Poems About Loneliness Seeking Friendly Advice
#loneliness
Poems about loneliness seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
the blade is unsheathed
the blade
is unsheathed,
feel it
pushing
in between
your ribs,
right to
your soul,
cutting you
deeper
with each
vicious word,
the
church
doors close.
is unsheathed,
feel it
pushing
in between
your ribs,
right to
your soul,
cutting you
deeper
with each
vicious word,
the
church
doors close.
#anger
#loneliness
#rejection
#heartbroken
#frustration
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The Search
(for Henry Cavill)
My love.
Why did you leave me here alone?
I do not know how many years ago
we were together.
I do know I once shared your bed.
You wrapped me safely
in your strong arms
and protected me against a world
congested by cold hearts
and even colder intentions.
For centuries,
I searched for you.
But you left me
with this gut-wrenching emptiness
like a hunger never to be sated
by any food.
I scanned the faces of men
for your...
My love.
Why did you leave me here alone?
I do not know how many years ago
we were together.
I do know I once shared your bed.
You wrapped me safely
in your strong arms
and protected me against a world
congested by cold hearts
and even colder intentions.
For centuries,
I searched for you.
But you left me
with this gut-wrenching emptiness
like a hunger never to be sated
by any food.
I scanned the faces of men
for your...
#love
#loneliness
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What Comes After
It was never the throws of passion
that we shared together that I miss
most about you, it was what came
after...
It wasn't the long walks in the woods
to get lost together that I remember
most about our weekend getaways,
it was what came after...
It wasn't being able to see your face
after too many hours at work that
got me threw the days, it was what
came after...
It was the look in your eyes as we
stared endlessly at each other for
what seemed like an eternity on end
It was the lack of fear...
that we shared together that I miss
most about you, it was what came
after...
It wasn't the long walks in the woods
to get lost together that I remember
most about our weekend getaways,
it was what came after...
It wasn't being able to see your face
after too many hours at work that
got me threw the days, it was what
came after...
It was the look in your eyes as we
stared endlessly at each other for
what seemed like an eternity on end
It was the lack of fear...
#grief
#loneliness
#heartbroken
#FeelingLost
#emptiness
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Sunk Deep in Baton Rouge
Sunk Deep in Baton Rouge
“Hello Pops. Sorry to intrude on my wonderfully studious young man in the middle of deep tort contemplations, but I have a little problem. Our house has flooded. So here I am with no adult assistance with our three-year-old son and the water, water is everywhere to borrow a phrase from Coleridge’s ‘Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner.’ Could you get in that wonderful jalopy your Mom bought for us and take us to dry ground?”
“The car is flooded as well I am afraid. I am at the chapel on campus. Wait just a short while and I am sure the car will revive...
“Hello Pops. Sorry to intrude on my wonderfully studious young man in the middle of deep tort contemplations, but I have a little problem. Our house has flooded. So here I am with no adult assistance with our three-year-old son and the water, water is everywhere to borrow a phrase from Coleridge’s ‘Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner.’ Could you get in that wonderful jalopy your Mom bought for us and take us to dry ground?”
“The car is flooded as well I am afraid. I am at the chapel on campus. Wait just a short while and I am sure the car will revive...
#loneliness
#mother
#father
#marriage
#son
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Sugar Festival Night
Sugar Festival Night
“Bob, why do you sit there reading news magazines all afternoon? Wouldn’t chatting with your beautiful wife be more interesting? You did marry me after all. And we are in Turkey. We speak the language. Let’s go out and mingle with the crowd.”
“Pat, I know being home while I am working at the base must get lonely. But I will make it up to you. Tonight we are going to the Sugar Festival.”
“I’ve heard about it from the general’s wife while gardening and being patient for your return as a proper wife should.”
“There will be dancers,...
“Bob, why do you sit there reading news magazines all afternoon? Wouldn’t chatting with your beautiful wife be more interesting? You did marry me after all. And we are in Turkey. We speak the language. Let’s go out and mingle with the crowd.”
“Pat, I know being home while I am working at the base must get lonely. But I will make it up to you. Tonight we are going to the Sugar Festival.”
“I’ve heard about it from the general’s wife while gardening and being patient for your return as a proper wife should.”
“There will be dancers,...
#loneliness
#mother
#father
#marriage
#TruthOfLife
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Better Elsewhere
A whole different life - in dreams
Cinnamon complexions
physical inspections
Never a doubt,
I am where I belong
The cruelty of waking
to an empty room
Insignificant
and unloved
It wasn't always this way,
but it is.
Cinnamon complexions
physical inspections
Never a doubt,
I am where I belong
The cruelty of waking
to an empty room
Insignificant
and unloved
It wasn't always this way,
but it is.
#loneliness
#dreams
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fire and ghosts
the fire
lit up
ghosts,
they glided
around
the black
sands
of death,
exiled
from home,
dancers
trespass
through
these dreams.
lit up
ghosts,
they glided
around
the black
sands
of death,
exiled
from home,
dancers
trespass
through
these dreams.
#loneliness
#friendship
#humankind
#denial
#emptiness
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In Windowpanes
That each dull day and each despairing act
Builds up the crags from which the spirit leaps.'
- Phillip Larkin
I
Framed in grey the drab light
spills from white expanse;
reaches over the goings of many,
their eyes swimming in conformity,
heels pounding the firmament
to somewhere gone meandering,
catching a sideways smirk.
Feeling the midday confusion,
striding along with purpose,
the many among the few notice
where everyones direction points --
to the...
Builds up the crags from which the spirit leaps.'
- Phillip Larkin
I
Framed in grey the drab light
spills from white expanse;
reaches over the goings of many,
their eyes swimming in conformity,
heels pounding the firmament
to somewhere gone meandering,
catching a sideways smirk.
Feeling the midday confusion,
striding along with purpose,
the many among the few notice
where everyones direction points --
to the...
#loneliness
#sky
#escape
#boredom
#NaPoWriMo2023
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10 Comments
If
If was door I would not think of not opening.
If I was a clock I would not attempt to stop the hands of time that runs its own course.
If I was a mirror I would not deny the power of reflection as one brushes their hair .
If I stood as a mountain I would never turn away an adventurer to climb to the top .
If I was a library full of books I wouldn’t let them fall into the wrong alphabetic order and line them up into the correct categories so they can be taken from shelves and read .
If I was a map I wouldn’t disguise the grid references I would hope you find your...
If I was a clock I would not attempt to stop the hands of time that runs its own course.
If I was a mirror I would not deny the power of reflection as one brushes their hair .
If I stood as a mountain I would never turn away an adventurer to climb to the top .
If I was a library full of books I wouldn’t let them fall into the wrong alphabetic order and line them up into the correct categories so they can be taken from shelves and read .
If I was a map I wouldn’t disguise the grid references I would hope you find your...
#love
#kindness
#strength
#loneliness
#bittersweet
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Desertion
Dust covered sycamore leaves are hugging in the grassland
Neatly grown trees are mocking my breath
What's the point of throwing stones into the frozen lake?
I know
It's not the north wind that made me cold
Shamelessly sitting on a long stone bench
I become Pharhad and break the mountain
I become the Youngest Prince and fight the troll
However
Before the stories reach climax
Before I jump up from my seat
The moody melody comes to its end
Just like the winter sun finishes its chore
I know
I must creep out of the...
Neatly grown trees are mocking my breath
What's the point of throwing stones into the frozen lake?
I know
It's not the north wind that made me cold
Shamelessly sitting on a long stone bench
I become Pharhad and break the mountain
I become the Youngest Prince and fight the troll
However
Before the stories reach climax
Before I jump up from my seat
The moody melody comes to its end
Just like the winter sun finishes its chore
I know
I must creep out of the...
#loneliness
#SelfDiscovery
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Too...damaged
In truth my heart is too damaged to love anyone properly , much like a deranged killer who can't help but kill the things they love I can't seem to not abuse the ones who get close to me as if they deserve to be punished for loving me.
#loneliness
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Cracked windows bare life
My self-sabotaging delicacies has never really bothered me.
Seeking validation has never got me far.
My home,is like skin over brittle bones.
Hauntingly,
I remain alone.
©SukiSushiCrown.01-03-2024
Seeking validation has never got me far.
My home,is like skin over brittle bones.
Hauntingly,
I remain alone.
©SukiSushiCrown.01-03-2024
#loneliness
#despair
#emptiness
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DU Poetry : Poems About Loneliness Seeking Friendly Advice