Vacant Poems - Poems about Vacant

(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...

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Written: March 05, 2025 *********************** 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...

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"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."...

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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...

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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...

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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 ...

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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...

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

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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...

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On a vacant field A red fox meditates A hawk circles A squirrel rolls the dice A school bus passes An old man...

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A Vacant Mind Does not a vacant mind breed wanton thoughts ...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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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