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.
slipalong
Poem Published
Today 9:16am
Today 9:16am
Lost in the crowd
Just to poke your head above the parapet
and spirit find no magic carpet--
none to lift, no hand to help
all I see, is self, self -- self
That small island in wash and wind
no sense left just shifting sand
compression the landscape that surrounds
claustrophobia pressing down
The street is a multi culture riot
each badge an import round festooned
an open vein that never clots
Man Friday in a in a crowd marooned
A singleton of unconform
a lone wheat sheaf in a field of corn
that swamp...
and spirit find no magic carpet--
none to lift, no hand to help
all I see, is self, self -- self
That small island in wash and wind
no sense left just shifting sand
compression the landscape that surrounds
claustrophobia pressing down
The street is a multi culture riot
each badge an import round festooned
an open vein that never clots
Man Friday in a in a crowd marooned
A singleton of unconform
a lone wheat sheaf in a field of corn
that swamp...
#loneliness
#SelfReflection
12 reads
2 Comments
miseryomy
Poem Published
Yesterday 9:31pm
Yesterday 9:31pm
Family Tree
Family Tree
(Intro)
The old oak tree rooted back to the early sixteen hundreds.
Witness of love, death, loyalty, and betrayal.
The branches grew dropping more fleshy seeds.
Like the living Earth, what you cut will bleed.
A horror show for nearly one hundred haunting years.
The rains hardly fell for the lack of emotion brings no tears.
(Love)
A ray of sunlight so beautiful and magical, it brought life.
Growing in strength and regaining health through the light.
More seeds fall with the promise of a loving return. ...
(Intro)
The old oak tree rooted back to the early sixteen hundreds.
Witness of love, death, loyalty, and betrayal.
The branches grew dropping more fleshy seeds.
Like the living Earth, what you cut will bleed.
A horror show for nearly one hundred haunting years.
The rains hardly fell for the lack of emotion brings no tears.
(Love)
A ray of sunlight so beautiful and magical, it brought life.
Growing in strength and regaining health through the light.
More seeds fall with the promise of a loving return. ...
#sadness
#loneliness
#dark
#shame
#emptiness
14 reads
0 Comments
Eerie
Poem Published
Yesterday 2:10pm
Yesterday 2:10pm
No Common Thread
Lonely despair covers my head with its
grimy hands and pushes me under black waters— I’m dangerously callous,
unable to breathe antiquated behaviors.
My space is full—
overrun with faces equipped with mouths that
rarely open, eyes locked on pixelated worlds of escape.
Is this love or routine? Our dance wobbles off the axis of balance— it may never
right itself. My finger is set to tap the thing over;
spilling out years of anger
and discontent.
My never-ending flaws.
Your constant need to point them out.
...
grimy hands and pushes me under black waters— I’m dangerously callous,
unable to breathe antiquated behaviors.
My space is full—
overrun with faces equipped with mouths that
rarely open, eyes locked on pixelated worlds of escape.
Is this love or routine? Our dance wobbles off the axis of balance— it may never
right itself. My finger is set to tap the thing over;
spilling out years of anger
and discontent.
My never-ending flaws.
Your constant need to point them out.
...
#loneliness
31 reads
Mommyjo14
Poem Published
21st Jan 2020 9:35pm
21st Jan 2020 9:35pm
It was where the songbirds slept
Snowflakes
in thundery
showers of
rain.
stillness
of
old
age
ice foot
kissing
crust of
mud.
killing
time,
soily
palette of
rosebuds
beneath the
rising sun off -
white.
wounded
hands in
wild rivers
unclasped,
before death
to sleepy straw
man.
in thundery
showers of
rain.
stillness
of
old
age
ice foot
kissing
crust of
mud.
killing
time,
soily
palette of
rosebuds
beneath the
rising sun off -
white.
wounded
hands in
wild rivers
unclasped,
before death
to sleepy straw
man.
#sadness
#anxiety
#regret
#loneliness
#rejection
13 reads
2 Comments
Mommyjo14
Poem Published
21st Jan 2020 1:33pm
21st Jan 2020 1:33pm
Past the valley of thorns
I awoke in lily
White meadow,
echoes of long
gone lullabies.
still birth rose
buds within
rivers of tulips.
reminiscent of
whispers in the
wind, those hands
that dance like
virgin wings
and how so
Hickory bough
on fallen tree
of oak.
cut up buttercups
in morning shadow
of love, dead.
White meadow,
echoes of long
gone lullabies.
still birth rose
buds within
rivers of tulips.
reminiscent of
whispers in the
wind, those hands
that dance like
virgin wings
and how so
Hickory bough
on fallen tree
of oak.
cut up buttercups
in morning shadow
of love, dead.
#anxiety
#regret
#loneliness
#rejection
#heartbroken
22 reads
4 Comments
O_Blue
CiRcLeS...
CiRcLeS...
Poem Published
21st Jan 2020 10:53am
21st Jan 2020 10:53am
Ephemeral...
My existence to you was never noticed.
The distance, however great, could never overshadow your brilliance.
Glowing in the dark, my glowing light is faint.
The slight spark of fright.
Has left me so afraid.
Tears of a thousand sins glitter in the rays of the sun.
Is it better if all these secrets die with me.
Transforming tears to ink, Translating heartache from poem.
Everything left unsaid gets written in the events of time.
Oh how I should have.
Maybe then you'd know how much you meant to me.
I feel incomplete. ...
The distance, however great, could never overshadow your brilliance.
Glowing in the dark, my glowing light is faint.
The slight spark of fright.
Has left me so afraid.
Tears of a thousand sins glitter in the rays of the sun.
Is it better if all these secrets die with me.
Transforming tears to ink, Translating heartache from poem.
Everything left unsaid gets written in the events of time.
Oh how I should have.
Maybe then you'd know how much you meant to me.
I feel incomplete. ...
#loneliness
18 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
21st Jan 2020 1:06am
21st Jan 2020 1:06am
Hari Krishna Angel
Hari Krishna Angel
Fallen angels on a bus stop harp song
Two lonely souls, I say, "Have a seat"
Sans, "The doctor is in."
We sit on the bench like unpublished books
As a baby, he got knocked in the head
But survived only to be tied up in a closet
Until five came like the light of day
But the golden age of Hari Krishna
Fed him vegan like a Panda in love with bamboo
Like the bear, he once felt the carnivorous crave
But found mercy a heartier fare
For a stomach aching for humanity
Where nature’s bounty is green without envy ...
Fallen angels on a bus stop harp song
Two lonely souls, I say, "Have a seat"
Sans, "The doctor is in."
We sit on the bench like unpublished books
As a baby, he got knocked in the head
But survived only to be tied up in a closet
Until five came like the light of day
But the golden age of Hari Krishna
Fed him vegan like a Panda in love with bamboo
Like the bear, he once felt the carnivorous crave
But found mercy a heartier fare
For a stomach aching for humanity
Where nature’s bounty is green without envy ...
#loneliness
#men
15 reads
2 Comments
Mommyjo14
Poem Published
20th Jan 2020 5:51pm
20th Jan 2020 5:51pm
The tale of scar
Hath the fields shine
bright at midnight,
and those shooting
stars reminiscent of
dark in dawns'
rising sun,
rivers of tulips
and barley corn.
trails of old oak
seeds beneath
muddied feet,
listen,
in the distance
snowflakes glisten
in tides of white,
swept ashore
are those pond
fish covered in
ice.
bright at midnight,
and those shooting
stars reminiscent of
dark in dawns'
rising sun,
rivers of tulips
and barley corn.
trails of old oak
seeds beneath
muddied feet,
listen,
in the distance
snowflakes glisten
in tides of white,
swept ashore
are those pond
fish covered in
ice.
#sadness
#regret
#loneliness
#dark
#heartbroken
43 reads
18 Comments
Olivia-H
Poem Published
20th Jan 2020 4:40pm
20th Jan 2020 4:40pm
Nothingness
Was it a destiny
Or a coincidence?
To cast away
Womb of hope
Everytime
Little by little
Till zeal is lost
Till the faith is blur
Till numbness felt
Till heavy breaths
Till one is cold
When nothing repairs
And the soul is dead
Little by little
Nothing remains
No one to blame
And the Time said
I will never be
The same
With emptiness
Or a coincidence?
To cast away
Womb of hope
Everytime
Little by little
Till zeal is lost
Till the faith is blur
Till numbness felt
Till heavy breaths
Till one is cold
When nothing repairs
And the soul is dead
Little by little
Nothing remains
No one to blame
And the Time said
I will never be
The same
With emptiness
#loneliness
#dark
#LifeChangingMoment
27 reads
2 Comments
nickbar
Nick Bartek
Nick Bartek
Poem Published
20th Jan 2020 5:18am
20th Jan 2020 5:18am
Ladies Purse Abandoned
I found a ladies purse abandoned to the side of an overpass
Delirium conspiracies controlling my mind
People staring at me like I am a fucking apparition
Talking about me in past tense
Perverse fantasies swimming in piss soaked paranoia
Locked in a vicious cycle of fight or flight
Not sure what’s real anymore
I slept on a bag of cans and bottles under an overpass
Delirium conspiracies controlling my mind
Delirium conspiracies controlling my mind
People staring at me like I am a fucking apparition
Talking about me in past tense
Perverse fantasies swimming in piss soaked paranoia
Locked in a vicious cycle of fight or flight
Not sure what’s real anymore
I slept on a bag of cans and bottles under an overpass
Delirium conspiracies controlling my mind
#loneliness
#drugs
#homelessness
#addiction
#poverty
21 reads
3 Comments
NoOneCares614
Poem Published
19th Jan 2020 7:43pm
19th Jan 2020 7:43pm
A long cold road.
I have a long road ahead. There's not much to see on this journey. There's no one to talk too. It's just step after step after step. Days, weeks,months pass and still nothing. The small sense of pride you have for what little improvements you made quickly vanishes in the guilt you have for being on this journey. See you were there before… A few times even…. And Everytime you set yourself farther back on this road. There is no end in sight. There is only the next step. And when the slience starts to break you down…. You know you will never reach the end of this road. The constant thoughts of...
#anxiety
#depression
#loneliness
#LifeStruggles
#MentalHealth
36 reads
1 Comment
Whipped
Diz
Diz
Poem Published
19th Jan 2020 7:37am
19th Jan 2020 7:37am
Whenever I am here
I'm alone
Now what does that say?
Now what does that say?
#loneliness
27 reads
2 Comments
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