Poems about Loneliness
#loneliness
Poetry about loneliness and solitude. These poems are about being lonely and feeling isolated. They are often melancholy, and offer a bleak look into the lives of those feeling alone in the world.
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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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My Bones
"Sleep" hits me
deep in my core
brings me chills
and moves me
makes me tear
up surrender to
their poetic vibe
carried by their
lyrics & voices
i feel the ache
i need to sleep
it's been a week
afraid of what's
down there of
the hurt inside
and i can't hide
i need serenity
some quietness
the anxiety rises
i feel the hits in the
silence of my soul &
the marrow of my bones
deep in my core
brings me chills
and moves me
makes me tear
up surrender to
their poetic vibe
carried by their
lyrics & voices
i feel the ache
i need to sleep
it's been a week
afraid of what's
down there of
the hurt inside
and i can't hide
i need serenity
some quietness
the anxiety rises
i feel the hits in the
silence of my soul &
the marrow of my bones
#loneliness
#sleep
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Waysiders
If you don't mind I'll stop here, you've still far to go.
Little more than something to destroy, for you to grow.
It won't matter, some here don't get peace.
Afforded painful memories of the gifts they must release.
It's where they stay, they're not here to belong.
Merely breaths exhaled singing someone elses song.
Not worth pity, they're here to leave behind.
You don't miss the shadows when the light you seek is shined.
Keep going, don't waste the love you've kept reserved.
Though I truly love you, yours in return is undeserved.
Little more than something to destroy, for you to grow.
It won't matter, some here don't get peace.
Afforded painful memories of the gifts they must release.
It's where they stay, they're not here to belong.
Merely breaths exhaled singing someone elses song.
Not worth pity, they're here to leave behind.
You don't miss the shadows when the light you seek is shined.
Keep going, don't waste the love you've kept reserved.
Though I truly love you, yours in return is undeserved.
#depression
#IMissYou
#loneliness #love
#loneliness #love
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buried in clouds
One day my heart will have its final beat
Many, many years from now
And I wonder who I will go searching for first
I would assume it would be the one who helped conceive me
And confront the cowardly man in the sky who stole the father from an innocent daughter
Or maybe I’ll be too afraid to confront that
And it will be the one I thought I was in love with
To ask him one more time if he actually thought I was beautiful
Unless I’m too afraid to hear his answer and I decide to talk rock and roll with Kurt Cobain
I could also choose to have a...
Many, many years from now
And I wonder who I will go searching for first
I would assume it would be the one who helped conceive me
And confront the cowardly man in the sky who stole the father from an innocent daughter
Or maybe I’ll be too afraid to confront that
And it will be the one I thought I was in love with
To ask him one more time if he actually thought I was beautiful
Unless I’m too afraid to hear his answer and I decide to talk rock and roll with Kurt Cobain
I could also choose to have a...
#clouds
#death
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#loneliness
#SelfReflection
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Dying Alone
I've had a lot of friends in my life
But somehow I've lost them all
I've pissed it all away
Made people leave even while I loved them
Forced them to go with my behaviour
Or my words
Some things take an entire lifetime to finally regret
Now
In my dying days
When I should have all my friends around me
To laugh about all the old times
I'm alone
And simply weep for my own actions
And words
Living alone may be lonely
But just try dying that way
It'll break your fucking heart
But somehow I've lost them all
I've pissed it all away
Made people leave even while I loved them
Forced them to go with my behaviour
Or my words
Some things take an entire lifetime to finally regret
Now
In my dying days
When I should have all my friends around me
To laugh about all the old times
I'm alone
And simply weep for my own actions
And words
Living alone may be lonely
But just try dying that way
It'll break your fucking heart
#death
#emptiness
#loneliness
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The First Fragments...
I. The First Prayer
It happens deep into the night, in the heavy dark that feels too thick to breathe through. A darkness that tastes of copper and dust, ancient and patient. His body betrays him first—stiff, useless, as if his bones have turned to iron and his lungs are filling with sand.
He tries to move. He cannot. He tries to scream. His mouth stays closed, locked by some unseen hand.
And then he sees it.
Someone at the foot of his bed. No, not someone—*something*, though that word is too small for the wrongness standing there. A figure that...
It happens deep into the night, in the heavy dark that feels too thick to breathe through. A darkness that tastes of copper and dust, ancient and patient. His body betrays him first—stiff, useless, as if his bones have turned to iron and his lungs are filling with sand.
He tries to move. He cannot. He tries to scream. His mouth stays closed, locked by some unseen hand.
And then he sees it.
Someone at the foot of his bed. No, not someone—*something*, though that word is too small for the wrongness standing there. A figure that...
#dark
#despair
#emptiness
#fear
#loneliness
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Panning the camera
I've been told, that i have "issues" with "control"- "aggressive"- hardly so- though perhaps moreso with a "passive" approach? but if you knew me- I'm a "foodie" that doesn't trip when food gets cold....
I've always lived "in my own world"- life has always been "first person mode"- like half "human" half "robo"- with a built in vcr-and tape that "plays" when eyes awake- the film may glitch- then go- but when the tape has ran a while- it "may" get on a...
I've always lived "in my own world"- life has always been "first person mode"- like half "human" half "robo"- with a built in vcr-and tape that "plays" when eyes awake- the film may glitch- then go- but when the tape has ran a while- it "may" get on a...
#LifeCycle
#loneliness
#SelfReflection #philosophical
#SelfReflection #philosophical
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Constantly disassociated
In my world, life is fuzzy. Life is spacey. I disassociate so hard I have dropped my phone before, not realizing I ran over it. When people talk to me, I freeze and numb out the feelings of intense fear. The intense fear of being sucked into another world I may not like. That's why I have a processing disorder. I'm trying to read this arts council thingy to see about potentially helping me with funds for my art stuff, but my reading is spotty. I read it over and over again, the words, and they do not make any sense. Nevermind, just read that I needed a letter of recommendation from an...
#confusion
#loneliness
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Looking For Slow Ways to Get Involved
Watched another video of Heidi Priebe talking about to become more of the real you and less the fake you. Whew, that was a lot. Realizing I still have a lot of people pleasing behaviors. Anyway, she talked about how you should seek out places where your true, future self would seek if you had no fears.
And I can't think of a single place but an art club or something. Looking at volunteer opportunities related to that, and I want to go back to bed thinking about all the responsibilities they're listing. I'm tired from all the pressure my family and others put on me and in turn, I...
And I can't think of a single place but an art club or something. Looking at volunteer opportunities related to that, and I want to go back to bed thinking about all the responsibilities they're listing. I'm tired from all the pressure my family and others put on me and in turn, I...
#fear
#loneliness
#sadness
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Vile vial
It's an elixer, infused with a curse.
Delivered from the void.
To engulf the universe.
It wants blood, not so much at first.
As ritial demanded.
Dutifully aspersed.
Worthy cost, incant another verse.
For ever eager evoke.
In banishment of worse.
Insober dose, slake overflowing thirst.
Excess is not enough.
Course toxic crave to burst.
Elsewhere, current drift cannot reverse.
Dissolve into ethereal.
Then feel the soul disperse.
Delivered from the void.
To engulf the universe.
It wants blood, not so much at first.
As ritial demanded.
Dutifully aspersed.
Worthy cost, incant another verse.
For ever eager evoke.
In banishment of worse.
Insober dose, slake overflowing thirst.
Excess is not enough.
Course toxic crave to burst.
Elsewhere, current drift cannot reverse.
Dissolve into ethereal.
Then feel the soul disperse.
#depression
#drugs
#loneliness
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