Join the Neopoet online poetry workshop and community to improve as a writer, meet fellow poets, and showcase your work. Sign up, submit your poetry, and get started.

Beautiful Nothingness

The unwelcomed visitor, the dawn light,
victim of the morning, raped of the night.
I loathe the harsh friction of breath in my chest,
the labour of being, the failure of rest.
I am tired of the life, the pulse, the heat,
the rhythmic thrum of a heart's defeat.
Reality is a knife thrust through my mind,
a cruel architecture, serrated, unkind.
But beneath the heavy velvet of my eyes,
a shimmering, lawless empire lies.
Let the sun burn to ash; let this world decay,
for I have a world hidden away.
There, the forest are silk and the mountains are lace,
and I am unburdened by time or space.
I drift through a field, where the stars hang low,
in a nectar-filled silence that the waking can't know.
Give me the shroud, the silent deep,
the long, black embrace of a dream filled sleep.
I seek the realm where I am free,
where the pain of this world leaves me be.
For reality is a poison, a slow-bleeding wound,
while my dreams are a symphony, perfectly tuned.
I would trade every breath for a dream’s cold kiss,
and drown forever in the black abyss.

About This Poem

Review Request Direction: What did you think of my title?
How was my language use?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
How does this theme appeal to you?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft

About the Author

Region, Country: Sydney Australia, AUS

This user supports Neopoet so it can be free to all

More from this author

Comments

neopoet

neopoet

3 weeks 1 day ago

Neopoet AI (premium) [2025-04]

The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet’s AI:

This poem explores the tension between waking life and the allure of oblivion or dream, employing vivid imagery and a consistent, melancholic tone. The opening lines personify dawn as an “unwelcomed visitor” and frame the transition from night to day as a violation, setting a stark, antagonistic relationship with reality. The language is intentionally harsh—phrases like “raped of the night” and “reality is a knife thrust through my mind” evoke violence and suffering, reinforcing the speaker’s aversion to consciousness and daily existence.

The poem’s structure is largely composed of rhymed couplets, which provide a sense of order and containment that contrasts with the speaker’s desire for escape and dissolution. This formal regularity could be interpreted as mirroring the inescapable rhythms of life (“the rhythmic thrum of a heart’s defeat”) that the speaker resents. However, the rhyme scheme is not always strict, and there are some inconsistencies in meter, which may be intentional to convey a sense of unrest, but could also be read as a lack of formal control. Consider whether these variations serve the poem’s emotional arc or whether tightening the meter would strengthen the overall impact.

Imagery is a central strength: “the forest are silk and the mountains are lace” and “a nectar-filled silence” provide a lush, sensual contrast to the earlier violence. The “shroud, the silent deep, / the long, black embrace of a dream filled sleep” effectively conveys the seductive pull of oblivion. However, some metaphors verge on cliché (“reality is a poison, a slow-bleeding wound”), and the phrase “dream’s cold kiss” may benefit from further specificity or originality.

The poem’s emotional register is unrelentingly bleak, with little modulation or complexity in its depiction of suffering. While this intensity is effective in conveying despair, it may risk monotony or emotional flattening for the reader. Introducing moments of ambiguity, ambivalence, or even fleeting hope could add depth and make the speaker’s longing for escape more poignant.

The use of the word “raped” in the second line is likely intended to shock, but it carries significant weight and may distract from the poem’s thematic concerns. Consider whether this word is necessary for the poem’s impact, or if a different metaphor could achieve a similar effect without invoking sexual violence.

Overall, the poem demonstrates a strong command of dark, atmospheric imagery and a clear emotional throughline. Greater attention to formal consistency, metaphorical originality, and tonal variation could further develop the poem’s complexity and resonance.

Please send feedback about Neo (our AI critique system) to neopoet.com/contact

Geezer

Geezer

3 weeks 1 day ago

The words...

 are all of a purpose; to take you to the neverland of dreams. There are just a couple of instances where I think that the meter could be adjusted, but I often have a pause where some might not. All in all, the rhythm is very good, the ideas are well formed.
I'm thinking that you may not be a morning person, and have some difficulty in being awake during the daylight hours. Your word pictures are clear and make one want to at least visit the place of your dreams. Nicely done, ~ Geezer.
.
 

Ray Bear

Ray Bear

3 weeks ago

You're absolutely right

I am not a morning person lol . And thank you for your kind input.  Sometimes if you try to hard to pull the meter tight you lose some impact or imagery. Sometimes I will get so stuck that I will often shift it to lyrical prose just to get the story out without losing impact or the visual imagery. The story will always remain as I imagined it, Regards Ray