Poems About Loneliness Seeking Friendly Advice
#loneliness
Poems about loneliness seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
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
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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
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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
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2 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
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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
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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
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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
140 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
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1 Comment
Nvmb
Poem Published
7th Feb 2025 4:38pm
7th Feb 2025 4:38pm
Let Me In...
I see you there,
A fortress carved of shadow and silence,
Every stone a scar,
Every wall a memory of someone who taught you
That love was a weapon
And trust was a wound waiting to happen.
But I am not them.
I am not the echoes that haunt your halls,
Not the ghosts that call your name with empty promises.
I am here, flesh and blood,
And I will stand in the storm of your defenses
Until you let me through.
Let me in.
Not to take from you,
Not to demand your strength,
Not to claim your broken pieces as my own. ...
A fortress carved of shadow and silence,
Every stone a scar,
Every wall a memory of someone who taught you
That love was a weapon
And trust was a wound waiting to happen.
But I am not them.
I am not the echoes that haunt your halls,
Not the ghosts that call your name with empty promises.
I am here, flesh and blood,
And I will stand in the storm of your defenses
Until you let me through.
Let me in.
Not to take from you,
Not to demand your strength,
Not to claim your broken pieces as my own. ...
#bittersweet
#emptiness
#fear
#loneliness
#sadness
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Nvmb
Poem Published
7th Feb 2025 5:22am
7th Feb 2025 5:22am
Sanctuary
You move like a hymn I have forgotten,
half-remembered prayers slipping through my teeth.
There is silence where your name used to be,
a hollow space where devotion once bloomed.
I kneel in the ruin of what we were,
palms open, waiting for rain—
but the sky does not answer,
and neither do you.
Was I a temple you abandoned,
or a ghost you let haunt the walls?
Somewhere, your voice is still echoing,
soft as a tide that never comes back.
I swore I’d leave, I swore I’d burn it all down,
but your shadow is stitched...
half-remembered prayers slipping through my teeth.
There is silence where your name used to be,
a hollow space where devotion once bloomed.
I kneel in the ruin of what we were,
palms open, waiting for rain—
but the sky does not answer,
and neither do you.
Was I a temple you abandoned,
or a ghost you let haunt the walls?
Somewhere, your voice is still echoing,
soft as a tide that never comes back.
I swore I’d leave, I swore I’d burn it all down,
but your shadow is stitched...
#abuse
#dark
#emptiness
#hurt
#loneliness
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1 Comment
Maple666
Poem Published
7th Feb 2025 00:29am
7th Feb 2025 00:29am
FLOOD GATE.
SOMETIMES THE SADNESS IS LIKE A
FLOOD GATE . ONCE IT IS OPEN
EVERYTHING IS DECIMATED WITH THIS ACHE .
IT IS A TIDAL WAVE RUSHING IN TO FILL
UP THE CRACKS AND YOU ARE SOAKED.
YOU ARE COLD TOO AND YOU SHAKE .
THAT IS WHAT GRIEF CAN DO IT TAKES
YOU BY SURPRISE AND WITH A
FEROCITY THAT BITES THROUGH
BONES AND EVERY SINEW OF YOU
AND YOU WAIT QUIETLY FOR YOUR
INSIDES NOT TO BREAK .
AND YOU BITE DOWN HARD ON YOUR LIP TO STIFLE THE CRY OF FEELINGS YOU DON'T LIKE • YOU PRAY FOR A MIRACLE THAT YOU ARE IN CHARGE OF EVERY...
FLOOD GATE . ONCE IT IS OPEN
EVERYTHING IS DECIMATED WITH THIS ACHE .
IT IS A TIDAL WAVE RUSHING IN TO FILL
UP THE CRACKS AND YOU ARE SOAKED.
YOU ARE COLD TOO AND YOU SHAKE .
THAT IS WHAT GRIEF CAN DO IT TAKES
YOU BY SURPRISE AND WITH A
FEROCITY THAT BITES THROUGH
BONES AND EVERY SINEW OF YOU
AND YOU WAIT QUIETLY FOR YOUR
INSIDES NOT TO BREAK .
AND YOU BITE DOWN HARD ON YOUR LIP TO STIFLE THE CRY OF FEELINGS YOU DON'T LIKE • YOU PRAY FOR A MIRACLE THAT YOU ARE IN CHARGE OF EVERY...
#death
#grief
#LifeCycle
#loneliness
#nostalgia
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