Least Read Poems About Loneliness
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Walk to walk
And talk the talk
It was all that mattered
for long
It deterred,
Each blood stain
That crossed through,
the power pressing
against chests,
Digest,
Walk the walk
and talk the talk
no more time is left
to pick up what was left,
unsolved,
this and that
answers lost,
as you walk the walk
and talk the talk,
makes no sense,
that’s how
easy stuff
get not
figured out
the lost and the gain,
two sides and a coin,
just one game, ...
And talk the talk
It was all that mattered
for long
It deterred,
Each blood stain
That crossed through,
the power pressing
against chests,
Digest,
Walk the walk
and talk the talk
no more time is left
to pick up what was left,
unsolved,
this and that
answers lost,
as you walk the walk
and talk the talk,
makes no sense,
that’s how
easy stuff
get not
figured out
the lost and the gain,
two sides and a coin,
just one game, ...
#loneliness
#courage
#relationships
#breakup
#conflict
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Untethered
Floating in a sea of stars
On a bed of a nebula
In a house of galaxies
Caught in a city of universes
Floating free
Untethered ...
Adrift on the vast ... empty ... cold ...
Sea ...
On a bed of a nebula
In a house of galaxies
Caught in a city of universes
Floating free
Untethered ...
Adrift on the vast ... empty ... cold ...
Sea ...
#love
#loneliness
#LifeStruggles
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Close
I watched her walk the length of the bar
She sat near and ordered a neat whiskey
I looked over quite impressed wanting more
She glanced back but looked away leaving me ...
in quiet misery
I watched her walk the length of the bar
Quite impressed and wanting more ...
Watching as seductively her hips swayed
Working their magikly intense sashays
because I wrote her that way ...
She sat near and ordered a neat whiskey
I looked over quite impressed wanting more
She glanced back but looked away leaving me ...
in quiet misery
I watched her walk the length of the bar
Quite impressed and wanting more ...
Watching as seductively her hips swayed
Working their magikly intense sashays
because I wrote her that way ...
#loneliness
#LifeStruggles
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Fantastic Day(night)dreams
Mid of night
Hot air with cool highlights floats by
I have my mind on her
Dressed undressed
sighs
Standing sitting
Looking into my eyes
Chatting flirting
Sipping kissing
Caressing groping
Kneading needing
Lust rises images flash
Flash
Flash
Flash
Surreal photoshoot
My dress shirt her wardrobe
Skin white skin white
Nipple White
Cleft White
Dimple White
Buttocks Buttocks
White White
Thighs White
The plastic...
Hot air with cool highlights floats by
I have my mind on her
Dressed undressed
sighs
Standing sitting
Looking into my eyes
Chatting flirting
Sipping kissing
Caressing groping
Kneading needing
Lust rises images flash
Flash
Flash
Flash
Surreal photoshoot
My dress shirt her wardrobe
Skin white skin white
Nipple White
Cleft White
Dimple White
Buttocks Buttocks
White White
Thighs White
The plastic...
#love
#loneliness
#crush
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Evergreens
From the right distance
they do seem to gleam
dot the snowy hills
accent the landscape
For each lonely evergreen
has truly seen
the cold loneliness
of death
Left again here alone
to hear the sad tone
of each hollow knell
ring loud before it fades
How life with its braids
in the end
is cut all too short
all too deep
Facing a wintery sleep
in a driving snow
still longing to know
when it will again be spring
they do seem to gleam
dot the snowy hills
accent the landscape
For each lonely evergreen
has truly seen
the cold loneliness
of death
Left again here alone
to hear the sad tone
of each hollow knell
ring loud before it fades
How life with its braids
in the end
is cut all too short
all too deep
Facing a wintery sleep
in a driving snow
still longing to know
when it will again be spring
#loneliness
#hope
#death
#trees
#winter
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Timepiece
The seconds tick slow
when there is nowhere to go
nowhere to be
no one left to see
Hours are just nagging
reminders...
such stinging sidewinders
meant only to torment
Yet I wear it on my wrist
give it an occasional twist
so it does not run slow
does not stop
As if I could halt time
using the alchemy of rhyme
to somehow dilate the years
dry these lingering tears
But I know in the end
time will not bend
will not give back
all these things I do lack
when there is nowhere to go
nowhere to be
no one left to see
Hours are just nagging
reminders...
such stinging sidewinders
meant only to torment
Yet I wear it on my wrist
give it an occasional twist
so it does not run slow
does not stop
As if I could halt time
using the alchemy of rhyme
to somehow dilate the years
dry these lingering tears
But I know in the end
time will not bend
will not give back
all these things I do lack
#loneliness
#death
#confessional
#WritingPoetry
#emptiness
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Veritus Poetica
Some might call it uncouth
to try to lie with the truth
weaving these fine lines
completing these poetic designs
For each stanza of rhyme
is its own room full of empty time
where my words go to hide
from a prosaic world each denied
Just cataloguing the years
tracing the tracks of my tears
back to where they began
across this gulf I cannot span
When the love that use to flow
was the only thing I did know
when my heart dared roam
within the realm of poem
But now is no longer...
to try to lie with the truth
weaving these fine lines
completing these poetic designs
For each stanza of rhyme
is its own room full of empty time
where my words go to hide
from a prosaic world each denied
Just cataloguing the years
tracing the tracks of my tears
back to where they began
across this gulf I cannot span
When the love that use to flow
was the only thing I did know
when my heart dared roam
within the realm of poem
But now is no longer...
#loneliness
#heartbroken
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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Walls of Old Stone
They face a cold sea of trouble
a future of piled forlorn rubble
from the passage of the years
this perpetual erosion by tears
For this long forgotten citadel
remembers a tale to tell
about the fickleness of glory
rewriting every cherished story
With bold battles fought and won
beneath an indifferent sun
pride always goes down first
before things become their worst
Since no matter what I do
each lie will not come true
every feeling I do fake
will not help my heart unbreak
So I seal myself...
a future of piled forlorn rubble
from the passage of the years
this perpetual erosion by tears
For this long forgotten citadel
remembers a tale to tell
about the fickleness of glory
rewriting every cherished story
With bold battles fought and won
beneath an indifferent sun
pride always goes down first
before things become their worst
Since no matter what I do
each lie will not come true
every feeling I do fake
will not help my heart unbreak
So I seal myself...
#TruthOfLife
#loneliness
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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Regrettable
It seems I spend my lonely life
in search of some sharp knife
one to finally cut away
all of these words I dare not say
For all of this baggage and debris
keeps weighing down on me
how I did lie, steal and betray
all along this pilgrimage way
Feeling heavier than a stone
I still long to somehow atone
for each and every single sin
preferring to give back every win
In a quest to finally feel free
I made everything always about me
about the lofty heights I did pursue
never thinking...
in search of some sharp knife
one to finally cut away
all of these words I dare not say
For all of this baggage and debris
keeps weighing down on me
how I did lie, steal and betray
all along this pilgrimage way
Feeling heavier than a stone
I still long to somehow atone
for each and every single sin
preferring to give back every win
In a quest to finally feel free
I made everything always about me
about the lofty heights I did pursue
never thinking...
#regret
#loneliness
#heartbroken
#confessional
#WritingPoetry
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Wildfire
I long to again become short
ever brief within my grief
able to move towards real relief
not just reaching for any stale retort
No longer trapped with my past
I catch a glimpse of the road ahead
instead of rehearsing dirges for the dead
hoping to make what is gone now last
So, what then to make of longing
this unyielding wildest fire
fueled by both fear and desire
a truest need for some belonging
Yet such is my true nature
to keep myself away and apart
protect a most undeserving heart
from anything...
ever brief within my grief
able to move towards real relief
not just reaching for any stale retort
No longer trapped with my past
I catch a glimpse of the road ahead
instead of rehearsing dirges for the dead
hoping to make what is gone now last
So, what then to make of longing
this unyielding wildest fire
fueled by both fear and desire
a truest need for some belonging
Yet such is my true nature
to keep myself away and apart
protect a most undeserving heart
from anything...
#loneliness
#LifeStruggles
#confessional
#TruthOfLife
#SelfReflection
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Inscription
It is in these words I write
with the dark ink of this night
all across my lonely heart
still left beating from the start
A life full of sunshine and rain
with both pleasure and pain
each leaving its indelible mark
readable in both the light or the dark
Always such the solemn confession
a pious poetic procession
all across the blanking page
a testament meant for any age
From a wisdom lost then found
often upon unholy ground
I am true to the lies I tell
submit to this will they compel
Be...
with the dark ink of this night
all across my lonely heart
still left beating from the start
A life full of sunshine and rain
with both pleasure and pain
each leaving its indelible mark
readable in both the light or the dark
Always such the solemn confession
a pious poetic procession
all across the blanking page
a testament meant for any age
From a wisdom lost then found
often upon unholy ground
I am true to the lies I tell
submit to this will they compel
Be...
#loneliness
#night
#confessional
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords
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An Adaptation
My life is just a quiet celebration
a most personal adaptation
of the poetry which I write
of the dreams I pen in the night
As dainty as a lady's glove
I have always looked at love
as something deeply felt
as both ice and candle melt
For an impish boyish smile
can forever then beguile
with words whispered in my ear
as his tickling breath is near
Am I just a modern cliche
wanting to have it my way
be swept off of my feet
while I pursue a life complete
Wanting something more
as he holds...
a most personal adaptation
of the poetry which I write
of the dreams I pen in the night
As dainty as a lady's glove
I have always looked at love
as something deeply felt
as both ice and candle melt
For an impish boyish smile
can forever then beguile
with words whispered in my ear
as his tickling breath is near
Am I just a modern cliche
wanting to have it my way
be swept off of my feet
while I pursue a life complete
Wanting something more
as he holds...
#confessional
#crush
#FallingInLove
#loneliness
#WritingPoetry
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DU Poetry : Least Read Poems About Loneliness