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Feb 03, 2012

Emptiness is a door to hope

Emptiness is a door to hope Belief is a mentality in the shrugged to cope.
Reality is the deceiver, seducing every dream beyond a reasonable reason. Wishing each wish is hope taking emptiness to a new meaning.
What is left? Is the emptiness of believing?

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Comments

S

Interesting title and good subject. Only thing I would suggest is to divide the first 2 lines into shorter lines to break up into individual thoughts...............stan

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Wow guys thanks for all the replies its been a lone time sent I posted a poem so I am a little rusty but sincerely thank for the love

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Wow guys thanks for all the replies it’s been a lone time since I posted a poem so I am a little rusty but sincerely thank for the love

Nordic cloud

I agree with Stan, I divided it to understand it too:-

Emptiness is a door to hope
Belief is a mentality in the shrugged to cope.

Reality is the deceiver, seducing every dream
beyond a reasonable reason.

Wishing each wish
is hope taking emptiness to a new meaning.

What is left,
is the emptiness of believing?

I wonder what one believes after this?
We all thrive on make-belief, it gives life
its dressing, or garb of splendour,
and no more so than in poetry.

"beyond a reasonable reason" sounds like a riddle.

I liked the rhythm of the poem
and the thoughts came out like lights
lighting up one after the other.
I was tossed from here to there
in my brain and enjoyed the ride.

Ann of Norway.

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Wow guys thanks for all the replies it’s been a lone time since I posted a poem so I am a little rusty but sincerely thank for the love

Barbara Writes

I read three times
And in my weary, exhausted brain and body
To cope, to hope, and to believe is a door to emptiness.
Therefore, I walk in a way toward a door leading to emptiness
Squeaking loudly in my ear

I like this fery deep

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13 years 2 months ago

Wow guys thanks for all the replies it’s been a lone time since I posted a poem so I am a little rusty but sincerely thank for the love . Hey Barbara how are U doing. lord ha sent Neopoet come a long way I am delighted to see U are still writing because we go back a long way to the first site I hope all is with your !!!

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U said still hanging on to life. remember life is hanging on U when U look in the mirror do U not see life U Babara think about this sentence example is the glass half full or half empty