#empty poems on Hello Poetry

Eindeinne Moon Mar 8

Maybe we’re trying too hard
to mend what was never meant to be whole,
forcing ourselves to fix it anyway.
But am I truly ready to walk away,
or was the timing never ours to begin with—
or are we just too torn apart to feel this empty?

We used to speak with love,
now every word feels like a war,
shouted, sharpened, meant to wound.

Maybe it’s because I changed,
or was it that I simply fell out of love with you?

#empty

Abbott J Hardison Mar 10

Devoid

In the dark I find myself empty,
Devoid of thought.

Devoid of feeling,
Reaching for something,
Grasping for anything.

Devoid of peace,
Hoping this feeling will pass on from me.

Night

#devoid #empty #thoughts #feeling #peace #night

Grey Mar 10

I'm i crazy

I'm I crazy
I'm no longer in sync,
With my thoughts
Neither with my words
My emotions are of no consequence either

I'm I crazy
I smirk instead of cry
I chuckle at tragedy
I shrug at despair
I turn at disappointment

I'm I crazy
Can't remember how to truly smile
Oh this is rich coming from a soul
whose laughter was contagious
Whose smile was worth the hassle
Yet I wasn't spared

I'm I crazy
That I can only discern
Hunger and thirst
Save anger
The rest are a blurr

Yes I'm crazy
But I'm also a shell
Whose smile wasn't worth fighting for

#empty #shell

Abbott J Hardison Mar 7

Empty Thoughts

My head is empty,
I think there's a hole,
Because every time I fill it up,
It all seems to go.
Did my inspirations take a walk,
Is my talent wandering?
Where are my thoughts,
One empty head,
That's all I've got.

Blanks are all I'm drawing

#empty #thoughts #holes #walks #wandering #inspiration #writing #block #blanks

Lostling Mar 5

Empty

Today I am…
A wisp of hazy cloud, drifting aimlessly.
A sponge, wrung dry. Only ***** suds remain.
A drop of water, endlessly falling—drip… drip… drip…
The colour grey. A dull shade. Just… there.
A fallen cup, its drink long evaporated.
A rock, lying on the riverbed, unmoving, watching life swim by.

Down Day

#empty #numb #tired

Maria Mar 2

A ballad about Love and Heart

Once upon a time, there was a love.
She lived in a responsive heart.
That love grew up and blossomed as amazing flower.
And they had never ever lived apart.

That love lived really like in heaven.
Her life was careless just to the full.
But once he came! Her curse and misery!
And love began to fade in full.

He weaned that love from joke and smiling.
She stopped to look with open eyes.
He was her ****, her full obsession.
She was his captive, no otherwise.

So heart was suffering, love was dying.
There was no happiness in their mood.
And heart, inspite of pain and sorrows,
Just let the love to leave for good.

Since then the heart is fully empty.
The love is gone. Where’s she and how?
No love, no truth, no faith, no kindness.
No point to live from then to now…

There was a love. And she was pure,
Unblemished, naïve and to all.
But you destroyed her white perfection.
You make her suffer just in full.

I offer you a ballad about love again. I always write about love, because it is love that fills my life. And yes, my love is not always happy and bright.
Thank you very much for reading it! 🙏💖

#love #heart #pure #heaven #curse #misery #**** #obsession #sorrow #empty

Grey Feb 28

The Author with inconclusive character

"Ill do that" she said

She was so always eager to please

But then quick to anger

"No worries I'll fix it"
She always said

In return she got a warm smile

"I'll babysit for the coming years"she said

"I'll be a listening ear" she said

"What do you need help with " she said

"Have you eaten " she said

"You sick we need a doctor" she said

Then her cup got empty

She couldn't pour anymore

Yet she felt guilty that
she couldn't give,

That she blamed them for it

Her path became thorny

In return she tortured herself

Became her worst nightmare

And then she met him

He promised her love beyond this realm

That she was the purest soul he has met

What she was,still is ,is a torture device designed specifically for her

She should be validated

And he would make her understand that

He became he refill

A therapist she could divulge her secrets to

But she forgot he was human

She forgot her touch was sinister

She tainted him too

And he threw that to her face

And she couldn't blame him,or them for that

Because there is always more to the story

She might be her author

But what she paints,what she writes

Would never be the full story

Because even she alternates between being a victim in her story

But what stays more constant is she must be the villian in this story

#villian #author #torture #victim #empty #damage #used #betrayed #hope #crushed

Cynthia Feb 22

Born To Die

I’ve said many lies in my lifetime.
But one of the most used ones was
‘I’m fine’

“How are you doing?”
I’m fine.
“How was your day?”
It’s fine.
“Are you okay?”
I’m. Fine.

And I too, desperately tried to make myself believe that.
I grasped to the possibility that
I. Was. Fine.

Even if I struggled or
I self destructed,
I was fine.

In the process of domestication,
I shut the possibility of
emotional unwellness.

I wanted nothing to do with the
bitter reality,
and the stinging truth,
that maybe:
I wasn’t fine.

So when someone reached out their hand
and offered to walk with me
through the flames.
I hesitated.
The idea of help was almost foreign to me.

I rejected their help,
because I thought I didn’t deserve it.
But it only hurt us more.

In the end I convinced myself.
I was born to die.

#sad #depression #empty #heartache