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.
jessica_orr
Jessica Orr
Jessica Orr
Poem Published
Today 3:29am
Today 3:29am
tin girl
get as far away as hands-
have nails, the perfect tool;
to create or destroy;
i enjoy the thought of it.
you see, i did it again.
i let in coolant and motor oil;
it juices and lubricates;
i am perfect gears and orders.
as i march-
and nothing stops.
have nails, the perfect tool;
to create or destroy;
i enjoy the thought of it.
you see, i did it again.
i let in coolant and motor oil;
it juices and lubricates;
i am perfect gears and orders.
as i march-
and nothing stops.
#anger
#loneliness
#dark #suicide
#dark #suicide
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TheOralizer
Poem Published
Yesterday 2:38pm
Yesterday 2:38pm
ALIVE BUT EMPTY
REALITY
It's about the same,
hour after hour,
day after day,
the emptiness of
my routine world.
I leave my house empty,
I walk the empty streets
and arrive at my empty office.
My work produces empty
and redundant yes answers.
At lunchtime I sit in
the cafe filled with empty people
stuffing empty calories.
As I walk home I see
a hearse with a body
with an empty future.
At night I gaze at the heavens but
only see the empty space.
BUT
above all I am alive
but EMPTY without
YOU in...
It's about the same,
hour after hour,
day after day,
the emptiness of
my routine world.
I leave my house empty,
I walk the empty streets
and arrive at my empty office.
My work produces empty
and redundant yes answers.
At lunchtime I sit in
the cafe filled with empty people
stuffing empty calories.
As I walk home I see
a hearse with a body
with an empty future.
At night I gaze at the heavens but
only see the empty space.
BUT
above all I am alive
but EMPTY without
YOU in...
#sadness
#loneliness
#frustration
#disappointment
#emptiness
33 reads
4 Comments
Baldwin
Poem Published
20th Oct 2021 7:47pm
20th Oct 2021 7:47pm
Jesus Cannot Take my Loneliness Away
You say that Jesus can assuage
your loneliness.
But that is something he can’t do
since he’s become a ghost
and since the only certain cure
for this condition lies
in having someone who, empirically
has earthly physicality,
a real, undoubted, human presence in the world,
reach out in space and time
to touch your skin
and hold you in warm arms
of flesh
then sit with you in silence for a while
and speak out loudly afterward
of friendship
and of love
in words ...
your loneliness.
But that is something he can’t do
since he’s become a ghost
and since the only certain cure
for this condition lies
in having someone who, empirically
has earthly physicality,
a real, undoubted, human presence in the world,
reach out in space and time
to touch your skin
and hold you in warm arms
of flesh
then sit with you in silence for a while
and speak out loudly afterward
of friendship
and of love
in words ...
#loneliness
#emptiness
22 reads
3 Comments
LaRochelleRaven
LaRochelle
LaRochelle
Poem Published
19th Oct 2021 3:39pm
19th Oct 2021 3:39pm
The Lonely soul
As the time goes by and the clock slowly moves towards another endless hour, she sits with tear filled eyes wishing for an end to this miserable life.
No one knows
No one cares
No one sees
No one heard
No one asks
No one ever arrives at her doorstep
The most unthinkable act of destruction lies within the solitary confinement of her soul mended with the longing for connection and not anyone too talk to.
She asks only for a little Time
She asks for a way out
She asks for a house to be home
She asks for a solution
She asks for a friend ...
No one knows
No one cares
No one sees
No one heard
No one asks
No one ever arrives at her doorstep
The most unthinkable act of destruction lies within the solitary confinement of her soul mended with the longing for connection and not anyone too talk to.
She asks only for a little Time
She asks for a way out
She asks for a house to be home
She asks for a solution
She asks for a friend ...
#sadness
#loneliness
#heartbroken
#disappointment
#fear
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Styxian
Poem Published
18th Oct 2021 11:23pm
18th Oct 2021 11:23pm
Grey Woman
She sips ten dollar wine
orange-red, with its quiet fire
from an eighty dollar goblet
One never soaped, just rinsed
and sat over the sink
Too soon again, cold will force her
to come drink
Her gown is old. Frail cotton seams
have began their outward spiral
One tear, over a thigh, where
she caught the corner
of the great oak table
from running circles
around a mad lover-man
Laughing, her eyes wildly flashing
brilliance, knowing
the innerworkings of a man
But that, that was when? Ago.
...
orange-red, with its quiet fire
from an eighty dollar goblet
One never soaped, just rinsed
and sat over the sink
Too soon again, cold will force her
to come drink
Her gown is old. Frail cotton seams
have began their outward spiral
One tear, over a thigh, where
she caught the corner
of the great oak table
from running circles
around a mad lover-man
Laughing, her eyes wildly flashing
brilliance, knowing
the innerworkings of a man
But that, that was when? Ago.
...
#loneliness
#bittersweet
43 reads
6 Comments
HumbleBill21212
Poem Published
18th Oct 2021 4:57pm
18th Oct 2021 4:57pm
Reach out
The life I'm living,
Seems unfair.
The ache inside,
To much to bare.
Where's the future ?
What's the gain?
Is there anyway,
To end this pain.
To erase these thoughts,
Inside my head
To change the wish,
To join the dead.
For loneliness,
fills my day,
Death it seems,
The only way.
Trapped inside,
This darken hole.
Where's the love..
To save this soul?
Seems unfair.
The ache inside,
To much to bare.
Where's the future ?
What's the gain?
Is there anyway,
To end this pain.
To erase these thoughts,
Inside my head
To change the wish,
To join the dead.
For loneliness,
fills my day,
Death it seems,
The only way.
Trapped inside,
This darken hole.
Where's the love..
To save this soul?
#sadness
#loneliness
#confusion
#despair
#emptiness
59 reads
4 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
18th Oct 2021 4:11pm
18th Oct 2021 4:11pm
A Speck Of Dust
I cried for help
But my voice was lost
In the wilderness
A silent echo
Carried on the wind
I remain
Unheard
And alone
In my saddening solitude
My voice
Now no more
Than a whisper
Of despair
As though my existence
Was never really
There
Other than a particle
Of dissipating
Dust
I will become
No more
Than a distant
Memory
Lost in the fading shadows
Of time
by Jemia
But my voice was lost
In the wilderness
A silent echo
Carried on the wind
I remain
Unheard
And alone
In my saddening solitude
My voice
Now no more
Than a whisper
Of despair
As though my existence
Was never really
There
Other than a particle
Of dissipating
Dust
I will become
No more
Than a distant
Memory
Lost in the fading shadows
Of time
by Jemia
#sadness
#loneliness
#SelfReflection
45 reads
2 Comments
ursa
Poem Published
17th Oct 2021 4:25pm
17th Oct 2021 4:25pm
Time
The plants need watering.
Prized possessions in succession on the sill,
once specifically selected for offering; loved by me still.
The leaves move south recessed in soundless surrender.
No blossom in bloom; dirt crumbles in vain.
Facing midday September sun
the shrubs fashion a curtain of shame;
shapes of light crawl on my carpet; marionettes
exchange dances, puppeteered by the breeze.
Fine theatre; and the pressure! Room
personifies and begs me to ascend! Advance! Seize!
The plants need watering.
Truth is caught in the...
Prized possessions in succession on the sill,
once specifically selected for offering; loved by me still.
The leaves move south recessed in soundless surrender.
No blossom in bloom; dirt crumbles in vain.
Facing midday September sun
the shrubs fashion a curtain of shame;
shapes of light crawl on my carpet; marionettes
exchange dances, puppeteered by the breeze.
Fine theatre; and the pressure! Room
personifies and begs me to ascend! Advance! Seize!
The plants need watering.
Truth is caught in the...
#depression
#loneliness
#emptiness #apathy
#emptiness #apathy
53 reads
8 Comments
Harold-Weathervein
Poem Published
17th Oct 2021 1:19pm
17th Oct 2021 1:19pm
Happy Holidays
I notice the cars now.
The lot is empty.
Has been for 4 days.
That's when the last snow was and there's no tracks.
I haven't left home in 5.
It's around Christmas now.
I imagine i'm alone in this apartment complex.
No tracks for 4 days.
I light up.
'No ones around to catch me'
I feel sly but its too cold.
I check the mail and walk back upstairs.
And am hit with a sad deja' vu
Something in BIsmarck, H-----n St.
The apartments where at any given time 4-10 people lived at in a small 2 bedroom.
I had this one weekend to...
The lot is empty.
Has been for 4 days.
That's when the last snow was and there's no tracks.
I haven't left home in 5.
It's around Christmas now.
I imagine i'm alone in this apartment complex.
No tracks for 4 days.
I light up.
'No ones around to catch me'
I feel sly but its too cold.
I check the mail and walk back upstairs.
And am hit with a sad deja' vu
Something in BIsmarck, H-----n St.
The apartments where at any given time 4-10 people lived at in a small 2 bedroom.
I had this one weekend to...
#sadness
#anger
#loneliness #frustration
#loneliness #frustration
33 reads
1 Comment
Madcinder
Poem Published
17th Oct 2021 6:14am
17th Oct 2021 6:14am
In My Story
When I look into my mirror.
All I see is someone I do not know.
As these feelings grow dearer.
All I want is someone that I can hold.
My life is a lonely thing.
I'm living for today.
There's no way for me to sing.
That takes my fears away.
In my story I am not the one.
No happy ending coming for me.
In my story I can have no fun.
I just turn the page endlessly.
I won't be written in black and white.
Won't be told about around fire light.
Not a song will be sung when I am gone.
I will be remembered by...
All I see is someone I do not know.
As these feelings grow dearer.
All I want is someone that I can hold.
My life is a lonely thing.
I'm living for today.
There's no way for me to sing.
That takes my fears away.
In my story I am not the one.
No happy ending coming for me.
In my story I can have no fun.
I just turn the page endlessly.
I won't be written in black and white.
Won't be told about around fire light.
Not a song will be sung when I am gone.
I will be remembered by...
#depression
#loneliness
#lyrics
#despair
#emptiness
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Kehlida
Bumped 16th Oct 2021 3:01pm
26th Apr 2021 00:39am
26th Apr 2021 00:39am
Emasculated
Copper lay upon his closed eyes
Index to bound lips
A solemn shush
No widow cries
The morning comes and light rises all the same
His legacy is carved in stone, just a name to mark a fresh grave
Subdued as a boy, now a man to avoid
Haunted by stolen years he barely survived
Unable to process newfound feelings
Forever two steps behind and drowning
To entertain an illusion of safety he must silence himself
Refrain from sharing his mind and crawl back inside
Too confused to experience new senses beyond his comprehension ...
Index to bound lips
A solemn shush
No widow cries
The morning comes and light rises all the same
His legacy is carved in stone, just a name to mark a fresh grave
Subdued as a boy, now a man to avoid
Haunted by stolen years he barely survived
Unable to process newfound feelings
Forever two steps behind and drowning
To entertain an illusion of safety he must silence himself
Refrain from sharing his mind and crawl back inside
Too confused to experience new senses beyond his comprehension ...
#loneliness
#silence
#apathy #responsibility
#apathy #responsibility
157 reads
6 Comments
Styxian
Poem Published
16th Oct 2021 3:24am
16th Oct 2021 3:24am
Listen
Listen, and I shall speak
Of lovers' days, nights, weeks.
Bowing heads, in cradled hands
Fighting the fading, greying plans.
To lift themselves, above the game
Of everyday, of all the same.
Like a book reread, yet a page unturned
Like a match unlit, but feeling burned.
Forgetting how, to touch within
They kiss lips dry, an inch from skin.
They hear the words, but miss the shout
Of a lover lonely, and calling out.
They turn to sleep, they face the wall
Never seeing, the other at all.
Lying there,...
Of lovers' days, nights, weeks.
Bowing heads, in cradled hands
Fighting the fading, greying plans.
To lift themselves, above the game
Of everyday, of all the same.
Like a book reread, yet a page unturned
Like a match unlit, but feeling burned.
Forgetting how, to touch within
They kiss lips dry, an inch from skin.
They hear the words, but miss the shout
Of a lover lonely, and calling out.
They turn to sleep, they face the wall
Never seeing, the other at all.
Lying there,...
#sadness
#loneliness
#heartbroken
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