Poems about Loneliness
#loneliness
Poetry about loneliness and solitude. These poems are about being lonely and feeling isolated. They are often melancholy, and offer a bleak look into the lives of those feeling alone in the world.
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The Forgotten
Curse the sunrise
To sleep eternally
Lost kingdom of darkness
Centuries old
Eternal tragedy
Embrace the emptiness
Dissolve in sorrow
To sleep eternally
Lost kingdom of darkness
Centuries old
Eternal tragedy
Embrace the emptiness
Dissolve in sorrow
#sadness
#loneliness
#dark
#death
#fiction
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Me? Why me?
I will never understand unconditional love,
and that fact wounds me.
It will always cause me to shake and topple when the idea,
even for a second,
pops into my head,
that someone who has spent so much time with me,
stupid, greedy, worthless, terrible, me,
could still sit down at the end of the day,
with the thought,
"Hey, I love that person."
And maybe,
maybe that still means I have growing to do.
I hope there's a day where,
when I see the child in the mirror,
I don't scream ...
and that fact wounds me.
It will always cause me to shake and topple when the idea,
even for a second,
pops into my head,
that someone who has spent so much time with me,
stupid, greedy, worthless, terrible, me,
could still sit down at the end of the day,
with the thought,
"Hey, I love that person."
And maybe,
maybe that still means I have growing to do.
I hope there's a day where,
when I see the child in the mirror,
I don't scream ...
#sadness
#loneliness
#forgiveness
#despair
#emotions
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Abscent Pictures
Many frames are empty
memories seem to disappear
not much more to create
isolation is what I fear
Journey decades back
this wasn't the case
family and friends fulfilled my life
was in a much happier place
Now I'm old & tired
watching the days move by
not much more to live for
passing the time, waiting to die
memories seem to disappear
not much more to create
isolation is what I fear
Journey decades back
this wasn't the case
family and friends fulfilled my life
was in a much happier place
Now I'm old & tired
watching the days move by
not much more to live for
passing the time, waiting to die
#sadness
#loneliness
#rhyming
#LifeCycle
#aging
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FATE or SHOT in the DARK
Upon their first meeting, she knew her chances were very slim
but, all she knew was just how very much she wanted him
He was the epitomy of her reoccurring dreamy desire
he and only he would be the one to tame her ever raging fire
Of all the wonderous magical moments he would bring
underneath it all, there's truly basically one very thing
That not just his smile or the way he would teasingly kiss her lips
whether the ones on her lovely face or the between her hips
And also the manner in which he worked his magical hands
that...
but, all she knew was just how very much she wanted him
He was the epitomy of her reoccurring dreamy desire
he and only he would be the one to tame her ever raging fire
Of all the wonderous magical moments he would bring
underneath it all, there's truly basically one very thing
That not just his smile or the way he would teasingly kiss her lips
whether the ones on her lovely face or the between her hips
And also the manner in which he worked his magical hands
that...
#loneliness
#heartbroken
#bittersweet
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Military Madness
Look into my eyes
I’m a human guinea pig
Born to be controlled
Forced into experimentation
I have no name
No words that mean anything
A little each day,
Psycho & possessed into a state
War inside my head
I can feel the pain
Can you?
I’m a human guinea pig
Born to be controlled
Forced into experimentation
I have no name
No words that mean anything
A little each day,
Psycho & possessed into a state
War inside my head
I can feel the pain
Can you?
#loneliness
#soldiers
#war
#MentalHealth
#military
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Better Elsewhere
A whole different life - in dreams
Cinnamon complexions
physical inspections
Never a doubt,
I am where I belong
The cruelty of waking
to an empty room
Insignificant
and unloved
It wasn't always this way,
but it is.
Cinnamon complexions
physical inspections
Never a doubt,
I am where I belong
The cruelty of waking
to an empty room
Insignificant
and unloved
It wasn't always this way,
but it is.
#loneliness
#dreams
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night sadness
Night is the blotting paper for many sorrows.”
—African Proverb
when day tasks are done
and the world is gone
and the sun bows down his head
and the doors are closed
and tight locks imposed
and the atmosphere is dead
my spirit swells within my breast
confined against my will
because the night brings more unrest
than can my fervent quill
transcribe....
—African Proverb
when day tasks are done
and the world is gone
and the sun bows down his head
and the doors are closed
and tight locks imposed
and the atmosphere is dead
my spirit swells within my breast
confined against my will
because the night brings more unrest
than can my fervent quill
transcribe....
#sadness
#loneliness
#night
#emptiness
#nightmares
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fire and ghosts
the fire
lit up
ghosts,
they glided
around
the black
sands
of death,
exiled
from home,
dancers
trespass
through
these dreams.
lit up
ghosts,
they glided
around
the black
sands
of death,
exiled
from home,
dancers
trespass
through
these dreams.
#loneliness
#friendship
#humankind
#denial
#emptiness
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Silent
The sea is silent, tonight. Of course
the sky is silent, still
stars beyond a cloudy smear. Yesterday
I saw a pinprick sailing by, too fast
for a plane, too steady
to be a shooting star — a true astro nauta.
Lyrical stars, searing heat, thinned
by cold distance, twisting rulers
and clocks. Cold
distance.
The mind is not such a quiet place.
It's machinations pin my body to the board of my bed, like —
a brimstone butterfly, pinned into its case,
a summer ghost dreaming
of poppy peppered wheat fields....
the sky is silent, still
stars beyond a cloudy smear. Yesterday
I saw a pinprick sailing by, too fast
for a plane, too steady
to be a shooting star — a true astro nauta.
Lyrical stars, searing heat, thinned
by cold distance, twisting rulers
and clocks. Cold
distance.
The mind is not such a quiet place.
It's machinations pin my body to the board of my bed, like —
a brimstone butterfly, pinned into its case,
a summer ghost dreaming
of poppy peppered wheat fields....
#sadness
#regret
#loneliness
#emptiness
#bittersweet
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chasing a mirage
infatuation; before and after the aggravation-chasing a figment of one's imagination-one's never graduated from masturbation....
damn an upcoming "birthday"-there's no actual "celebration"....and what exactly would I be celebrating?
absence of an exploration of fascination;
just some cola & whisky liquidation....and I don't want a godamn cake, shit....
goddammit. I'm sexually constipated....
I want my balls cuffed, dick stroked, and sucked as if i were in a life or death...
damn an upcoming "birthday"-there's no actual "celebration"....and what exactly would I be celebrating?
absence of an exploration of fascination;
just some cola & whisky liquidation....and I don't want a godamn cake, shit....
goddammit. I'm sexually constipated....
I want my balls cuffed, dick stroked, and sucked as if i were in a life or death...
#loneliness
#MentalHealth
#frustration
#sensual
#healing
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In Windowpanes
That each dull day and each despairing act
Builds up the crags from which the spirit leaps.'
- Phillip Larkin
I
Framed in grey the drab light
spills from white expanse;
reaches over the goings of many,
their eyes swimming in conformity,
heels pounding the firmament
to somewhere gone meandering,
catching a sideways smirk.
Feeling the midday confusion,
striding along with purpose,
the many among the few notice
where everyones direction points --
to the...
Builds up the crags from which the spirit leaps.'
- Phillip Larkin
I
Framed in grey the drab light
spills from white expanse;
reaches over the goings of many,
their eyes swimming in conformity,
heels pounding the firmament
to somewhere gone meandering,
catching a sideways smirk.
Feeling the midday confusion,
striding along with purpose,
the many among the few notice
where everyones direction points --
to the...
#loneliness
#sky
#escape
#boredom
#NaPoWriMo2023
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real life, Black Mirror....(societal scripts)
traveling through echo chambers-across bridges, fields of spring flowers & green grass, pass grave yards, in and out of places, and back "home"
where's the "life" at? the "adventure".... the illusion of location.... the illusion all around.... living in the moment.... what makes those moments worth while-are they worth making lasts....
the illusion all around-the illusion of many paths.... you know that "memory game" where you have to find the cards that match.... life isn't that...
where's the "life" at? the "adventure".... the illusion of location.... the illusion all around.... living in the moment.... what makes those moments worth while-are they worth making lasts....
the illusion all around-the illusion of many paths.... you know that "memory game" where you have to find the cards that match.... life isn't that...
#loneliness
#MentalHealth
#humankind
#LifeCycle
#philosophical
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