Vacants poems on Hello Poetry

CH Gorrie Nov 2012

The day drops black and the stars,
and the smog-dimmed, sputtering cars:
an urban landscape. I stare
up now and then at sidewalks where
stumbling, hollow, The Vacants leave the bars.

"Not drunk?" --- Either rambling or mute,
ignorantly half-drowned at the root
like rows of over-watered flowers,
numb like thumbs in ice for hours
they live. --- "Drink and follow suit!"

Marcus Logan Jul 2011

staring back at me

vacants eyes staring back at me
no spark of life, left to extinguish

standing here with me
with nothing left to distinguish
the existence of futile dreams
the saddness of silent screams

there was a time before
when i could have sworn
that love existed within
but life has died herein

with only vacant eyes
staring back at me
to a life that denies
hells only absentee

Joseph S Pete Mar 2019

The Dead Stagger On

The factories rust oxide red,
The parking lots sit cracked and empty.
The vacants molder and rot away.

Manufacturers flounder and fail.
Blue-collared workers flee to warmer climes.
Death stretches on, forever protracted.

Once-proud communities erode away slowly.
A seemingly rock-solid way of life is forever lost.
We used to make something, the forgotten lament.

Yenson May 2020

Lets go stirring.....

As enduring gravitas rains over them
they fling their tattered holey coats over themselves
in the defensive dirt roads of their inherently defensive lives
raging primal cries of the gain little nothing to lose waywardness
barracking the refuge of ignorant gainsays as fortresses of cosy dolts

As the known significance radiates
the hooded vacants arguments their trenches in mud
for hurling and wallowing same difference matters not to boot
lives less lived unjustified by rhymes or reasons in hate-filled ghouls
dedicated purveyors of dross by the gross in hell fire and brim stones

As worthiness embraces quality
agonized screech of envy bellow in tumultuous frenzies
agitated restless and wounded the malignant cancers seizes allies
tumors lives in memories needing sacrifices to expunge living horrors
in tormented bileful allegiance the union of cripples stir up in malefaction

Jez Dec 2024

Find worth or no worth

The heart's fragile beat
And this world's haunting bleat
Harsh as they say, but don't cheat
Screaming for help without treat

In recant of times, nothing makes sense
Vacants and holes that's too immence
Full and always filled nothing but dense
Seeking for guidance but feeling penitence

All doesn't rhyme, bad and worse
But everything will do if it's with hers
Come and assert, this heart called yours
Hoping you do, first and no blurs

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