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.
brokenheart201725
Poem Published
9th Apr 2025 1:28am
9th Apr 2025 1:28am
In the heart of night
In the heart of night,
where shadows whisper secrets,
pain dances, a cruel partner
in a waltz spun of despair.
Life, a tapestry woven with frayed threads,
each stitch a reminder
of battles fought in silence,
of dreams carried on shoulders
too weary to bear their weight.
Here, in the cradle of darkness,
where breath feels like a burden
and laughter echoes like a forgotten song,
the spirit wanders—
an echo of what once was,
yet never fully lost,
searching for glimmers
through the cracked edges of existence. ...
where shadows whisper secrets,
pain dances, a cruel partner
in a waltz spun of despair.
Life, a tapestry woven with frayed threads,
each stitch a reminder
of battles fought in silence,
of dreams carried on shoulders
too weary to bear their weight.
Here, in the cradle of darkness,
where breath feels like a burden
and laughter echoes like a forgotten song,
the spirit wanders—
an echo of what once was,
yet never fully lost,
searching for glimmers
through the cracked edges of existence. ...
#emptiness
#fear
#grief
#heartbroken
#loneliness
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Styxian
Poem Published
9th Apr 2025 1:26am
9th Apr 2025 1:26am
A Lover's Lamenting
I'm going to miss
your recitals of old poetry
Watching your mouth form
around the heavier consonants
better than I could ever do
And how you sighed the vowels
in the late evenings
Your own words full of them
in your native tongue
Or, you made them up
during the passionate chaos
of orgasmic verbiage
I'm not a woman
but I learned, earnestly
when my ear was pressed to your cheek
As my mouth lent you my growl
upon your throat
How I reversed vampirism
and gave what I could ...
your recitals of old poetry
Watching your mouth form
around the heavier consonants
better than I could ever do
And how you sighed the vowels
in the late evenings
Your own words full of them
in your native tongue
Or, you made them up
during the passionate chaos
of orgasmic verbiage
I'm not a woman
but I learned, earnestly
when my ear was pressed to your cheek
As my mouth lent you my growl
upon your throat
How I reversed vampirism
and gave what I could ...
#bittersweet
#loneliness
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Hashman
Poem Published
8th Apr 2025 2:59am
8th Apr 2025 2:59am
Billie...
The way you haunt my dreams
the way you step into my head
the way you pound my heart
may we never meet again
wish i could go back
and say goodbye
before we said hello,
wish i could close the door
before it opened
you took all of me
you haunt my dreams
day and night
night and day...
the way you step into my head
the way you pound my heart
may we never meet again
wish i could go back
and say goodbye
before we said hello,
wish i could close the door
before it opened
you took all of me
you haunt my dreams
day and night
night and day...
#emptiness
#loneliness
#love
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Lady_Hades333
Poem Published
5th Apr 2025 11:07am
5th Apr 2025 11:07am
Wide Awake
It's 4 in the morning and
I'm wide awake again
The whirring of the fan above
It's Blades an infinite circuit
On the edge of the bed,
Cutting just as deep...
Like that of a knife,
Slumber so far from reach.
Mind like wild horses
A roar like thunder, yet
No where near as free
He lies on the other side
Safe and sound asleep
I envy the night
Because in its own darkness,
Still there is a sense of peace
Yet nothing left of it for me.
The bells will toll
Thru an alarm on my phone ...
I'm wide awake again
The whirring of the fan above
It's Blades an infinite circuit
On the edge of the bed,
Cutting just as deep...
Like that of a knife,
Slumber so far from reach.
Mind like wild horses
A roar like thunder, yet
No where near as free
He lies on the other side
Safe and sound asleep
I envy the night
Because in its own darkness,
Still there is a sense of peace
Yet nothing left of it for me.
The bells will toll
Thru an alarm on my phone ...
#emptiness
#loneliness
#sadness
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Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
5th Apr 2025 3:26am
5th Apr 2025 3:26am
Water Over Rocks
Sometimes we find ourselves involved in creating, the wrong kind of a relationship, that will eventually create an environment of despair, and loneliness with emptyness. But yet it's not a situation that you can make it right when it has been wrong. Sometimes a relationship is like water over to rocks running smoothly like water over glass. YET it's appears as thought everything was fine, but yet behind close doors 🚪 As Hell has no fury like the feelings of a lost love, due to deception filled with anger and hatred and self destruction. For the worst thing you can do to someone, is...
#despair
#emptiness
#hurt
#loneliness
#suicide
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PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2025 8:58pm
3rd Apr 2025 8:58pm
"out of body" for a living
yeah. somewhere in between earth & realms unseen- lost in forever dream; epitome of "Pisces" sinking downstream- forever "me...." imagine a "fish" that never learned to swim in its "proper" element-yet expected to "ascend"-that's crazy....
out of water- learned to bearly breathe; tropical sunny beach weather is the element one's forever meant to be- sand between one's bare feet-theraputic sounds of sea breeze....
someone unordinary next to me; a soul- you'd swear...
out of water- learned to bearly breathe; tropical sunny beach weather is the element one's forever meant to be- sand between one's bare feet-theraputic sounds of sea breeze....
someone unordinary next to me; a soul- you'd swear...
#escape
#loneliness
#philosophical #spiritual
#philosophical #spiritual
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PunkPoe
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2025 6:09pm
2nd Apr 2025 6:09pm
Skipping Stones
Skipping Stones
Sprawling across horizons of an abundant mind
No one can predict what visionaries you will find
Imagine all the peaceful loving people with pride
Beg from their knees, dreams carved open wide
Gone with the wind are secrets from another time
Mountains & rivers, a landscape projecting rhyme
Breathtaking it all in, begging for another tomorrow
Putting it in the past, every single scrap of sorrow
Grateful bones are digging through layers to China
Searching & scaling the earth for an ivory Messiah ...
Sprawling across horizons of an abundant mind
No one can predict what visionaries you will find
Imagine all the peaceful loving people with pride
Beg from their knees, dreams carved open wide
Gone with the wind are secrets from another time
Mountains & rivers, a landscape projecting rhyme
Breathtaking it all in, begging for another tomorrow
Putting it in the past, every single scrap of sorrow
Grateful bones are digging through layers to China
Searching & scaling the earth for an ivory Messiah ...
#dark
#loneliness
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2025 12:10pm
2nd Apr 2025 12:10pm
The Desolate Glove
One cold autumn morning in late November a glove on the clothes line decided that life with it's mate was boring & awful.
It persuaded the clothespin to render it's hold and blew away on the next breeze.
A little girl stumbled upon it and loved the pretty colors.
She took it home and her mother got notice of it and told her daughter to throw it away.
As she was about to throw the glove away in the garbage pail outside, she became sidetracked and left the glove on the ground.
A stray dog saw the glove and began biting & tearing at...
It persuaded the clothespin to render it's hold and blew away on the next breeze.
A little girl stumbled upon it and loved the pretty colors.
She took it home and her mother got notice of it and told her daughter to throw it away.
As she was about to throw the glove away in the garbage pail outside, she became sidetracked and left the glove on the ground.
A stray dog saw the glove and began biting & tearing at...
#emptiness
#loneliness
#sadness
#separation
#travel
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NANCY_RDZ_STORIES
Poem Published
1st Apr 2025 10:14pm
1st Apr 2025 10:14pm
"The Winter Warsaw Wladyslaw"
Władysław Szpilman’s world, a vibrant tapestry of music and camaraderie, was shattered in September 1939 with the Nazi invasion of Poland.
His beloved Warsaw, a city pulsating with life and art, became a prison, its streets echoing with the boots of oppression. The loss was immediate and devastating: his radio station, his livelihood, his sense of normalcy, all stripped away.
The gradual erosion of their humanity, the forced relocation to the Warsaw Ghetto, the constant fear, the daily horrors—these were the losses that chipped away at his soul. He witnessed...
His beloved Warsaw, a city pulsating with life and art, became a prison, its streets echoing with the boots of oppression. The loss was immediate and devastating: his radio station, his livelihood, his sense of normalcy, all stripped away.
The gradual erosion of their humanity, the forced relocation to the Warsaw Ghetto, the constant fear, the daily horrors—these were the losses that chipped away at his soul. He witnessed...
#abuse
#despair
#fear
#loneliness
#suffering
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
31st Mar 2025 9:28pm
31st Mar 2025 9:28pm
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
106 reads
6 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
29th Mar 2025 8:08am
29th Mar 2025 8:08am
freedom for Greenland
Freedom for Greenland
It is an ominous signal when the wife of the vice president visits Greenland, ostensibly to see its nature and be ever so friendly, but the Greenlanders are not fools they know Trump is sickling to get hold of this island, if he does the defenseless people will end up as rough sleepers in the streets of New York
The Greenlanders are simple folk living, have modest houses for a lump full of dollars they might be pressured to become American citizens
Money given is a lot in Greenland, and in New York almost of no value, should you regret it and try to move...
It is an ominous signal when the wife of the vice president visits Greenland, ostensibly to see its nature and be ever so friendly, but the Greenlanders are not fools they know Trump is sickling to get hold of this island, if he does the defenseless people will end up as rough sleepers in the streets of New York
The Greenlanders are simple folk living, have modest houses for a lump full of dollars they might be pressured to become American citizens
Money given is a lot in Greenland, and in New York almost of no value, should you regret it and try to move...
#apathy
#disappointment
#emptiness #loneliness
#emptiness #loneliness
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Mundus
Poem Published
27th Mar 2025 4:51pm
27th Mar 2025 4:51pm
Anesthesia
The world bit my heart
with blind and grim ferocity,
of primordial innocence
only the ghost remained.
I closed my eyes, fled the light,
I gasped in the breath of the crowds;
in the idiocy of those who rumble
without ever asking questions.
I found a corner inside me,
fresh and slightly tinged with half-light,
I added a moon of madness
and some notes of melancholy.
Now it is here that I stand,
in the anesthesia of time
and human anguish.
Who knows if I survive
or only feign being alive.
with blind and grim ferocity,
of primordial innocence
only the ghost remained.
I closed my eyes, fled the light,
I gasped in the breath of the crowds;
in the idiocy of those who rumble
without ever asking questions.
I found a corner inside me,
fresh and slightly tinged with half-light,
I added a moon of madness
and some notes of melancholy.
Now it is here that I stand,
in the anesthesia of time
and human anguish.
Who knows if I survive
or only feign being alive.
#emptiness
#heartbroken
#loneliness #sadness
#loneliness #sadness
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3 Comments
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