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Sometimes lurking in corner. Sometimes tumbling down endlessly, and sometimes with frozen smile immolating oneself before an idol to be. He danced imprisoned in a glass case whole life. Overcoming the pretentious inhibition to stand naked in dimlights of arguments.
A starfish was in my glass. You blame the moon of brutality while moondust had misled the ocean. Darkhole was ejecting the stars. An animal instinct sparts the bullet like supernova. Black dwarf crop up around the light house for
What is it that is plaguing me, Like a knotted maze, Slicing my very core, Into tiny shreds of agony, Haunting the soul with its echoes? Could a bond just melt, Into nothingness, Like a kite that cuts off, On
Destiny etches our lives and draws its pictures, we are but portraits placed in its layout… Strange are the ways of fate; when all is lived and seen, when the path to be trod, has been decided and chosen then,
This river breaks on rocks unmoving. Soft music unceasing on violin strings. My heart plays silent tunes in darkness. A picture melts into nothingness. ……………………………… Gather them, If you can, those broken pieces before the waves swallow. The sea is
Darkness shrouds the dying day, turning everything still but the shadows, growing they are now the undead, gliding towards altars for their daily prey. The silence is just a blindfold, the night but an illusion, things unheard best left unsaid,
The day bleeds slowly, blots across the blackening sky, red drips into the nothingness, darkness overpowers the light; I fly back to my lonely nest, hunted by the crescent moon, only the stars offer me sight, I long to be
“How glorious and how perfect Art the works the Lord hath done” For upon nothingness, He formed the earth When nothing that breathes upon the vast universe lived He made all things alive by His breath of life From the
I stand here alone. Afraid. Why did you ever lie to me? Dragging me further and further down with this temporary love, You had me paralysed, mesmerised with your very essence. Why couldn’t I break free..? Weak, so weak I
With roots wrinkled and parched, standing upright bluntly and lifelessly, And the green cloak being lost and you adore a thin skin of brown rusty bark falling in bits and pieces. The long chain of ants are seen no more
Black hole in my china cup, You swirl round in vortices; Rising, falling, twirling up, You mind me no notices! In your twirling eye, black As pitch, I see me in a café; Sitting up and sitting back, Stirring black-hole
This river breaks on rocks unmoving. Soft music unceasing on violin strings. My heart plays silent tunes in darkness. A picture melts into nothingness. Gather them, If you can, those broken pieces before the waves swallow. The sea is kind
Tablets Of Stone Have you walked among the tombstones Have you seen what’s there Words chiselled in the stone Résumés of the departed, gone to seek redemption Transformed into tablets made of stone. Have you walked among the tombstones Have
” If you wish to make an apple pie from scratch, you must first create the universe.” —Carl Sagan It’s all in there, waiting, just waiting in the time before time, the universe, our universe, packed unimaginably tight, indistinguishably tight,
You’re welcome in! I’ve seen you…. In my dreams, as in life, echoing the velvet onyx abyss of your soulless heart, And sweetly enshrouded with the eternal stench of history’s charm. The doors, portcullis to my chamber, lay stark wide,
With an empty pocket, and an attitude He strolls down the streets…… With an empty heart, an empath he is Swings by swindlers, a philanthropist, Little lunatic street urchin he is……. When night falls Kevin watches upon others Like fathers
I was a non-believer in exodus of nothingness. Here you are, I am. In crimson sky talking of nobody, unbuttoning the moon. Fill up my glass with tears of joy. And sleep I must in the arms of sorrow. There
Where death and exotica meet, life stands naked in midst of our sacred hymns, Shadow fighting is not actuality. An essay on truth fades. Someday I will pull down the curtain. At the end of the road, death waits, apologizing
I feel this ever looming wrath. It comes from within. Sure to destroy everything in its path. But as this soul would come out. The whisps of smoke will arise. Rotten a cadaver only will be perceived. A thousand clouds
I do like to listening to voters and then breathing legislator’s air listening to the staff array and consultants demonstrate due diligence for you carry the deptt. we have incurred at the man’s behest… lifting up our degradedness with pretend
Dark clouds fill the sky– ashen wind brings empty rain to my roof. My fingers lie calm! her fragrance floats into nothingness….., The woodpecker takes me deep to the forest, her past year breeze echoes gently in hills, And, like
This nothingness was overwhelming. When words fail to tell the facts, only silence talks. That brutal interrogation of self to undo the decline, like a a viper in your home. The mortgaged glow of stoned infant in the exiled land,
You come home, sitting on my shoulders. I bid you farewell at door. Death tiptoes in dark before looking at the bare hands. A new concept of ending comes out from crozier. Uncoiling has stopped. In loincloth a truth unravels
That tribal instinct sits in the denial. Words fly in fog carrying absurd meanings. I was ready for the impeachment. Like a pinned butterfly you lived several times, repeating a dialogue on a mindless thought. From nothing to nothingness, you
Smudged on the horizon, Beneath the uncaring gray clouds, Farewell of the year Fireworks set out, And the ink drips down to nothingness. Life goes on. But pain has the gift of rekindling, And heart is it’s faithful torchbearer –
When darkness prevails, Even our own shadow betrays. World avails the opportunity, Criticizing you and questioning your capability. Unexpected people change their minds, On asking help, they behave as if blind. They don’t look into the real matter, Only spread
I will deceive the immortality in my inadequacy, between myself and a messy belief. The sky cracks open. One unreal moon slaps the dark clouds. You want to rest on my shoulder till eternity. The silence leads to nothingness. Over
Audacity to live with your demons, putting up a fake love belief, who was the time, of that dark night? Distinctly alive to what I was not just putting up the shades of death into nothingness of peace in war.
The dusk seemed darker than ever, A few stars twinkling here and there. The Pole Star, fixed essentially, giving assurance…. Things are not always as they seem to be. Tossing and turning is the law of existence, None remains untouched,
Who will deliver the blow to hissing winds of red hot skin when burning desert hits the green trees? Life flows through fire in the shadows of cloudy peaks. I resume living in the bodies of other people, I am
The whiteness in a black-spotted dove flies away from my head, each time war wakes up; A voice falls down from a window staring into emptiness, which is jammed with fragileness and trivialities, and crashes on the cracked street. Rust
In time warp, to find the fell of a dark moon my thoughts bring out a birthday gift. The first step in fog discovers the sharp edge of kindness. Who will believe this black and white, suicide of a sage?