Poems About Loneliness by Top Critiquers
#loneliness
Poems about loneliness by top critiquers. Poems written by members who have given lots of feedback to other poets this month.
tired young girl drinking espresso in a cafe
San Francisco
1987
Cafe Babar
tired young girl
sipping an espresso
waiting for the sun
to stop sunning
waiting for the clouds
to stop clouding
waiting for the rain
to stop raining
waiting for the poets
to stop poeting
waiting for the tic-toc
of the clock to stop
ticking
waiting for her heart
beat to stop beating
waiting for the ache
of love to stop
aching
1987
Cafe Babar
tired young girl
sipping an espresso
waiting for the sun
to stop sunning
waiting for the clouds
to stop clouding
waiting for the rain
to stop raining
waiting for the poets
to stop poeting
waiting for the tic-toc
of the clock to stop
ticking
waiting for her heart
beat to stop beating
waiting for the ache
of love to stop
aching
#sadness
#loneliness
#boredom
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6 Comments
Master of Leaving....
You left me hanging, like a coat on a hook,
Thought I’d fold, break, crumble, take a second look.
But I’ve been practicing my loneliness skills,
I made friends with the silence, it fits me like chills.
You swore you’d always be here, a forever vow,
But I’m allergic to promises, just tell me how.
I feared you’d vanish, like all the rest,
So I built walls, then wore them like a vest.
I’ll blame you for every cold, empty night,
For the holes in my heart, that should’ve been tight.
But if I’m honest (and I do love being frank),
I...
Thought I’d fold, break, crumble, take a second look.
But I’ve been practicing my loneliness skills,
I made friends with the silence, it fits me like chills.
You swore you’d always be here, a forever vow,
But I’m allergic to promises, just tell me how.
I feared you’d vanish, like all the rest,
So I built walls, then wore them like a vest.
I’ll blame you for every cold, empty night,
For the holes in my heart, that should’ve been tight.
But if I’m honest (and I do love being frank),
I...
#emptiness
#loneliness
#rejection
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Why am I all alone
I do not know today?
Is it me?
Or is it them?
I am getting approved and challenged,
By the same friend,
For the same thing,
In the same hour of the day.
A love maybe I was granted or not.
A friend I met but never talked.
Even music,
Even photography,
No place to escape!
No mood!
No state of mind!
I feel numb,
Motionless.
I had long conversations outside yesterday,
But feel nothing was said,
It is not chaos,
It is not confusion,
It’s a feeling of another kind:
«Not having a friend to share»...
Is it me?
Or is it them?
I am getting approved and challenged,
By the same friend,
For the same thing,
In the same hour of the day.
A love maybe I was granted or not.
A friend I met but never talked.
Even music,
Even photography,
No place to escape!
No mood!
No state of mind!
I feel numb,
Motionless.
I had long conversations outside yesterday,
But feel nothing was said,
It is not chaos,
It is not confusion,
It’s a feeling of another kind:
«Not having a friend to share»...
#loneliness
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Festive Solitude
The holidays were quiet
how it all changed
through the years
empty seats at the dinner table
less laughter
So much emphasis
on one day
And this year
as schedules
and timing dictated
I spent it alone
and survived
But I would be lying
if I said I didn't miss the company
Or those smells of the feast
I never thought as I got older
that connection would be farther away
but it is
and I hope that when it finally happens
it will be about...
how it all changed
through the years
empty seats at the dinner table
less laughter
So much emphasis
on one day
And this year
as schedules
and timing dictated
I spent it alone
and survived
But I would be lying
if I said I didn't miss the company
Or those smells of the feast
I never thought as I got older
that connection would be farther away
but it is
and I hope that when it finally happens
it will be about...
#Christmas
#holiday
#loneliness
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Suicide and Murder
in the depths of despair
where hopelessness stands
a sinister voice whispers
kill yourself, die
who are you
I whisper from my isolation
it moans and answers
I am your lover
the torment of fire inside
a raging thirst for companionship
pushed down by despair
alone, no hands reach out
the hard steel against the chest
feels so good like a homecoming lover
to dance with in love's embrace
the knife plunge causing gutteral groans
love throes ejaculations
hands clutching bedclothes
and...
where hopelessness stands
a sinister voice whispers
kill yourself, die
who are you
I whisper from my isolation
it moans and answers
I am your lover
the torment of fire inside
a raging thirst for companionship
pushed down by despair
alone, no hands reach out
the hard steel against the chest
feels so good like a homecoming lover
to dance with in love's embrace
the knife plunge causing gutteral groans
love throes ejaculations
hands clutching bedclothes
and...
#loneliness
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Blue Mornings
Incandescent empathy
A lingering shadow
Murdering crows
Limestone salts drip
Death of conviction
Silence hangs
Apathy revolts
Only the finest scapegoat
Nothing else will suffice
Sickness and a home
Regret in passion
The light grows
Take it on the chin
The light blows
Clipped wings
Unsung woes
A lingering shadow
Murdering crows
Limestone salts drip
Death of conviction
Silence hangs
Apathy revolts
Only the finest scapegoat
Nothing else will suffice
Sickness and a home
Regret in passion
The light grows
Take it on the chin
The light blows
Clipped wings
Unsung woes
#depression
#grief
#loneliness
#emptiness
#apathy
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4 Comments
Trains That Poetry Forgot
Trains That The Words Forgot
Steam and smoke trains, no longer fume, lying like dead corpses or spare parts of what once was called the golden age.If they would fume, they'd only give a plaintive sigh, about their desolate demise, forsaken and rejected........
Thought to have lost their charm, their romance:too much archaic and rusted for a modern glossary,
They don't whistle full-throat screams, when coming into crowded scene, with travelers waiting with roses and flowers.....and home--comers long awaited return, from war, from places never before gone...
Steam and smoke trains, no longer fume, lying like dead corpses or spare parts of what once was called the golden age.If they would fume, they'd only give a plaintive sigh, about their desolate demise, forsaken and rejected........
Thought to have lost their charm, their romance:too much archaic and rusted for a modern glossary,
They don't whistle full-throat screams, when coming into crowded scene, with travelers waiting with roses and flowers.....and home--comers long awaited return, from war, from places never before gone...
#grief
#heartbroken
#loneliness
#rejection
#sadness
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Why Bother
Why do I bother to ask
When they don’t want to give
I keep wearing a mask
Of content in order to silently live
Why do I bother to dream
That tomorrow is going to be okay
When tomorrow seems
To be like any other painful day
They tell me I have to be the one
To give from the bottom of the heart
Why do I have to be the Sun
When the Moon doesn’t want to take a part
I always hide behind a smile
I laugh to show the world that all is fine
When shadows dark...
When they don’t want to give
I keep wearing a mask
Of content in order to silently live
Why do I bother to dream
That tomorrow is going to be okay
When tomorrow seems
To be like any other painful day
They tell me I have to be the one
To give from the bottom of the heart
Why do I have to be the Sun
When the Moon doesn’t want to take a part
I always hide behind a smile
I laugh to show the world that all is fine
When shadows dark...
#despair
#loneliness
#rejection
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10 Comments
Innocence In Infamy
If I'm to be with her? Buy it. Peering; into the eye of the beholder. Turn the lights out. My darkness masks the presentation. Funeral veil, calculated advertisement. Show, on a distant surface, like engraving a tombstone. Dim-lit projection. Popcorn for caves and flashing theater strobes. Where I hide from her audience and company.
It's even handheld. Everything, anything, infinitely, universal, all the time, drama. How to solve? The pinnacle achievement of pride, of course. Use to fuel negative reinforcement. Such misconstrued motive seems confident. Big brother...
It's even handheld. Everything, anything, infinitely, universal, all the time, drama. How to solve? The pinnacle achievement of pride, of course. Use to fuel negative reinforcement. Such misconstrued motive seems confident. Big brother...
#love
#loneliness
#drugs
#addiction
#determination
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2 Comments
Wallow
Nowhere is my place.
Escape evades my chase.
Shunned by lifes embrace.
Imbue with hindrance grace.
Consumed by peace I rot.
Exhume long hidden plot.
Solitude sought where it's not.
Accursed sanctum death forgot.
Self became a state of disassembling.
Formless integration of dismembering.
A gorgeous desecration of resembling.
Hopelessly fixate on not remembering.
Aimless unknown into wanderer strays.
Time lost in the wake of endless daze.
Necrosis grows so gorge on what decays.
Another phantom slipping...
Escape evades my chase.
Shunned by lifes embrace.
Imbue with hindrance grace.
Consumed by peace I rot.
Exhume long hidden plot.
Solitude sought where it's not.
Accursed sanctum death forgot.
Self became a state of disassembling.
Formless integration of dismembering.
A gorgeous desecration of resembling.
Hopelessly fixate on not remembering.
Aimless unknown into wanderer strays.
Time lost in the wake of endless daze.
Necrosis grows so gorge on what decays.
Another phantom slipping...
#depression
#drugs
#loneliness
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2 Comments
A Boy Exiled From Home
I put on my winter anorak, hood up, and go out, heading down Dead End Lane. The wind bites away at my fingers and toes, causing them to feel swollen, and I'm light-headed. I want to scream on the streets and set the facts straight, but it's too late for that.
The sky's turned from sepia to overcast, and a sharp gust is blowing. Vapour-like rain dances about, splattering on the pavement. It pounds my anorak and soaks the pockets through, lashing my eyes and my mouth as I hurry down the lane.
I weave my way through the railings on the promenade, keeping my eyes fixed on...
The sky's turned from sepia to overcast, and a sharp gust is blowing. Vapour-like rain dances about, splattering on the pavement. It pounds my anorak and soaks the pockets through, lashing my eyes and my mouth as I hurry down the lane.
I weave my way through the railings on the promenade, keeping my eyes fixed on...
#loneliness
#mystery
#despair #risk
#despair #risk
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"GUNNA"!!
Gunna, tell on you cause, I'm gunna testify!
Why?
Cause I'm gunna cooperate!!
Cause if not, I'm gunna go to jail!
So I'm gunna do probation, and free myself from this label 🏷 once none as "YSL"!!
Gunna, gunna, gunna, hey 👋 gunna go you know me, gunna, and I'm gunna tell!!
"Gunna"
Re!!
Why?
Cause I'm gunna cooperate!!
Cause if not, I'm gunna go to jail!
So I'm gunna do probation, and free myself from this label 🏷 once none as "YSL"!!
Gunna, gunna, gunna, hey 👋 gunna go you know me, gunna, and I'm gunna tell!!
"Gunna"
Re!!
#loneliness
#heartbroken
#shame
#frustration
#disappointment
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DU Poetry : Poems About Loneliness by Top Critiquers