoken.
In that split of time, that void,
The inablity to unwrap, voice,
We are separated, walled off.
The corpse lies between us
Lying in cold mute misery.
We know our love has died
poem by Paul Brookes
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In The Silence
Silence is too quiet,
It tortures us until we break it.
I was silent for a reason,
The reason not to cause trouble,
But that is all I ever did.
Troubled to stop the pain of my past,
Troubled to hear your voice calling for me,
Troubled to much to grab your hand,
So you could set me free.
In the silence you see struggle,
In the silence you can't see,
You can't breathe.
In the silence you can't hear me,
No matter how loud my voice exceeds.
Never being helped in my eternal silence.
poem by Amy Fifita
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Dr Reaper and the Death of Love
He diagnosed us nervous wrecks
And the reason for it was all sex.
The innocent things which we enjoyed
Were scrutinized and then destroyed.
Then when we suffered he was overjoyed
'We've come a long way since Sigmund Freud,
Since D.H. Lwarence and Wilhelm Reich,
Those thinkers that you used to like!
Do you remember 'Flower Power'
When Timothy Leary had his hour?
And don't forget the Human Soul,
Last refuge of the Romantic Fool,
This is the age where we CONTROL
And use our minds as an accurate tool!
Poetry is just empty words
That will vanish like the singing of birds,
The Earth will shrug off songs and dreams,
Everything's as empty as it seems,
The INTELLECT will be our God
And rule us with an iron rod! !
Stop thinking of that earlier time,
You know nostalgia is a crime,
The pleasures we had were ANALYSED,
Love's embryo was paralysed,
It's very simple, can't you see,
It's down to numbers, one, two, three,
There's no such thing as being 'free'
Not with MATHEMATICAL certainty! ! '
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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