Long Poems About Loneliness
#loneliness
Long poems about loneliness. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
Autumns Glow Winters Burn
I remember that day so vividly
When fear and anxiety became estranged
The doctor explained unequivocally
The test results have changed
My body collapsed to the ground
As leaves crunched beneath me
The sun started shining all around
I could feel again, a harmonious breeze
Blanketed by a landscape of autumn glow
I was comforted with hope
Treatments for cancer she'd undergo
With the medicines helping her cope
I took care of her every single day ...
When fear and anxiety became estranged
The doctor explained unequivocally
The test results have changed
My body collapsed to the ground
As leaves crunched beneath me
The sun started shining all around
I could feel again, a harmonious breeze
Blanketed by a landscape of autumn glow
I was comforted with hope
Treatments for cancer she'd undergo
With the medicines helping her cope
I took care of her every single day ...
#loneliness
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My Funeral, My Last Breath
I planned my funeral, down to the bone.
Wrote the welcome for a crowd I’ve never known.
Prayers for a soul that’s been dead for years,
but no one noticed, no one shed tears.
I picked the playlist, my final say—
AI Gonplei Ste Odon, where I’ll decay.
Because even in death, I need a hand
in controlling the chaos I could never withstand.
I wrote my obituary in a single line—
“She lived, she hurt, she fell out of time.”
Nothing more, because what’s there to tell
of a life lived quietly in its own hell?...
Wrote the welcome for a crowd I’ve never known.
Prayers for a soul that’s been dead for years,
but no one noticed, no one shed tears.
I picked the playlist, my final say—
AI Gonplei Ste Odon, where I’ll decay.
Because even in death, I need a hand
in controlling the chaos I could never withstand.
I wrote my obituary in a single line—
“She lived, she hurt, she fell out of time.”
Nothing more, because what’s there to tell
of a life lived quietly in its own hell?...
#despair
#emptiness
#grief
#loneliness
#sadness
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Photographs, a collaborative diptych
These two poems represent a collaboration with a sleeping DU member, who spends his spare time writing on the sole of his slipper with a biro. The first poem is mine, the second is his.
Human Remains
We returned to the house
a time after
and mowed the lawn
and painted where
the paint had started to peel.
And somewhere in the process
we found photographs of how they looked
when they were young
and their home hadn't yet become
a mausoleum.
She wore pink crinoline on special occasions
and he wore moccasins. ...
Human Remains
We returned to the house
a time after
and mowed the lawn
and painted where
the paint had started to peel.
And somewhere in the process
we found photographs of how they looked
when they were young
and their home hadn't yet become
a mausoleum.
She wore pink crinoline on special occasions
and he wore moccasins. ...
#humankind
#LifeCycle
#loneliness #memories
#loneliness #memories
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I'm not
I'm no longer hungry
This loneliness is enough to keep me satisfied
My mind is preoccupied
Most people are deceived
That loneliness consists of absolute nothing
But if you gave yourself more time lusting for the void
You wouldn't feel so destroyed
Often I'm feeling toyed
Popping in and out of secure feelings
Not even sure where those even come from
You've got me on a long leash fella
and never seemed to care if Im your someone
Discarded it seems
From anything that would mutually benefit me ...
This loneliness is enough to keep me satisfied
My mind is preoccupied
Most people are deceived
That loneliness consists of absolute nothing
But if you gave yourself more time lusting for the void
You wouldn't feel so destroyed
Often I'm feeling toyed
Popping in and out of secure feelings
Not even sure where those even come from
You've got me on a long leash fella
and never seemed to care if Im your someone
Discarded it seems
From anything that would mutually benefit me ...
#bittersweet
#denial
#heartbroken
#loneliness
#rejection
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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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DU Poetry : Long Poems About Loneliness