Poems About Loneliness Seeking Friendly Advice
#loneliness
Poems about loneliness seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
brokenheart201725
Poem Published
Yesterday 1:28am
Yesterday 1:28am
In the heart of night
In the heart of night,
where shadows whisper secrets,
pain dances, a cruel partner
in a waltz spun of despair.
Life, a tapestry woven with frayed threads,
each stitch a reminder
of battles fought in silence,
of dreams carried on shoulders
too weary to bear their weight.
Here, in the cradle of darkness,
where breath feels like a burden
and laughter echoes like a forgotten song,
the spirit wanders—
an echo of what once was,
yet never fully lost,
searching for glimmers
through the cracked edges of existence. ...
where shadows whisper secrets,
pain dances, a cruel partner
in a waltz spun of despair.
Life, a tapestry woven with frayed threads,
each stitch a reminder
of battles fought in silence,
of dreams carried on shoulders
too weary to bear their weight.
Here, in the cradle of darkness,
where breath feels like a burden
and laughter echoes like a forgotten song,
the spirit wanders—
an echo of what once was,
yet never fully lost,
searching for glimmers
through the cracked edges of existence. ...
#emptiness
#fear
#grief
#heartbroken
#loneliness
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Styxian
Poem Published
Yesterday 1:26am
Yesterday 1:26am
A Lover's Lamenting
I'm going to miss
your recitals of old poetry
Watching your mouth form
around the heavier consonants
better than I could ever do
And how you sighed the vowels
in the late evenings
Your own words full of them
in your native tongue
Or, you made them up
during the passionate chaos
of orgasmic verbiage
I'm not a woman
but I learned, earnestly
when my ear was pressed to your cheek
As my mouth lent you my growl
upon your neck
How I reversed vampirism
and gave what I could ...
your recitals of old poetry
Watching your mouth form
around the heavier consonants
better than I could ever do
And how you sighed the vowels
in the late evenings
Your own words full of them
in your native tongue
Or, you made them up
during the passionate chaos
of orgasmic verbiage
I'm not a woman
but I learned, earnestly
when my ear was pressed to your cheek
As my mouth lent you my growl
upon your neck
How I reversed vampirism
and gave what I could ...
#bittersweet
#loneliness
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Lady_Hades333
Poem Published
5th Apr 2025 11:07am
5th Apr 2025 11:07am
Wide Awake
It's 4 in the morning and
I'm wide awake again
The whirring of the fan above
It's Blades an infinite circuit
On the edge of the bed,
Cutting just as deep...
Like that of a knife,
Slumber so far from reach.
Mind like wild horses
A roar like thunder, yet
No where near as free
He lies on the other side
Safe and sound asleep
I envy the night
Because in its own darkness,
Still there is a sense of peace
Yet nothing left of it for me.
The bells will toll
Thru an alarm on my phone ...
I'm wide awake again
The whirring of the fan above
It's Blades an infinite circuit
On the edge of the bed,
Cutting just as deep...
Like that of a knife,
Slumber so far from reach.
Mind like wild horses
A roar like thunder, yet
No where near as free
He lies on the other side
Safe and sound asleep
I envy the night
Because in its own darkness,
Still there is a sense of peace
Yet nothing left of it for me.
The bells will toll
Thru an alarm on my phone ...
#emptiness
#loneliness
#sadness
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oskar
Poem Published
29th Mar 2025 8:08am
29th Mar 2025 8:08am
freedom for Greenland
Freedom for Greenland
It is an ominous signal when the wife of the vice president visits Greenland, ostensibly to see its nature and be ever so friendly, but the Greenlanders are not fools they know Trump is sickling to get hold of this island, if he does the defenseless people will end up as rough sleepers in the streets of New York
The Greenlanders are simple folk living, have modest houses for a lump full of dollars they might be pressured to become American citizens
Money given is a lot in Greenland, and in New York almost of no value, should you regret it and try to move...
It is an ominous signal when the wife of the vice president visits Greenland, ostensibly to see its nature and be ever so friendly, but the Greenlanders are not fools they know Trump is sickling to get hold of this island, if he does the defenseless people will end up as rough sleepers in the streets of New York
The Greenlanders are simple folk living, have modest houses for a lump full of dollars they might be pressured to become American citizens
Money given is a lot in Greenland, and in New York almost of no value, should you regret it and try to move...
#apathy
#disappointment
#emptiness #loneliness
#emptiness #loneliness
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Mundus
Poem Published
27th Mar 2025 4:51pm
27th Mar 2025 4:51pm
Anesthesia
The world bit my heart
with blind and grim ferocity,
of primordial innocence
only the ghost remained.
I closed my eyes, fled the light,
I gasped in the breath of the crowds;
in the idiocy of those who rumble
without ever asking questions.
I found a corner inside me,
fresh and slightly tinged with half-light,
I added a moon of madness
and some notes of melancholy.
Now it is here that I stand,
in the anesthesia of time
and human anguish.
Who knows if I survive
or only feign being alive.
with blind and grim ferocity,
of primordial innocence
only the ghost remained.
I closed my eyes, fled the light,
I gasped in the breath of the crowds;
in the idiocy of those who rumble
without ever asking questions.
I found a corner inside me,
fresh and slightly tinged with half-light,
I added a moon of madness
and some notes of melancholy.
Now it is here that I stand,
in the anesthesia of time
and human anguish.
Who knows if I survive
or only feign being alive.
#emptiness
#heartbroken
#loneliness #sadness
#loneliness #sadness
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DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
21st Mar 2025 1:16am
21st Mar 2025 1:16am
Love Deprivation Will Kill Me More Than Anything
I could be positive all I want to, love myself all I want to, but I know this loneliness is killing me. Not just emotionally but physically.
I know that I can't rely on people entirely, so it's easier to suffer in silence.
Even thinking about the expectations required for a friendship makes me want to go into a deep, deep sleep.
So many times, by so many people, I've been called selfish when all I've ever tried to do was be a wonderful lover and a wonderful friend.
I really can't respond to people's needs anymore. I can't be the understanding person...
I know that I can't rely on people entirely, so it's easier to suffer in silence.
Even thinking about the expectations required for a friendship makes me want to go into a deep, deep sleep.
So many times, by so many people, I've been called selfish when all I've ever tried to do was be a wonderful lover and a wonderful friend.
I really can't respond to people's needs anymore. I can't be the understanding person...
#dark
#loneliness
#sadness
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Duende
Poem Published
15th Mar 2025 2:00pm
15th Mar 2025 2:00pm
My Bones
"Sleep" hits me
deep in my core
brings me chills
and moves me
makes me tear
up surrender to
their poetic vibe
carried by their
lyrics & voices
i feel the ache
i need to sleep
it's been a week
afraid of what's
down there of
the hurt inside
and i can't hide
i need serenity
some quietness
the anxiety rises
i feel the hits in the
silence of my soul &
the marrow of my bones
deep in my core
brings me chills
and moves me
makes me tear
up surrender to
their poetic vibe
carried by their
lyrics & voices
i feel the ache
i need to sleep
it's been a week
afraid of what's
down there of
the hurt inside
and i can't hide
i need serenity
some quietness
the anxiety rises
i feel the hits in the
silence of my soul &
the marrow of my bones
#loneliness
#sleep
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tasia_arlene
Tasia Arlene
Tasia Arlene
Poem Published
15th Mar 2025 5:48am
15th Mar 2025 5:48am
buried in clouds
One day my heart will have its final beat
Many, many years from now
And I wonder who I will go searching for first
I would assume it would be the one who helped conceive me
And confront the cowardly man in the sky who stole the father from an innocent daughter
Or maybe I’ll be too afraid to confront that
And it will be the one I thought I was in love with
To ask him one more time if he actually thought I was beautiful
Unless I’m too afraid to hear his answer and I decide to talk rock and roll with Kurt Cobain
I could also choose to have a...
Many, many years from now
And I wonder who I will go searching for first
I would assume it would be the one who helped conceive me
And confront the cowardly man in the sky who stole the father from an innocent daughter
Or maybe I’ll be too afraid to confront that
And it will be the one I thought I was in love with
To ask him one more time if he actually thought I was beautiful
Unless I’m too afraid to hear his answer and I decide to talk rock and roll with Kurt Cobain
I could also choose to have a...
#clouds
#death
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#loneliness
#SelfReflection
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Nvmb
Poem Published
12th Mar 2025 7:36pm
12th Mar 2025 7:36pm
The First Fragments...
I. The First Prayer
It happens deep into the night, in the heavy dark that feels too thick to breathe through. A darkness that tastes of copper and dust, ancient and patient. His body betrays him first—stiff, useless, as if his bones have turned to iron and his lungs are filling with sand.
He tries to move. He cannot. He tries to scream. His mouth stays closed, locked by some unseen hand.
And then he sees it.
Someone at the foot of his bed. No, not someone—*something*, though that word is too small for the wrongness standing there. A figure that...
It happens deep into the night, in the heavy dark that feels too thick to breathe through. A darkness that tastes of copper and dust, ancient and patient. His body betrays him first—stiff, useless, as if his bones have turned to iron and his lungs are filling with sand.
He tries to move. He cannot. He tries to scream. His mouth stays closed, locked by some unseen hand.
And then he sees it.
Someone at the foot of his bed. No, not someone—*something*, though that word is too small for the wrongness standing there. A figure that...
#dark
#despair
#emptiness
#fear
#loneliness
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DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
12th Mar 2025 00:43am
12th Mar 2025 00:43am
Constantly disassociated
In my world, life is fuzzy. Life is spacey. I disassociate so hard I have dropped my phone before, not realizing I ran over it. When people talk to me, I freeze and numb out the feelings of intense fear. The intense fear of being sucked into another world I may not like. That's why I have a processing disorder. I'm trying to read this arts council thingy to see about potentially helping me with funds for my art stuff, but my reading is spotty. I read it over and over again, the words, and they do not make any sense. Nevermind, just read that I needed a letter of recommendation from an...
#confusion
#loneliness
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DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
12th Mar 2025 00:09am
12th Mar 2025 00:09am
Looking For Slow Ways to Get Involved
Watched another video of Heidi Priebe talking about to become more of the real you and less the fake you. Whew, that was a lot. Realizing I still have a lot of people pleasing behaviors. Anyway, she talked about how you should seek out places where your true, future self would seek if you had no fears.
And I can't think of a single place but an art club or something. Looking at volunteer opportunities related to that, and I want to go back to bed thinking about all the responsibilities they're listing. I'm tired from all the pressure my family and others put on me and in turn, I...
And I can't think of a single place but an art club or something. Looking at volunteer opportunities related to that, and I want to go back to bed thinking about all the responsibilities they're listing. I'm tired from all the pressure my family and others put on me and in turn, I...
#fear
#loneliness
#sadness
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Nvmb
Poem Published
7th Mar 2025 4:59am
7th Mar 2025 4:59am
A Hymn From the Hollow
I dreamed I was whole once—
or something stitched from ash,
fingers tracing hollow names
down walls that never asked.
She moves beneath the skin,
a hymn behind my tongue,
whispers wrapped in copper wire—
"Stay... stay... come undone."
Am I still breathing—
or just the echo of her touch?
Carved beneath the surface,
a husk in love with rust.
Veins blooming through stone,
her voice in every crack,
the crows call out in distant tongues—
I know she's pulling me back.
I wear her weight...
or something stitched from ash,
fingers tracing hollow names
down walls that never asked.
She moves beneath the skin,
a hymn behind my tongue,
whispers wrapped in copper wire—
"Stay... stay... come undone."
Am I still breathing—
or just the echo of her touch?
Carved beneath the surface,
a husk in love with rust.
Veins blooming through stone,
her voice in every crack,
the crows call out in distant tongues—
I know she's pulling me back.
I wear her weight...
#dark
#despair
#emptiness
#loneliness
#sadness
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