Poems About Loneliness Seeking Honest Critique
#loneliness
Poems about loneliness seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
At The Ballet
Connie was only six when she was discovered gazing at a dead rat by Madame Jenny Taylor
Madame once assoluta at the Ivaninski's, informed the Linguses that the child was to be her pupil
Long years of study began in her ballet school above a row of shops
Connie first came before the public as a peasant girl in Giselle, ou Les Wilis, devised by Madame to display her students abilities
Her life was rather dull and monotonous
She became aware of what real ballet was when Madame took her to one of Anya Neeze innumerable farewell performances
Eventually she was allowed...
Madame once assoluta at the Ivaninski's, informed the Linguses that the child was to be her pupil
Long years of study began in her ballet school above a row of shops
Connie first came before the public as a peasant girl in Giselle, ou Les Wilis, devised by Madame to display her students abilities
Her life was rather dull and monotonous
She became aware of what real ballet was when Madame took her to one of Anya Neeze innumerable farewell performances
Eventually she was allowed...
#dance
#fiction
#loneliness
#ShortStory
#success
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This Old Mechanical Heart
A song comes on
Memories are sparked that were once lost to time
Wondering where my adolescence went
Bound by the bonds of a cruel fate’s design…
A glance leads to curiosity
When her eyes gaze closer at me in the dim light
The device ticks away behind a glass door on my chest
This old mechanical heart is wound every night
How old are you? She asks
I grin remembering my youth back in 1849
Too old, I reply with a smile, gazing into her eyes
A secret I carry with me after such a long time
The wrinkles on my...
Memories are sparked that were once lost to time
Wondering where my adolescence went
Bound by the bonds of a cruel fate’s design…
A glance leads to curiosity
When her eyes gaze closer at me in the dim light
The device ticks away behind a glass door on my chest
This old mechanical heart is wound every night
How old are you? She asks
I grin remembering my youth back in 1849
Too old, I reply with a smile, gazing into her eyes
A secret I carry with me after such a long time
The wrinkles on my...
#Fanfiction
#loneliness
#love
#scifi
#steampunk
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Winter comfort
I used to speak, to share my pain,
But every word was met with rain—
Not the kind that heals the ground,
Just the kind that pulls me down.
So now I keep my heart locked tight,
No more trust, no more light.
Why spill my soul when all I find
Are empty ears and colder minds?
So here’s my truth, my sad refrain:
I’ll crack a can, let silence reign.
No matter how cold this drink may be,
People are colder—that’s truth to me.
At least the chill that numbs my hand
Won’t judge or leave me where...
But every word was met with rain—
Not the kind that heals the ground,
Just the kind that pulls me down.
So now I keep my heart locked tight,
No more trust, no more light.
Why spill my soul when all I find
Are empty ears and colder minds?
So here’s my truth, my sad refrain:
I’ll crack a can, let silence reign.
No matter how cold this drink may be,
People are colder—that’s truth to me.
At least the chill that numbs my hand
Won’t judge or leave me where...
#despair
#disappointment
#emptiness
#heartbroken
#loneliness
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Weiner
You don't need to hide.
I wasn't hiding from you.
I let you do what you do.
It helps, if you're here too.
Ill help you out.
I have secrets to shout out.
Come hear the symphony,
Of me crying out loud.
I sit and brood.
Wishing you were here, too.
There's no privacy as you intrude.
With your calm, quiet attitude.
I find you like the truth.
Come out of hiding and introduce.
Your distance is abuse.
Don't cut me off of this noose.
I like to sway in the nude.
The weather decays as they view....
I wasn't hiding from you.
I let you do what you do.
It helps, if you're here too.
Ill help you out.
I have secrets to shout out.
Come hear the symphony,
Of me crying out loud.
I sit and brood.
Wishing you were here, too.
There's no privacy as you intrude.
With your calm, quiet attitude.
I find you like the truth.
Come out of hiding and introduce.
Your distance is abuse.
Don't cut me off of this noose.
I like to sway in the nude.
The weather decays as they view....
#IMissYou
#loneliness
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You can't see sadness here
You can't see sadness here
My friends
Because I am a happy men
And I am living a beautiful
Life that my father gave to me
Many years ago
After he made me with
His holy hands
And placed me on earth
To live
Friends I love my life
Here on earth
My friends
Because I am a happy men
And I am living a beautiful
Life that my father gave to me
Many years ago
After he made me with
His holy hands
And placed me on earth
To live
Friends I love my life
Here on earth
#anger
#bittersweet
#despair
#loneliness
#regret
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Me
Do you ever get tired,
Of being admired?
You only want one.
Instead you get a ton.
Thanks for the friends.
Can't wait to ditch them.
They call themselves,
The government.
I just wanted one.
Not everything,
Under the sun.
Their jobs are the pun.
In the web that I've spun.
Do you ever get tired,
Of being admired?
Just trying to have fun,
Not call you, "hun"
Of being admired?
You only want one.
Instead you get a ton.
Thanks for the friends.
Can't wait to ditch them.
They call themselves,
The government.
I just wanted one.
Not everything,
Under the sun.
Their jobs are the pun.
In the web that I've spun.
Do you ever get tired,
Of being admired?
Just trying to have fun,
Not call you, "hun"
#depression
#loneliness
#philosophical #TruthOfLife
#philosophical #TruthOfLife
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A Bunch of Brady's
Am I Greg, Peter, Bobby, Marsha, Jan or Cindy?
Maybe I'm Carol, Mike or Alice.
They all seem friendly, they all have demons.
I heard that Greg was fucking Marsha & Carol.
Maybe.
I know I was.
I met Bobby numerous times at the strip club,
Never figured he was such a horn ball.
That's ok, so am I.
I'd rather hangout and talk to Jan,
She's my kind of people.
A little flaky and delusional.
But who cares, so am I.
I'm tired of telling Mike that I'm not gay
He means well but I'm not interested.
Cindy & Peter need to...
Maybe I'm Carol, Mike or Alice.
They all seem friendly, they all have demons.
I heard that Greg was fucking Marsha & Carol.
Maybe.
I know I was.
I met Bobby numerous times at the strip club,
Never figured he was such a horn ball.
That's ok, so am I.
I'd rather hangout and talk to Jan,
She's my kind of people.
A little flaky and delusional.
But who cares, so am I.
I'm tired of telling Mike that I'm not gay
He means well but I'm not interested.
Cindy & Peter need to...
#dreams
#identity
#loneliness
#myself
#PopCulture
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The paths unclear
Heckled by emotions
Making a mind so jaded
The memories are there
But the colours are faded
Happiness and health
Trust and fear
The windows all misty
The paths unlclear
Making a mind so jaded
The memories are there
But the colours are faded
Happiness and health
Trust and fear
The windows all misty
The paths unlclear
#bittersweet
#confusion
#despair
#loneliness
#sadness
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The March Continues...Time Lonely Proceeds
An epilogue ending of a beginning. For another end is wide open as hearing the reverberate echo of drums...A pattern rudiment of undeveloped starts. This is the world that we know which continually spins on course. Harsh are the uncompromising laws of time.
Depth of slumber, darken trails feet obey & follow. A sleepwalk harrowing trance of dire rules, guides one easily towards the threshold of the night. Fear of opening that drawer...Fear of opening that door...Fear of being here...
Depth of slumber, darken trails feet obey & follow. A sleepwalk harrowing trance of dire rules, guides one easily towards the threshold of the night. Fear of opening that drawer...Fear of opening that door...Fear of being here...
#bittersweet
#disappointment
#loneliness
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Warmth
I don't know what's about the feeling.
Of warmth that comforts us and gets us reeling.
Maybe it's the way it reminds you of a friend's warm hug.
Or your own child,gently catching your attention by tugging on your shirt.
The warmth of sunshine rays.
On hot summer beach days.
The dear childhood days when you used to play.
And the times you would create.
The memories you hold onto.
And the upcoming of fate.
The warm sensation warmth does create.
Sometimes it can soothe the soul.
Or chase away any negative emotion...
Of warmth that comforts us and gets us reeling.
Maybe it's the way it reminds you of a friend's warm hug.
Or your own child,gently catching your attention by tugging on your shirt.
The warmth of sunshine rays.
On hot summer beach days.
The dear childhood days when you used to play.
And the times you would create.
The memories you hold onto.
And the upcoming of fate.
The warm sensation warmth does create.
Sometimes it can soothe the soul.
Or chase away any negative emotion...
#hope
#loneliness
#motivational #uplifting
#motivational #uplifting
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Teach Me How to Love
Teach me how to love; I'm lost in the motion
Tossed in the ocean; frost-bit devotion
Heart’s been a vault; locked with corrosion
Now I’m just numb; lost the emotion
Teach me the way; 'cause I stray from the meaning
Played with the demons; bathed in the bleeding
Love was a game; now it’s pain that I’m feeding
Shadows embrace every face that I’m seeing
Teach me the touch that don’t crumble to nothing
Trust isn’t rushing; lust isn’t loving
Tired of running; my soul is combusting
Built out of scars and the weight of destruction ...
Tossed in the ocean; frost-bit devotion
Heart’s been a vault; locked with corrosion
Now I’m just numb; lost the emotion
Teach me the way; 'cause I stray from the meaning
Played with the demons; bathed in the bleeding
Love was a game; now it’s pain that I’m feeding
Shadows embrace every face that I’m seeing
Teach me the touch that don’t crumble to nothing
Trust isn’t rushing; lust isn’t loving
Tired of running; my soul is combusting
Built out of scars and the weight of destruction ...
#emotional
#loneliness
#love #relationships
#love #relationships
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Internal Incarceration
I hold myself in disdain
I don't give a fuck
I've got nothing to hide
No one understands
A part of me has died
Utopia rejected on Earth that's hell
My mind is lonely, no different from a cell
My body is sick, which I can't leave behind
What will it take to medicate the mind
Exit the womb to a tomb
Can't adjust
Alone in my room
Depend on my departed friend
Not remembering
How long has it been
If there's one thing I've learned
Comfort cannot be found
Nowhere to grow
Nobody's fault but mine ...
I don't give a fuck
I've got nothing to hide
No one understands
A part of me has died
Utopia rejected on Earth that's hell
My mind is lonely, no different from a cell
My body is sick, which I can't leave behind
What will it take to medicate the mind
Exit the womb to a tomb
Can't adjust
Alone in my room
Depend on my departed friend
Not remembering
How long has it been
If there's one thing I've learned
Comfort cannot be found
Nowhere to grow
Nobody's fault but mine ...
#loneliness
#motivational
#rhyming
#sadness
#TruthOfLife
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DU Poetry : Poems About Loneliness Seeking Honest Critique