Poems About Loneliness Seeking Friendly Advice
#loneliness
Poems about loneliness seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
Johnny_Silver
Poem Published
15th Feb 2025 11:40pm
15th Feb 2025 11:40pm
Life Moves On II
I took a stroll through desolate halls
Haunted by nightmares in the middle of the day
No one's around, but I'm used to that
Alone was my name, isolation my game
In the sounds of silence
My vision of the world turns to grey
In the sounds of silence
The bells of time ringing through my mind
We'd all love to go back to when we were okay
But life moves on
One lost soul, walking in the dark
Echoes of silence resonate in my heart
All my dreams reduced to night terrors
There's no one to ease my soul
In the...
Haunted by nightmares in the middle of the day
No one's around, but I'm used to that
Alone was my name, isolation my game
In the sounds of silence
My vision of the world turns to grey
In the sounds of silence
The bells of time ringing through my mind
We'd all love to go back to when we were okay
But life moves on
One lost soul, walking in the dark
Echoes of silence resonate in my heart
All my dreams reduced to night terrors
There's no one to ease my soul
In the...
#fear
#loneliness
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Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
13th Feb 2025 8:42pm
13th Feb 2025 8:42pm
gravel in the grave (with Adagio)
Romancing the craters potholes
of wishing wells and tar pits
another bump in the road
and not just a mirage
fading to black
through the asphalt of pain
deep in the cobblestones
and the gravel in the grave
You're easy to love
when you're lying
I paint these prison walls
with murals of freedom
and dream just to hallucinate
remembering the taste you
before you spit burning asphalt
into my mouth
and burned my voice to black
of wishing wells and tar pits
another bump in the road
and not just a mirage
fading to black
through the asphalt of pain
deep in the cobblestones
and the gravel in the grave
You're easy to love
when you're lying
I paint these prison walls
with murals of freedom
and dream just to hallucinate
remembering the taste you
before you spit burning asphalt
into my mouth
and burned my voice to black
#dark
#loneliness
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Da_kwesta
Poem Published
13th Feb 2025 1:05am
13th Feb 2025 1:05am
The Cure That Kills
She was all sharp edges and quiet shaking,
a body built from broken glass and whispered apologies.
I found her sick with loneliness,
fed her pieces of myself like medicine,
but the cure was always temporary.
If you leave, she told me, I will shatter.
And maybe I believed it,
maybe I thought my hands could hold her together,
but my love was never steady,
never something to lean on.
She clung to me like a lifeline,
filled my phone with echoes of her panic,
her presence a storm I could never outrun.
When I stayed...
a body built from broken glass and whispered apologies.
I found her sick with loneliness,
fed her pieces of myself like medicine,
but the cure was always temporary.
If you leave, she told me, I will shatter.
And maybe I believed it,
maybe I thought my hands could hold her together,
but my love was never steady,
never something to lean on.
She clung to me like a lifeline,
filled my phone with echoes of her panic,
her presence a storm I could never outrun.
When I stayed...
#bittersweet
#emotions
#loneliness #love
#loneliness #love
66 reads
2 Comments
Nvmb
Poem Published
11th Feb 2025 7:21am
11th Feb 2025 7:21am
Into the Dark
There’s something in the way the air shifts,
like it’s waiting for me to break.
I don’t know if I’m falling,
or if I’ve already disappeared.
Your voice haunts the edges of my mind,
soft, but it pulls harder than I can fight.
I try to reach, but there’s nothing there,
just shadows where your touch used to be.
I’m slipping—
slipping into the void.
I’m crumbling—
under the weight of something you left behind.
Will you follow, or let me drift away?
I’m descending—
descending deeper, far from where I was.
...
like it’s waiting for me to break.
I don’t know if I’m falling,
or if I’ve already disappeared.
Your voice haunts the edges of my mind,
soft, but it pulls harder than I can fight.
I try to reach, but there’s nothing there,
just shadows where your touch used to be.
I’m slipping—
slipping into the void.
I’m crumbling—
under the weight of something you left behind.
Will you follow, or let me drift away?
I’m descending—
descending deeper, far from where I was.
...
#apathy
#dark
#emptiness
#loneliness
#sadness
100 reads
1 Comment
Nvmb
Poem Published
11th Feb 2025 7:19am
11th Feb 2025 7:19am
Beneath the Surface
I feel it creeping,
something pulling at my skin,
like gravity that doesn’t let go,
but it’s soft, like water,
slow, sinking into my chest.
I’m not sure where the ground went—
maybe it was never there.
You’re still somewhere beneath the surface,
and I’m trying not to drown in the quiet.
I’m falling—
falling without a sound.
I’m breaking—
but I don’t know if I’ve hit the ground.
Is this what you wanted,
or was I already lost?
I’m descending—
slipping beneath everything I was.
I’m a ghost in...
something pulling at my skin,
like gravity that doesn’t let go,
but it’s soft, like water,
slow, sinking into my chest.
I’m not sure where the ground went—
maybe it was never there.
You’re still somewhere beneath the surface,
and I’m trying not to drown in the quiet.
I’m falling—
falling without a sound.
I’m breaking—
but I don’t know if I’ve hit the ground.
Is this what you wanted,
or was I already lost?
I’m descending—
slipping beneath everything I was.
I’m a ghost in...
#dark
#despair
#emptiness
#heartbroken
#loneliness
92 reads
2 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
11th Feb 2025 00:46am
11th Feb 2025 00:46am
Gravel in The Grave - with Indie
Romancing the craters potholes
of wishing wells and tar pits
another bump in the road
and not just a mirage
fading to black
through the asphalt of pain
deep in the cobblestones
and the gravel in the grave
You're easy to love
when you're lying
I paint these prison walls
with murals of freedom
and dream just to hallucinate
remembering the taste you
before you spit burning asphalt
into my mouth
and burned my voice to black
of wishing wells and tar pits
another bump in the road
and not just a mirage
fading to black
through the asphalt of pain
deep in the cobblestones
and the gravel in the grave
You're easy to love
when you're lying
I paint these prison walls
with murals of freedom
and dream just to hallucinate
remembering the taste you
before you spit burning asphalt
into my mouth
and burned my voice to black
#loneliness
#dark
110 reads
0 Comments
a_methyste
hlightdroid
hlightdroid
Poem Published
10th Feb 2025 7:45pm
10th Feb 2025 7:45pm
Why am I all alone
I do not know today?
Is it me?
Or is it them?
I am getting approved and challenged,
By the same friend,
For the same thing,
In the same hour of the day.
A love maybe I was granted or not.
A friend I met but never talked.
Even music,
Even photography,
No place to escape!
No mood!
No state of mind!
I feel numb,
Motionless.
I had long conversations outside yesterday,
But feel nothing was said,
It is not chaos,
It is not confusion,
It’s a feeling of another kind:
«Not having a friend to share»...
Is it me?
Or is it them?
I am getting approved and challenged,
By the same friend,
For the same thing,
In the same hour of the day.
A love maybe I was granted or not.
A friend I met but never talked.
Even music,
Even photography,
No place to escape!
No mood!
No state of mind!
I feel numb,
Motionless.
I had long conversations outside yesterday,
But feel nothing was said,
It is not chaos,
It is not confusion,
It’s a feeling of another kind:
«Not having a friend to share»...
#loneliness
38 reads
0 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
10th Feb 2025 2:44pm
10th Feb 2025 2:44pm
Misplaced Teardrops
The winter wasteland of my heart
Distant, and distorted
Cast into the cold and lonely rivers of reality
Like melting snowflakes
Now no more than droplets
Their magic, now lost
Without shape, or form
Like misplaced teardrops
by Jemia
Distant, and distorted
Cast into the cold and lonely rivers of reality
Like melting snowflakes
Now no more than droplets
Their magic, now lost
Without shape, or form
Like misplaced teardrops
by Jemia
#depression
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeStruggles
#loneliness
#philosophical
52 reads
1 Comment
Nvmb
Poem Published
9th Feb 2025 9:38am
9th Feb 2025 9:38am
Hollow Hands
I have seen you in the quiet—
where the world breathes slow,
where the light pools soft against the edges
of something I can’t hold.
You are there,
in the spaces between heartbeats,
in the hush before the storm.
And still,
I reach for you with hollow hands.
I have drowned in softer waters,
let the tide pull me where your voice lingers,
let the weight of your absence
settle in my chest like an old hymn.
I have called you back
in the language of the lost,
in the silence that follows
when a...
where the world breathes slow,
where the light pools soft against the edges
of something I can’t hold.
You are there,
in the spaces between heartbeats,
in the hush before the storm.
And still,
I reach for you with hollow hands.
I have drowned in softer waters,
let the tide pull me where your voice lingers,
let the weight of your absence
settle in my chest like an old hymn.
I have called you back
in the language of the lost,
in the silence that follows
when a...
#dark
#emptiness
#loneliness
#sadness
#shame
121 reads
2 Comments
Nvmb
Poem Published
9th Feb 2025 9:37am
9th Feb 2025 9:37am
Broken Vessels
I feel you crawling through my veins,
not like fire,
not like ice,
but something quieter—
a weightless drowning.
Your name, still sharp on my tongue,
a rusted key in a door long closed.
Every breath I take,
a hymn in your absence,
a prayer unanswered.
And I swore I’d let you go,
but the echo of your voice
does not forgive,
does not forget.
So take what’s left,
wear my ruin like a crown.
Trace the map of me with your hands,
see where the fault lines tremble.
I was never meant to stand...
not like fire,
not like ice,
but something quieter—
a weightless drowning.
Your name, still sharp on my tongue,
a rusted key in a door long closed.
Every breath I take,
a hymn in your absence,
a prayer unanswered.
And I swore I’d let you go,
but the echo of your voice
does not forgive,
does not forget.
So take what’s left,
wear my ruin like a crown.
Trace the map of me with your hands,
see where the fault lines tremble.
I was never meant to stand...
#denial
#emptiness
#loneliness
#sadness
#shame
99 reads
1 Comment
Mundus
Poem Published
8th Feb 2025 9:37am
8th Feb 2025 9:37am
Hand In A Glove
This is the edge of solitude,
the latitude at which
birds cease to sing
& life crowns death as king.
No moon, only the stars
recognize your scars:
they point the way
to where all lives lay.
As the only witness
to this twilit stillness,
you cry absinthe tears
for absent friends
& forgotten years.
A descending melody
your ears can't avoid
escorts you to the void:
there, silence rains
from heaven above.
You'll disappear
like a hand in a glove.
the latitude at which
birds cease to sing
& life crowns death as king.
No moon, only the stars
recognize your scars:
they point the way
to where all lives lay.
As the only witness
to this twilit stillness,
you cry absinthe tears
for absent friends
& forgotten years.
A descending melody
your ears can't avoid
escorts you to the void:
there, silence rains
from heaven above.
You'll disappear
like a hand in a glove.
#bittersweet
#loneliness
#sadness
94 reads
1 Comment
toniscales
Lost Girl
Lost Girl
Poem Published
8th Feb 2025 3:07am
8th Feb 2025 3:07am
Maps to the Stars
The days were always bustling, somehow sadly beautiful. The sky an impossible blue, filled with fat marshmallows of clouds. Dotted by the occasional, pregnant gray.
People were always jumping into cars, leaving. Life was happening, and there was no time. Soon the parking lot grew quiet, empty and sullen. The grayest mouth, without teeth.
We couldn't keep the houses clean. There were too many signs of our existence, too many polka dot dresses and dishes, too many burger wrappers and baby toys. The strange yet beautiful dots on the map we left behind. Like stars....
People were always jumping into cars, leaving. Life was happening, and there was no time. Soon the parking lot grew quiet, empty and sullen. The grayest mouth, without teeth.
We couldn't keep the houses clean. There were too many signs of our existence, too many polka dot dresses and dishes, too many burger wrappers and baby toys. The strange yet beautiful dots on the map we left behind. Like stars....
#loneliness
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2 Comments
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