The Hollow Kingdom
Before my eyes, there once appeared
A fallen temple in the sky
And within this temple lay the once-revered;
The godly and the sanctified.
Once a beacon for mortal eyes
With awe and reverence to behold,
It now lay crippled, guarding haunted cries
That echoed through the silent cold.
The sacred relics of ancient times
Lay scattered on the dusty floors
And I imagined them perfectly aligned
To be respected and adored.
Among the ruins, I came upon
Three thrones inlaid with purest gold
And seated on these thrones, withdrawn,
Were three stone figures: The Gods of Old.
The Gods were somber, silent creatures
Who wore a countenance of grief
And etched into their lifeless features
Were hints of pain and disbelief.
Their kingdom, now the visage of pain,
Held hollow dreams and shattered light.
They looked out over what little remained
Of their loyal servants' weary plight.
I felt with them a sudden void
That yawned open wide within my heart.
It was the grievance for this world, destroyed-
Dragged away and torn apart.
And all the pews sat empty;
The altar stood stained and bare,
As though the very faith of centuries
Had been renounced and slaughtered there.
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Comments about this poem (The Hollow Kingdom by Danielle Kieschnick )
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
- Naveed Khalid
Sir Walter Scott
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
- Christmas Trees, Robert Frost
- Daffodils, William Wordsworth
- Still I Rise, Maya Angelou
- The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost
- Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, Robert Frost
- Fire and Ice, Robert Frost
- A Visit from St. Nicholas, Clement Clarke Moore
- No Man Is An Island, John Donne
- Talking Turkeys!, Benjamin Zephaniah
- If You Forget Me, Pablo Neruda
Poem of the Day
- Grand Hand, Michael McParland
- Waking Up in the foam of soap and a stac.., padli monas
- His & her roles reverse, Mark Heathcote
- Water, Mark Heathcote
- My Coquette Moon, Guillermo Veloso
- Compose yourself my sweet-pea flower, Mark Heathcote
- Darker Flowers, Guillermo Veloso
- Two crashed bicycles?, Mark Heathcote
- Poetic injustices, Mark Heathcote
- Sleigh bells and flowery beds, Mark Heathcote