Long Poems About Loneliness
#loneliness
Long poems about loneliness. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
Wordsmith
Poem Published
11th Sep 2024 7:37pm
11th Sep 2024 7:37pm
The odyssey of self
In the depths of despair, I bled for the masses
A martyr's cry, echoing through the passages
I gave and gave, until my veins ran dry
But in the end, I realized, I had to ask myself why
The world didn't stop, it just kept spinning round
Leaving me in the dust, with a worn-out crown
I thought I'd find solace, in the love I'd share
But it was all a lie, a facade, a snare
I tried to find my place, in the grand design
But it seemed the more I gave, the more I'd decline
My heart was pure, my intentions true
But the world didn't...
A martyr's cry, echoing through the passages
I gave and gave, until my veins ran dry
But in the end, I realized, I had to ask myself why
The world didn't stop, it just kept spinning round
Leaving me in the dust, with a worn-out crown
I thought I'd find solace, in the love I'd share
But it was all a lie, a facade, a snare
I tried to find my place, in the grand design
But it seemed the more I gave, the more I'd decline
My heart was pure, my intentions true
But the world didn't...
#anger
#disappointment
#heartbroken
#loneliness
#TimeHeals
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
2nd Sep 2024 10:10pm
2nd Sep 2024 10:10pm
She calls him her boyfriend, he calls her to f**k
She likes him because she could see his deep-seeded hatred for women
Every time they have sex, he thought of himself as some kind of slick con-man, managing to talk his way into her panties
He feels like a safe cracker
He knows this is his game and he's in complete control
He only visits her at her place
She's never been to his place, let alone not even sure on what town he lives in
He never bothers to ask her for her name or even age
He's been seeing her for about 4 years
She has no friends and no one she can trust, except him
She has a child who...
Every time they have sex, he thought of himself as some kind of slick con-man, managing to talk his way into her panties
He feels like a safe cracker
He knows this is his game and he's in complete control
He only visits her at her place
She's never been to his place, let alone not even sure on what town he lives in
He never bothers to ask her for her name or even age
He's been seeing her for about 4 years
She has no friends and no one she can trust, except him
She has a child who...
#emotional
#hurt
#loneliness
#sex
#suffering
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crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
2nd Sep 2024 6:46pm
2nd Sep 2024 6:46pm
Wednesday
help me find my way
down the dark and twisted path
I have no faith in people
the ones I've trusted let me down
it hurts bitterly
the only one I blame is myself
making the wrong choices
letting them inside my sacred heart
they took me for granted
looked at vulnerability as a game to play
I will not choose someone new
I no longer trust myself
to choose loving people
your love is all-encompassing you allow me to make mistakes
my loneliness is complete there is no human that can compare
I've delved into...
down the dark and twisted path
I have no faith in people
the ones I've trusted let me down
it hurts bitterly
the only one I blame is myself
making the wrong choices
letting them inside my sacred heart
they took me for granted
looked at vulnerability as a game to play
I will not choose someone new
I no longer trust myself
to choose loving people
your love is all-encompassing you allow me to make mistakes
my loneliness is complete there is no human that can compare
I've delved into...
#loneliness
#UnrequitedLove
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NANCY_RDZ_STORIES
Poem Published
31st Aug 2024 8:31pm
31st Aug 2024 8:31pm
BLACK THALASSIC
Lost in its black widow's dark eyes
That storm inches of black tears
Back and forth, where it just lies
Threatening anything that nears
From a distance, I can hear unknown cries
Tell me, what's there to sincerely fear?
I've gone so far into the demons' belly rug
I accept my dreadful, dead-end, fate
Going further, I emerge into its sweet fog
Encountering the dangers of its weight
"I may not waive this place, for I don't belong"
Dismaying my boat, no control, solely, pure hate...
Trapped in a vessel that...
That storm inches of black tears
Back and forth, where it just lies
Threatening anything that nears
From a distance, I can hear unknown cries
Tell me, what's there to sincerely fear?
I've gone so far into the demons' belly rug
I accept my dreadful, dead-end, fate
Going further, I emerge into its sweet fog
Encountering the dangers of its weight
"I may not waive this place, for I don't belong"
Dismaying my boat, no control, solely, pure hate...
Trapped in a vessel that...
#bittersweet
#despair
#fear
#FeelingTrapped
#loneliness
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gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
31st Aug 2024 1:23pm
31st Aug 2024 1:23pm
Frieda's Grave
Fog was in my mind and mist in my eyes. And voices!
Voices that whispered and screamed into the beating heart of my ears.
My earthly body and mortal spirit - now a living, breathing corpse.
Fog was in my mind and mist in my eyes as I peered down at the laceration scars
running lengthwise up my forearms, standing at the rusted, wrought iron gate of
the castle graveyard - the resting place of my friend, Frieda.
My mind for certain was in a fog - a thick, white veil that concealed reality
from what little normality I had at the time. The...
Voices that whispered and screamed into the beating heart of my ears.
My earthly body and mortal spirit - now a living, breathing corpse.
Fog was in my mind and mist in my eyes as I peered down at the laceration scars
running lengthwise up my forearms, standing at the rusted, wrought iron gate of
the castle graveyard - the resting place of my friend, Frieda.
My mind for certain was in a fog - a thick, white veil that concealed reality
from what little normality I had at the time. The...
#dark
#emptiness
#loneliness
#sadness
#shame
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Nixprty
Poem Published
20th Aug 2024 1:53am
20th Aug 2024 1:53am
I Exist, I Exist, I Exist
I like to take my glasses off randomly,
Watch the blurry world speed past me.
Even with them on,
I can’t see any better.
Identifying the colors,
And not the shapes.
I hate when people turn entirely to look at me,
Straining their necks to see me.
I’m just lazily looking back,
It takes no effort to meet their eyes.
If I tried just a little harder,
I could see them.
I exist here in the crowded hall,
I look out of place when it’s empty.
Moving so fast I’m blurry,
Slowing to a crawl.
I explained what...
Watch the blurry world speed past me.
Even with them on,
I can’t see any better.
Identifying the colors,
And not the shapes.
I hate when people turn entirely to look at me,
Straining their necks to see me.
I’m just lazily looking back,
It takes no effort to meet their eyes.
If I tried just a little harder,
I could see them.
I exist here in the crowded hall,
I look out of place when it’s empty.
Moving so fast I’m blurry,
Slowing to a crawl.
I explained what...
#despair
#emptiness
#loneliness
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LunaDahlia
Poem Published
18th Aug 2024 1:06am
18th Aug 2024 1:06am
They Called It Rapture
A family memory caressed in my hand
A horrible explosion miles above land
Water-filled lungs and falling debris
The ocean's on fire and I have to flee
Speeding for my life to the tower on the right
Turn back now, I think with all of my might
My body betrays me,and I can't think about why
The bathysphere lowers, and I know I will die
A self-absorbed tyrant appears on the screen
With tales of our greatness, and what we could be
An enterprise so great we could do nothing but thrive
An underwater derelict; how could anyone...
A horrible explosion miles above land
Water-filled lungs and falling debris
The ocean's on fire and I have to flee
Speeding for my life to the tower on the right
Turn back now, I think with all of my might
My body betrays me,and I can't think about why
The bathysphere lowers, and I know I will die
A self-absorbed tyrant appears on the screen
With tales of our greatness, and what we could be
An enterprise so great we could do nothing but thrive
An underwater derelict; how could anyone...
#anger
#dark
#emptiness #loneliness
#emptiness #loneliness
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Academic
Poem Published
17th Aug 2024 12:45pm
17th Aug 2024 12:45pm
It's not simply the French who espouse lying, deceitful and convenient war memories!
By Stanley Collymore
Britons shouldn't so vaingloriously
hypocritically pretend and really
kid themselves that they were
better during World War II than those whom
they rather derogatorily regard as and term
as the literally, distinctively quisling French
bearing fully, accurately and also evidently
historically that the UK was obviously and
similarly split over support and unanimity
with Adolf Hitler, Germany, and the Nazis;
whether the latter were crucially German,
or of other European origin. Actually and ...
Britons shouldn't so vaingloriously
hypocritically pretend and really
kid themselves that they were
better during World War II than those whom
they rather derogatorily regard as and term
as the literally, distinctively quisling French
bearing fully, accurately and also evidently
historically that the UK was obviously and
similarly split over support and unanimity
with Adolf Hitler, Germany, and the Nazis;
whether the latter were crucially German,
or of other European origin. Actually and ...
#dark
#denial
#emptiness
#greed
#loneliness
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PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
9th Aug 2024 8:50pm
9th Aug 2024 8:50pm
destined for loneliness
the truth of the reality....
it's apparently clear; dagger to the heart?- no-it's been more like a spear- though maybe one's been spared- more or less like those- decades ago- before one, whom were also found here....
the illusion has been shattered many times-times many, yet reframed and still held dear like an art piece in a gallery....
nothing's been the same ever since- even before one's conscious went from the subconscious in the back- now to...
it's apparently clear; dagger to the heart?- no-it's been more like a spear- though maybe one's been spared- more or less like those- decades ago- before one, whom were also found here....
the illusion has been shattered many times-times many, yet reframed and still held dear like an art piece in a gallery....
nothing's been the same ever since- even before one's conscious went from the subconscious in the back- now to...
#philosophical
#SelfReflection
#TruthOfLife
#loneliness
#LifeCycle
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Chere-Rene13
Poem Published
7th Aug 2024 9:12pm
7th Aug 2024 9:12pm
The Making of Two...The Spilting of One
Whatever thoughts your mind had
Whatever spoken words of lies you said
Whatever "I love you's" never said
Whatever cheating affairs you bed
...
Whatever spoken words of lies you said
Whatever "I love you's" never said
Whatever cheating affairs you bed
...
#heartbroken
#loneliness
#regret
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Academic
Poem Published
6th Aug 2024 10:52pm
6th Aug 2024 10:52pm
Gullibility enhanced with rampant stupidity!
By Stanley Collymore
A classic plot twist in the case of the
American woman found tied up,
and clearly very emaciated
who claimed to her rescuer and others that
her perilous state was all the fault of her
husband. Instinctively so many of you
vitriolically, jumped on that specific
bandwagon and there's no doubt,
if, as she lyingly said, she had a
husband he would undeniably
very irrefutably and crucially
effectively, be undoubtedly
now ensconced in prison!
The truth however is, this woman
has...
A classic plot twist in the case of the
American woman found tied up,
and clearly very emaciated
who claimed to her rescuer and others that
her perilous state was all the fault of her
husband. Instinctively so many of you
vitriolically, jumped on that specific
bandwagon and there's no doubt,
if, as she lyingly said, she had a
husband he would undeniably
very irrefutably and crucially
effectively, be undoubtedly
now ensconced in prison!
The truth however is, this woman
has...
#dark
#denial
#emptiness
#fear
#loneliness
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OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
5th Aug 2024 5:13am
5th Aug 2024 5:13am
LOVE IN MY ARMS (II)-(1976, Poretto Jetty, Galveston Island, Texas; on a dark night of struggling with my being Gay.)
love in my arms
here then gone
so rarely comes
but when it does
like some rare moon tide
and seems to be true and real
each new time around
it also seems
to almost always go away
as quickly as it comes
then just a short while later
after waking from my sleep s
already forgotten
meandering dreams
i got up to begin another new day
i wrote down those initial
still lingering thoughts
stil faintly echoing away in my head
which softly arose
as i...
here then gone
so rarely comes
but when it does
like some rare moon tide
and seems to be true and real
each new time around
it also seems
to almost always go away
as quickly as it comes
then just a short while later
after waking from my sleep s
already forgotten
meandering dreams
i got up to begin another new day
i wrote down those initial
still lingering thoughts
stil faintly echoing away in my head
which softly arose
as i...
#confusion
#ForbiddenLove
#LGBT
#loneliness
#shame
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