Poems About Loneliness Seeking Friendly Advice
#loneliness
Poems about loneliness seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
some days my fears are louder than my sanity
Your silence is so loud
I hear everything it has to say
but none of it's true
it's just my fear filling in the blanks
Just because I feel like a ghost
doesn't mean I want to be one
there is nothing beautiful
about being made of glass bones
everyone thinks they can see through
like my existence is obvious
yet irrelevant
You found my haunting place
and turned the lights on
and told me my shadow
wasn't my reflection
it was just science my imagination forgot
I thought you were magic ...
I hear everything it has to say
but none of it's true
it's just my fear filling in the blanks
Just because I feel like a ghost
doesn't mean I want to be one
there is nothing beautiful
about being made of glass bones
everyone thinks they can see through
like my existence is obvious
yet irrelevant
You found my haunting place
and turned the lights on
and told me my shadow
wasn't my reflection
it was just science my imagination forgot
I thought you were magic ...
#loneliness
#MentalHealth
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Cinder Kiss
Your name tastes like winter —
all saltwater breath and burnt sugar.
You move through me like smoke through cathedral glass,
slow, shivering —
a sermon carved from black lungs.
I have prayed beneath your teeth —
tongue split open,
bleeding devotion into your hands.
Every touch —
a soft ruin,
every breath —
a fever hymn sung in the dark.
Would you drown me in your hunger?
Would you kiss me to cinder
and call it mercy?
I would follow you down —
a ghost wrapped in wire,
a choir of aching mouths...
all saltwater breath and burnt sugar.
You move through me like smoke through cathedral glass,
slow, shivering —
a sermon carved from black lungs.
I have prayed beneath your teeth —
tongue split open,
bleeding devotion into your hands.
Every touch —
a soft ruin,
every breath —
a fever hymn sung in the dark.
Would you drown me in your hunger?
Would you kiss me to cinder
and call it mercy?
I would follow you down —
a ghost wrapped in wire,
a choir of aching mouths...
#bittersweet
#dark
#emptiness
#loneliness
#sadness
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Sepulchre Bloom
Come closer —
let me wear your breath like a veil,
soft as the static between prayers.
You press your name into my throat,
a black-flowered gospel blooming beneath glass skin.
I kneel —
mouth open, hands shaking,
drunk on the ache of you.
Every word I swallow carves you deeper —
sugar rot in the seams of my teeth.
Bury me in your ruin —
wrap me in the rhythm of your slow crucifixion.
Would you let me drown beneath you?
Would you carve a new name into my ribs
and leave me singing?
Hallowed. ...
let me wear your breath like a veil,
soft as the static between prayers.
You press your name into my throat,
a black-flowered gospel blooming beneath glass skin.
I kneel —
mouth open, hands shaking,
drunk on the ache of you.
Every word I swallow carves you deeper —
sugar rot in the seams of my teeth.
Bury me in your ruin —
wrap me in the rhythm of your slow crucifixion.
Would you let me drown beneath you?
Would you carve a new name into my ribs
and leave me singing?
Hallowed. ...
#dark
#disappointment
#emptiness
#loneliness
#sadness
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Throat Full of Glass
I've seen your face in the fever —
a bloom beneath black water,
your hands pulling constellations from my open mouth.
You wear stillness like a wound —
something holy, something breaking.
I would bleed to taste you —
split my throat on your name,
let the hymn of you hollow me out.
Every breath is a needle in the dark,
every prayer —
a slow crucifixion beneath your weight.
If I begged you to keep me,
would you wrap me in wire?
Would you carve my ruin
into something worth worshipping?
Or would you leave...
a bloom beneath black water,
your hands pulling constellations from my open mouth.
You wear stillness like a wound —
something holy, something breaking.
I would bleed to taste you —
split my throat on your name,
let the hymn of you hollow me out.
Every breath is a needle in the dark,
every prayer —
a slow crucifixion beneath your weight.
If I begged you to keep me,
would you wrap me in wire?
Would you carve my ruin
into something worth worshipping?
Or would you leave...
#bittersweet
#dark
#loneliness
#sadness
#shame
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Shattered Glass Communion
Under dim neon halos,
you bloom like a hymn unsung—
fingers tracing wounds beneath silk night.
Your breath—
a slow confession against my throat,
fragile as static in the dying glow.
We fracture in rhythm,
whispers stitched in digital decay—
soft limbs bound to echoes,
pale prayers lost in smoked-out sanctuaries.
I wear your name like venom on the tongue,
a sacrament of ache and surrender.
You carved me open—
left the altar empty—
but still,
I kneel.
you bloom like a hymn unsung—
fingers tracing wounds beneath silk night.
Your breath—
a slow confession against my throat,
fragile as static in the dying glow.
We fracture in rhythm,
whispers stitched in digital decay—
soft limbs bound to echoes,
pale prayers lost in smoked-out sanctuaries.
I wear your name like venom on the tongue,
a sacrament of ache and surrender.
You carved me open—
left the altar empty—
but still,
I kneel.
#dark
#emptiness
#fear
#grief
#loneliness
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Pickpockets
No one cares until narcistic pickpockets
steal their echoes from worn out shoes
along with memories of Mr. Bojangles
now a shadow of growing old until
narcistic pickpockets steal their echoes
steal their echoes from worn out shoes
along with memories of Mr. Bojangles
now a shadow of growing old until
narcistic pickpockets steal their echoes
#dark
#emptiness
#loneliness
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2 Comments
Reactions
I feel like I'm not appreciated- I am left notably irritated
I feel like I'm emotionally drained- I am left feeling alone and ashamed
I feel like nobody gives a shit- I am left wondering if I should just quit
I feel like I'm stuck in a terrain thats rough- I am left wondering if my life will always be this tough
I feel like I've been forgotten and rejected- I am left hating how I'm constantly tested
I feel like I'm starting to decay- I am left wondering why my life is going this way
I feel like trying would be a waste- I am left to feel like I'm a total...
I feel like I'm emotionally drained- I am left feeling alone and ashamed
I feel like nobody gives a shit- I am left wondering if I should just quit
I feel like I'm stuck in a terrain thats rough- I am left wondering if my life will always be this tough
I feel like I've been forgotten and rejected- I am left hating how I'm constantly tested
I feel like I'm starting to decay- I am left wondering why my life is going this way
I feel like trying would be a waste- I am left to feel like I'm a total...
#despair
#disappointment
#FeelingLost
#loneliness
#SelfWorth
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sleep
i can't sleep,
i can't sleep at all
after he left,
i changed the place
but i can't sleep,
i changed the bed sheet
but i can't sleep,
i changed the pillow but
i can't sleep,
n now i have stopped sleeping,
and i can't sleep...
n i realized on a night
there was
NO SLEEP
in the bed,
ONLY BECAUSE,,,
i was in his embrace,
N that's why I was able to sleep,
it was the warm scent of his body
that mesmerized me
and that's why i was able to sleep,
sleep was not hidden anywhere, ...
i can't sleep at all
after he left,
i changed the place
but i can't sleep,
i changed the bed sheet
but i can't sleep,
i changed the pillow but
i can't sleep,
n now i have stopped sleeping,
and i can't sleep...
n i realized on a night
there was
NO SLEEP
in the bed,
ONLY BECAUSE,,,
i was in his embrace,
N that's why I was able to sleep,
it was the warm scent of his body
that mesmerized me
and that's why i was able to sleep,
sleep was not hidden anywhere, ...
#loneliness
#sadness
#sex
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Let it Take Me...
I don’t feel anything.
Not fear, not sorrow, not longing.
Not even the echoes of what used to be pain.
Just the dull weight of existing,
dragging me down,
down,
down.
The nothingness is patient.
It does not pull,
does not rush,
does not beg me to give in.
It only waits,
steady, knowing,
like it always knew I’d end up here.
And maybe I did too.
I don’t fight it.
I don’t scream.
I don’t reach for something to hold onto.
What’s the point?
What’s left to hold?
Hope is a joke...
Not fear, not sorrow, not longing.
Not even the echoes of what used to be pain.
Just the dull weight of existing,
dragging me down,
down,
down.
The nothingness is patient.
It does not pull,
does not rush,
does not beg me to give in.
It only waits,
steady, knowing,
like it always knew I’d end up here.
And maybe I did too.
I don’t fight it.
I don’t scream.
I don’t reach for something to hold onto.
What’s the point?
What’s left to hold?
Hope is a joke...
#apathy
#dark
#emptiness
#loneliness
#sadness
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how do you feel about golden showers?
I want to break your absence
down into smaller pieces
and mosaic the hell out of a bird bath
so I can piss in it every time
I miss you
down into smaller pieces
and mosaic the hell out of a bird bath
so I can piss in it every time
I miss you
#anger
#frustration
#IMissYou #loneliness
#IMissYou #loneliness
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6 Comments
Beyond Repair
Fallin',
Fallin',
Fallin',
Down the rabbit hole of despair
Tell me, are you there?
Tell me, are you there?
Fallin',
Fallin',
Fallin',
Down in a world so unfair
Am I beyond repair?
Am I beyond repair?
Walking in
Swimming out
Can't breath underwater
Sinking deeper
Embrace the reaper
Can't you see I'm going under?
Fallin',
Fallin',
Fallin',
...
Fallin',
Fallin',
Down the rabbit hole of despair
Tell me, are you there?
Tell me, are you there?
Fallin',
Fallin',
Fallin',
Down in a world so unfair
Am I beyond repair?
Am I beyond repair?
Walking in
Swimming out
Can't breath underwater
Sinking deeper
Embrace the reaper
Can't you see I'm going under?
Fallin',
Fallin',
Fallin',
...
#despair
#loneliness
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Heartless
I found
A scarlet heart
Lying broken
Upon my carpet
Within my room
It bled not
And showed no signs
Of ever
Being loved
by Jemia
A scarlet heart
Lying broken
Upon my carpet
Within my room
It bled not
And showed no signs
Of ever
Being loved
by Jemia
#loneliness
#philosophical
#sadness
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DU Poetry : Poems About Loneliness Seeking Friendly Advice