Popular Poems About Loneliness
#loneliness
Popular poems about loneliness. Poems are listed in order of their popularity this month.
My heart that cries
Rain hits the window
There's more water in my eyes
I long for your love
There's more water in my eyes
I long for your love
#loneliness
#love
#sadness #senryu
#sadness #senryu
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6 Comments
To Be Loved
Tumbleweeds pranced
inside my deserted self,
my skin grown arid.
Fallen into a barren void,
forsaken on the shelf,
marked “to be loved”.
inside my deserted self,
my skin grown arid.
Fallen into a barren void,
forsaken on the shelf,
marked “to be loved”.
#emptiness
#loneliness
86 reads
my suffering (documented)
my suffering
can easily
fill the
long hours
of the
long night,
tested and
pushing
back again,
no audience
to give
me thoughts,
no visible
sound of
speeches,
just more
loneliness
to my
naked eyes,
and i am
at a loss,
for what
i am,
and each
part entirely
knowable,
documented.
can easily
fill the
long hours
of the
long night,
tested and
pushing
back again,
no audience
to give
me thoughts,
no visible
sound of
speeches,
just more
loneliness
to my
naked eyes,
and i am
at a loss,
for what
i am,
and each
part entirely
knowable,
documented.
#confusion
#emptiness
#frustration
#loneliness
#sadness
59 reads
7 Comments
The Rising
It's evening now. I look out
into the night sky, the moon a cup
of blackness. There are no stars
to guide me through this emptiness.
I think of how my mother died
long ago. This tiny ball of a universe,
casting us off so effortlessly, indifferently.
So small we are, so alone.
My mother loved me when I was a child
but grew to hate me.
Just like my adult daughter does now.
We used to be so close.
Sharing secrets and vodka.
But today I learned I'm just an obligation.
I squeeze my toes, feeling the strange
tingling of...
into the night sky, the moon a cup
of blackness. There are no stars
to guide me through this emptiness.
I think of how my mother died
long ago. This tiny ball of a universe,
casting us off so effortlessly, indifferently.
So small we are, so alone.
My mother loved me when I was a child
but grew to hate me.
Just like my adult daughter does now.
We used to be so close.
Sharing secrets and vodka.
But today I learned I'm just an obligation.
I squeeze my toes, feeling the strange
tingling of...
#aging
#despair
#loneliness
60 reads
3 Comments
Lost My Love
I'm at a loss
I can't come up for air
The celebrations aren't the same without you there
I stay quiet but I want to scream
The circle was broken the absence is felt
Please help me cope
Another death another loss
I can't take what's been taken away
It's just a task to make it day to day
I feel like I'm losing my mind
I feel all alone
I sit in silence
Does anybody else feel this at all?
I can't come up for air
The celebrations aren't the same without you there
I stay quiet but I want to scream
The circle was broken the absence is felt
Please help me cope
Another death another loss
I can't take what's been taken away
It's just a task to make it day to day
I feel like I'm losing my mind
I feel all alone
I sit in silence
Does anybody else feel this at all?
#death
#emptiness
#IMissYou
#loneliness
#sadness
73 reads
6 Comments
marooned
without you,
i feel
like a
ship that
has been
marooned
on a
lonely island.
i feel
like a
ship that
has been
marooned
on a
lonely island.
#disappointment
#emptiness
#heartbroken
#loneliness
#sadness
100 reads
6 Comments
CONFESSION
I've heard confession is good for the soul
Though I wonder when it's a stairwell to a bottomless hole
Spiraling downward in rings of loneliness
Where no one will listen to a depressing endless tale
Without a witness to absolve the spirit of a body full of sin
Or anyone to care about your honesty at the fatal end
You may as well keep it to yourself
Bottled up with a cork to seal in secret stealth
How no one cared enough to share
The love you nutured within there
A lifetime of emotion filled with hope
Forever dangling at the end of a...
Though I wonder when it's a stairwell to a bottomless hole
Spiraling downward in rings of loneliness
Where no one will listen to a depressing endless tale
Without a witness to absolve the spirit of a body full of sin
Or anyone to care about your honesty at the fatal end
You may as well keep it to yourself
Bottled up with a cork to seal in secret stealth
How no one cared enough to share
The love you nutured within there
A lifetime of emotion filled with hope
Forever dangling at the end of a...
#depression
#emptiness
#loneliness #sadness
#loneliness #sadness
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2 Comments
Living on an excuse
I'm living on an excuse
The night destroys me
So much of nothing racing through my mind
I lie to continue each day
No one knows what I mean, but me
If you were to hold my hand,
There would be no emotion, no warmth
There's no love, no feelings
Emptiness is a hollow room that only I can open and close the door
Would you enter if I was to lock you in my prison?
The night destroys me
So much of nothing racing through my mind
I lie to continue each day
No one knows what I mean, but me
If you were to hold my hand,
There would be no emotion, no warmth
There's no love, no feelings
Emptiness is a hollow room that only I can open and close the door
Would you enter if I was to lock you in my prison?
#apathy
#emptiness
#identity
#lies
#loneliness
83 reads
4 Comments
Botticelli
Standing at a crossroads, why do I have to choose when Botticelli painted both the Madonna and Child and The Birth of Venus? I say I don't write for the purist, so why can't I create my real emotions—mental art—without fear of repercussions? What was going through your mind, Botticelli, when you painted for both Pagans and Catholics? Should I keep my work neat and pure, the cute shit that’s suitable for a bland palate, or can I give you tears and pain, profanity intertwined with the confession of sin?
When I was a child, I learned not to share my dreams or thoughts because it...
When I was a child, I learned not to share my dreams or thoughts because it...
#anxiety
#depression
#emptiness
#LifeStruggles
#loneliness
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3 Comments
question loneliness
i have
begun to
question
loneliness,
rearrange
my thoughts,
whether
light day
or dark
of night,
i come
up with
the same
problems,
because
there is
no one
here to
help me
understand.
begun to
question
loneliness,
rearrange
my thoughts,
whether
light day
or dark
of night,
i come
up with
the same
problems,
because
there is
no one
here to
help me
understand.
#confusion
#disappointment
#frustration
#loneliness
#sadness
103 reads
7 Comments
He had the last laugh
Bradley lived more life
In a swift twenty-seven years
Than we could ever dream
In our mortified tears
We got nothing
By comparison
Just another simplified simpleton
Fuck-stain rebellion
Bradley lived more life
In that rough quarter-century
Than we could ever have
As a fucked up vile visionary
We got nothing
We got nothing
Just another simpleton
Fuck-stain rebellion
He flipped us the finger
while he said Good-bye
In a swift twenty-seven years
Than we could ever dream
In our mortified tears
We got nothing
By comparison
Just another simplified simpleton
Fuck-stain rebellion
Bradley lived more life
In that rough quarter-century
Than we could ever have
As a fucked up vile visionary
We got nothing
We got nothing
Just another simpleton
Fuck-stain rebellion
He flipped us the finger
while he said Good-bye
#addiction
#dark
#despair
#loneliness
#rejection
73 reads
3 Comments
Bio Section
Sometimes when the yolk of my grief spills from its shell
I write letters to my dead parents in my journal.
I also write strange and desperate poems for lovers,
and prayers to the universe,
to-do lists, and death wishes
which are all kind of the same thing.
My socks never match, and I hate folding laundry
so I typically don’t, and the clothes strewn about
only bother me enough to think about buying a closet.
I almost never have company but I wonder
what it would be like to show someone a room,
devoid of clutter and decorated like ...
I write letters to my dead parents in my journal.
I also write strange and desperate poems for lovers,
and prayers to the universe,
to-do lists, and death wishes
which are all kind of the same thing.
My socks never match, and I hate folding laundry
so I typically don’t, and the clothes strewn about
only bother me enough to think about buying a closet.
I almost never have company but I wonder
what it would be like to show someone a room,
devoid of clutter and decorated like ...
#death
#grief
#loneliness #MentalHealth
#loneliness #MentalHealth
98 reads
3 Comments
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