#void poems on Hello Poetry

Hemendra 1d

Mathematics weeps on the altar of schemes;
Logic, betrayed, is the servant of dreams.
Ideals lie broken where strategy treads;
Matter and meaning are stitched by the dead.
Out of the void, a spear draws breath—
In it, the riddle of life and death.
Shall gods yet wield what gods did lose?
The weapon born where thought must bruise.

This poem conjures a weapon not of war, but of paradox—a spear born from the rift between logic and dream, order and chaos. Mystic Spear is a mythic riddle, questioning whether fallen gods or flawed mortals can wield ultimate power without having the courage to go beyond thought itself

#mystic #maths #dead #void #spear #gods #weapon #servant #dream #logic

reydmh 5d

Untukmu

Untukmu kekosongan dan kebimbangan
sudah kutulis kata demi kata
Apakah kau sudah tidur nyenyak hari ini?
apakah semua hal yang kulakukan sebanding?

Didalam istana penuh kemewahan, kemanisan
Ditawan dengan rasa kehilangan
Seolah berharap suatu hari
bagai pesawat lepas landas dan terasa lega, sebab kita telah sampai dimana
kilat sinar yang menyinarimu

2025
reydmh

#void #indecision #glow #indonesia

B Reijjj 7d

Monument

In the third of the night that sent by fate
a fate never meant for me.
As you burn, I freeze,
shrouded in the blizzard of silence,
witnessing your lightning-quick decision.

Makes me stand in the heart of winter,
with void dwelling deep in my senses and breath,
I turn myself into a monument of lament and sorrow,
powerless, violated by the shadow of your touch.

Perhaps I seem calm and unshakable,
but my blood boils, giving birth to a disaster
a tornado of crimson rising in my chest,
spinning without direction, wild and untamed.

If only I had not severed these hands,
for whenever I crave to reach for you,
it would turn me into ruins of darkness,
covered in dust, with shadows nesting in the hollows of my ribcage.

Yet behind it all, a flicker still lingers.
Even if I keep severing my hands,
your warmth, your beauty will always be
the cascade of light I yearn for.
And if I rust away, this monument will stand,
a testament to your grace.

#yearn #fate #darkness #lingers #void #lament #sorrow

Nehal 7d

Wake your soul

Wake your soul—
Tell me you see the floor.
The void has distorted the existence,
I keep falling, there's no resistence.
Wake your soul—
Tell me it didn't devour you.
The void controls the void mind,
Despairs you in no time and kind.
Wake your soul—
Do not worship it.

#void #soul #existence

Timothy Charles Carter Apr 4

Scammer’s

In shadows they lurk, with deceit as their guide,
Claiming truths not their own, where their morals have died.
A hollow pursuit, in the depths of the night,
Seeking light from others, to claim as their right.

But truth is a flame that burns from within,
Not a trophy to steal, nor a prize to win.
It's the essence of being, the core of our soul,
Not a void to be filled, nor a gap to control.

So let's hold our truth, with compassion and grace,
And walk our own paths, at our own steady pace.
For the truth that we live, is the light that we give,
In a world of shadows, it's how we truly live.

#scammers #empty #hollow #deceit #lurk #shadows #void

Widad Apr 2

Cosmic Dust

I walk through shadows, leaving no trace,
like a lost echo in endless space.
The wind keeps calling, whispering my name,
as if the universe longs to take me away.
I’m stardust drifting in a faded sky,
floating weightless, unseen, passing by.
The lights are flickering, trying to guide,
but my soul only yearns to hide.
Let me go, like dust in the air,
dancing with the wind, fading everywhere.
Don’t search for my footprints, they won’t remain,
I’m only a whisper lost in yesterday.
The voices are calling, but I don’t hear,
my reflection dissolves in the water so clear.
I wanted to burn, to shine like the sun,
but I’m only ashes when the fire is gone.
Will you remember when I disappear?
Or will I be dust when the dawn draws near?
The sky holds me close, it sings me to sleep,
and among the stars, my soul will keep.
Let me go, like dust in the air,
dancing with the wind, fading everywhere.
Don’t search for my footprints, they won’t remain,
I’m only a whisper lost in yesterday.
Floating… unraveling…
I’m cosmic dust in eternity.

#dark #void #cosmic #dust

The Quantum Bound Poet Mar 31

I Want to Hold The Moon

I want to hold the moon, in the stillness.
As a newly healed being, forgetting his illness.
With transcendent secrets, long lost, and unheard.
Converge with the earth, my body returned.

It's not just the glow that my soul truly seeks-
But the calling of a gnosis, at its brilliant peak.
The kind that would nurture without word or touch.
With pulses divine, surging through me in flux.

I want to push oceans, form the tides Mighty sway.
As nova's light the way, even brighter than the day.
Not where I am dying, but drifting sublime.
Through a cosmic stimulation of emotions and mind.

To hold the moon is to be as the dark,
The Infinite void with no ending or start.
To weave through galaxies in quantum ascent.
To be untethered, unmeasured, and unbent.

For there's a place where echoes of gnosis still call.
Where darkness is divine, as it stands without fall.
For when all existence comes to end, as we know it.
Darkness not only lives but will thrive by the moment.

The stars told a secret, the divine know our depths.
Our intentions are gold. We're not at fault for our steps.
I want to walk where quantum waves ebb and flow,
And merge with the calm, only the moon has ever shown.

To hold the moon is to live as the night.
No longer chasing myths of a misguiding light.
To rest with the shadows, unobserved in their allure.
My failing charred heart, reborn by the nights cure.

♦ Đerek Λbraxas ♦

#moon #transcendence #ascension #divinity #immortality #void #infinite #cosmic #existentialism #philisophical

Juhlhaus Mar 18

Do You Prefer Space

Do you prefer space, or the deep ocean?
Or the void at end of the world
where the ocean was before
it turned to salt? Or all of the above?

Me, I prefer the all-out sprint to the edge
where the toes abandon the sun-warmed planks,
the infinity of just existing in air, a moment
before the infinity of just existing in cold water.

There is boundless freedom only found
constrained to a minute's unreversed decision.
There is endless wisdom only gained when lost
to the great unknown, unwritten verities.

There is uncanny comfort in this pastel wind
over gray land, in the unconcerned moon,
in the one thing you don't even think about until
you need to find where you dropped your keys.

In reality, "all of the above" is the correct response,
and you can with joy fling yourself into the abyss
of any unfathomed mystery, any new creation
to discover whether you will float, or sink, or swim.

Or we could just spend the day together
at an art museum, leave your jacket and keys there
on the benighted beach, hold hands, and jump
through the wormhole at the center of the galaxy.

#space #ocean #void #water #unknown #unattainable #abandon #freedom #infinity #creation

Syafie R Mar 14

Final Sign

I am the Pisces, suffocating beneath the weight of my own sorrow.
You watch as I fight against waves that crush the will from my bones,
A fish whose scales are heavy with despair,
Whose heart is a shattered thing, lost in the vast, unforgiving deep.
Each breath I take is a revolt against this abyss,
But each breath is a futile attempt to resist the inevitable.

You call my name, beg me to stay—
But the current is merciless, pulling me into the blackened void.
I swim in circles, drowning in a silence that devours,
As the water fills my lungs with its cold, endless ache.
The world above is a distant, forgotten dream,
One I can no longer reach, no longer want.

I am the Pisces, swallowed whole by my own darkness,
A soul unraveling beneath the surface.
Your hands cannot break the tide,
For I have already surrendered.
It is too late. The ocean has claimed me.

#despair #surrender #abyss #loneliness #resistance #ocean #weight #silent #unraveling #void