She writes about Fall's beauty in the rain
The falling raindrops' dance ascribing thence
Bespoken verse that lightens her refrain
before the time they met - her steps commence.
She listens to the soft and rhythmic thrum,
her love turned to escape and cloudy string
Where nimbus mistletoe fell, tears to become
Their kiss of Autumn was symbolic ring.
The first light cotton mists with summer rays
While skyward cheerful laughs adorn the land,
their ceremonial dance diffuses grays,
affectionate embrace, where dreams expand.
Upon September's sky the raindrops gleam
With half of hidden Sun to laugh and beam.
Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2013
Life has become a monotonous task
Still I am haunted by ghosts from the past
Great pretender - you only see the mask
Memories linger-how long will they last?
Traumatic pain results in constant fears
I show no emotion nor do I dwell
Society mocks the man who sheds tears
because of this, I shelter in a shell
This heart of mine has mutated to stone
It wont love again it cannot be cured
I'm content in solitude - all alone
All faith is lost, nothing can be restored
Life is just an artificial substance
My existence is of no importance
The Silent One
7 October 2015
Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2015
A lonely bard can paint and write more songs,
Which birds loftily warble all day long,
Every note taps the heart of each flower,
Sprinkles dew drops while silent wind meanders.
Her ballad - a gem of all creations,
A home, hollowed not with admiration,
Chasm within draws perfect harmony
For stars to play a perfect symphony.
With knowledge and love, ink surges so deep,
The feather outshines the wind on its tip,
Lifting up dry leaves lying underneath
Every tale is treasured by golden sheath.
Lonely bard pens the lyrics of our hearts,
Where weary souls can find their road to start.
Aug 9, 2013 11.50am
By: Leonora Galinta
“I am a lonely bard
I have no song to sing.
This empty ballad is my home.
A feather against the dying wind-
-my only expression.”
-by my dearest sis, Poet Destroyer from her poem, “Umbrella”
This poem is a loving dedication/ homage to my all time greatest & most favourite poet, my loving sis & friend of mine & my number 1 inspiration.
Contest: Pick a line, any line from a poem of fav. poet
Sponsor: Richard Lamourex
Copyright © Galeo DS | Year Posted 2013
SONNET – HE WALKS ALONE
He walks alone, without a hand to hold,
craving innocent passion, love so pure.
Hoping, dreaming, to fill his heart of gold,
for pain of yearning, is hard to endure.
Longing for love to share, a cheek to kiss,
to embrace, hold her in a warm caress,
stroke her hair, share togetherness and bliss,
to feel the depth of sweet love, nothing less.
Long, lonely days, wishing, longing to find,
one to love, soul and beauty to adore,
to share his love with gentle loving kind,
to end his lonely quest to seek no more.
To find his soulmate of female gender,
to cherish, behold, with love so tender.
Copyright © Teppo Gren | Year Posted 2015
The widow turned the air on, closed her door
against the summers’ sounds and cooling breeze.
She had no friends or allies anymore
and family were mere shards of memories.
But sometimes, like a captured damsel, she
would stand beside her window for a while.
Her neighbor sitting on his porch would see
her. He'd turn her way, and tip his hat and smile.
It might have crossed her mind she could regain
some confidence in going out to meet
this friendly gent, but at her window pane
she stayed as life outside breathed in the heat.
Then risking nothing, she would turn away
and never know the scent of that one day.
For Laura Loo's the BEST SAD POEM EVER II Poetry Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2013
Adrift in the darkness, canvas sail gleams,
night sky aglow with satiny moonbeams.
Calm winds tread over a nonchalant sea
the world revolves in perfect harmony.
Inside a heart, waves crash upon a shore
turbulent weather lasts forever more.
A love that once breathed life into her sails
was but a flurry, pretender of gales.
Treasure lies deep beneath the salty brine.
A wounded heart waits to cast off the line.
When high tide ebbs at the moons direction,
a forgiving heart forgets rejection.
Sea will spill upon the shore its treasure
in a wealth of love that knows no measure.
Copyright © Lin Lane | Year Posted 2016
Silence of words, yet not the heart that yearn’d,
patronised by the one once so sprightly,
to shy away from friends, ardour adjourn’d,
treason for love, not to be judged lightly.
The speech of soft silence, not to be heard,
for fear of embarrassment, of laughter,
in a culture new, with words that are blurr'd,
silence of the heart remained thereafter.
Silent remain‘d the voice, but not the heart,
the heart wept, it cried for the one to hold,
for someone to hear, to become a part,
with a loving soul share a dream of gold.
Yet the words echoed in the hollow core,
not being heard; silence forevermore.
For contest: Any Sad Poem
Sponsor: Broken Wings
Copyright © Teppo Gren | Year Posted 2015
He did not love her, yet she adored him.
For the naive soul who fell all alone,
Ablaze with a fiery yearn for him,
Her Fondness met with a heart of cold stone.
Wept as the fire died, saw embers of him.
The embers burnt black, and she became scarred.
Discovered merely hatred within him,
The truth was unveiled and her heart was charred.
To be lonely in love is to suffer,
No solace in solitude it is grim,
Dreams are lonely with only one owner,
She wants to share her dream of love with him.
To love him, to love you, is all I ask
Let my heart find peace and remove my mask.
Copyright © Isabella Seccombe | Year Posted 2010
Like the only word on the page,
Like the only page with a word,
Like the only voice being heard,
Like the only bird in the cage.
Like being paid the only wage;
The one without his vision blurred.
Like the only thought being spurred,
Like the only mind of this age.
Like the only leaf on the tree;
The only flower in the ground.
The only one with eyes to see,
Like the only one being found.
Like what it would be to be me;
The only pound making a sound.
Copyright © dakarai cobb | Year Posted 2012
You didn’t come that dreadful night
Or in the morning with the rain
Even through all my pain
You didn’t come, with all your light
You didn’t come to bring me might
And as though my loss were your gain
You didn’t come, you did refrain
From coming to take away my fright
And now my heart is cold and bare
And now you may come and see
That no love could be harbored there
And this is what I will always be
Because you didn’t come and didn’t care
©Copyright 2015. All rights reserved.
Copyright © Glory Winzer | Year Posted 2015
Be my girl
Make me whole again. Take my love .hold my hand lets drink love
And lose ourselves into love. Girl lets for once forget about the world
And enjoy life, be my girl and I will be your boy,
Let me touch your lips they look soft and they are shiny,
Forgive me your love is to die for.
Can I at list hold you close to my chest?
I want to feel the warmth of your skin, forgive me again your beauty is irresistible.
The art that God used when he was creating you is so amazing and
It drives me crazy to be in the same world with such beautiful creature.
Girl don’t look at my face, you make me shy,
And every time I see your smile my heart eventually stops for a moment,
Your eyes are like an arrow that struck straight into my heart.
If I can stay and stir at your beauty for a while I swear I would get lost in love
Let me go before I lose myself into love more than I have already done.
Copyright © Busani Zuma | Year Posted 2015
When you miss a child,
Of your very own,
That is your flesh and blood,
You begin to wonder,
Where did you go wrong,
In your own life,
Instead of looking,
At the beautiful life,
This you must remember,
So many of the difficult times,
Cause of the times you did share together,
For your children will remember more,
Than you really want to give them credit for,
And they will always remember you,
As their loving parent,
For loving them so much,
More than you will ever know,
And you will never forget them,
Just as you hope,
You will never be forgotten,
From their lives,
Copyright © John Hembree | Year Posted 2013
Friday night the weekend begins for most
Mothers, Fathers, with family members host
To be together with those they LOVE most
While a lonely man speaks with his Wife's ghost
On my computer the POETRY site
Saturday mornings some comments I write
My former students all work through the night
An old man see's his Wife's Heavenly Light
After Church, there is my A A meeting
Forlorn lonesomeness,now takes a beating
I get home; Featured POETS; I'm greeting
Images of my lovely Wife : Fleeting
Monday, a new week, new POEMS I shall start
I pick up my quill and write from my Heart
Author's note: Dear Andrea, all lines have 10 syllables(Thanks for the Spelling)
I still have to work on the format - aabb- This looks like aaaa but it's not ; a - just happens to rhyme with - b -
Copyright © HGarvey Daniel Esquire | Year Posted 2013
Thought of the once busy café gone dull
Brings me ideas that at once I’ll mull
Not knowing the reason for the escape
I strongly desire to join the landscape
The lonely feeling is what I soon want
Semblance of a café is what does taunt
I enjoy empty seats, I love the peace
Do they make enough cash to pay the lease
How long can this sentimental time last
Will it take me beyond and to the past
Not a soul is coming, I’ll enjoy this
The enlightenment brings me total bliss
I don’t know why this café is empty
I enjoy the calm and real harmony
Contest: CAFE MUSINGS
Sponsor: nette onclaud
Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2014
Looking across the dark night, I try , to know my mistakes,
To know why I'm here ,to know why my life shakes.
Nothing seems to go right ,everything is still the same ,
yet in my foresight ,I tremble to smile again.
Lost count of the stars ,as well as the tears falling by,
singing to the tune of, lone birds in the sky.
All efforts seem to go in vain, as I cry and breakdown,
trying to search that hand to wipe my tears and frown.
Missing every past moment, of joy as well sorrow,
uncertainties hanging above, graving over my tomorrow .
Losing every hope I had ,I close my eyes in emptiness ,
listening to the empty silence ,tortured by loneliness.
I dream of the day, the day sun would rise,
make me feel good ,and my mistakes I may realize.
Copyright © Biplab Mahadani | Year Posted 2013
I searched for a Penny
So I could hear her thoughts
Sadly there weren't any
My heart was left in knots
Perhaps a wooden Nickle
Or maybe a thin dime
Would help me in a pickle
So this girl could be mine
I was determined to pass Buck
For he seemed to have her ear
He possessed that Irish luck
So I cried in my green beer
This girl I wanted to hold
Was enamored with his gold
"Penny for your thoughts"
"Don't accept any wooden Nickles."
"All he had was one thin dime"
"The Buck stops here"
"Luck of the Irish"
"The one who has the Gold gets the girl!"
Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2015
I look to the skies hoping to see a sign
A sign of a stars shining like diamonds
I toss the thoughts of you to the heap of stars
All the happiness dressed with flowers
I took time to remember you singing
A voice so sweet it turned roses yellow
I yelled to the gloomy mountains for you
And light shone like twilight in heaven
Through demons and angels my plea recognized
And I finally feast on your beauty like a vulture
Thou thoughts mingle in space and time
I remembered your dancing eyes with adventure
So keen to let the desires leave the dust
I saw you in the sky strolling like a queen towards eternity
Copyright © Zakhe Michael Mcunu | Year Posted 2014
In many dreams of you, I wish
If I could get my hands on the wings
If only I could come over to you now,
It would be the best moment in my life.
Alone in a cool evening
With the light of a candle and the breeze from afar
And then the moment would draw close
And the night would become our friend
And nature would support our breathe
And our dream would seem simple
And nightmare be far from us
For the moment would be the beginning of a new era
And the dawn would bring joy
Happiness and love
Copyright © Philip Odiete | Year Posted 2014
THE GRASS WIDOW
All this cowed earth in a blue jar, flowerless
Stands on the pine table. Clay and wood
Have broken spirit’s voice, to endow
With uncalled for happiness your fleeting presence.
Truth is blunt in your eyes: you do not love me
Or what I seem to claim in you, parenthood and nation,
Lest I decipher too readily the code of your person
And trade it for the platitude of wealth
Joining you has become. You would rather
Speak of the turquoise found in a still cave
Than wear the married felicities of our age
Wafer thin as an advertisement page
Adorning the scattered newspaper. My hands
Touch your face. Nobody loves you like me.
Copyright © Rosemarie Rowley | Year Posted 2015
I showed you inner sanctum of my heart
where truth and fantasy together lie
My scented rhymes were lover's guide and chart
unlocked my treasures were to searching eye
I showed you every splendor tinged in gold
a place were luxury was redefined
your hands I filled with more than you could hold
with chords of silken dreams I wished to bind
I sated you on Oriental sweets
and played the mistress to your every whim
into your craving mouth I placed my treats
so that your blazing love would never dim
But once you had your fill, my heart you left
A dungeon dark and dank of love bereft
Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2015
A SMILE OF TEARS
I wish I could catch a star
was the voice I heard as I sat on the grass
I look through the meadow
all I could see was her shadow
Walking up close
her mouth ajar, I could see her white teeth
A gash on the left side of her face
she touched, felt with a loud wail.
Her heart bitter
I could see its emptiness
Sickly, she stole a glance at me
like a dog peeping through a window
All tears, she shook bitterly
even though her eyes were hard as flint
Sitting next to her, like a couple on a date
I hold her arm and lo! Soft was its feel.
Sullen, heartbroken, painfully
she smiled at me sweetly
On the wet grass sitting
together arm in arm we gaze into space
the air cool, calm
even though it was covered in a haze
face clouded with tears, gay with life
I could see smiles setting on her left cheek
Happily, I smile back knowing
I had enkindled the hope she had lost in the murk.
Copyright © olufunminiyi salawu | Year Posted 2013
I heard the sad song of a lonely dove
My heart grew heavy as she softly cried
Her lover gone no longer by her side
She coos a grieving song for her lost love
With empathy I looked to Him above
To pray a silent prayer toward the skies
Please search the world and use your clouds for eyes
Help find a mate and give fate's hand a shove
Her nest has now become her prison cell
How painful it must be just to return
To think of all those nights together shared
Her friend the wind is all that she can tell
I hope the wind has caught my prayer and churns
And some nice lonely dove will come who cares
an original poem by the "poemdog" Daniel Turner
Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2016
I gave up on you years ago
Felt love in my life had to go
Felt free and strong without care
Never needing wanting another there
Life has changed so much since then
Looking inside I take to pen
Wonder have I grown up yet
To include something more than a pet
Another February comes to be
Alone again hello, just me
Valentine's day it comes and goes
Will I again receive a rosé?
Will this be the year I'm ready to see
If someone can share their life with me?
Copyright © Jennifer Marie Oliver | Year Posted 2013
Standing in the frigid wind outside the bus stop doors
She seemed lost and lonely as the cars past with a roar.
Waiting for my only child the son whom I adore
I couldn’t help but wonder where was she headed for?
The prodigal returned through those same two frosty doors
But though the night was getting dark no one came for her.
Stopping right beside her, the radio blaring a Christmas score
We asked her if she needed help could we do any more?
Her wind burnt cheeks rose with the smile she wore
“Thank you, no.” She said. Her eyes they did explore
the warm interior and the street stretched out before
My folks are late but coming soon at least I’m pretty sure…
We left her there before the door yet still my heart implores
How many lost and lonely waifs are left standing by the door?
*Monorhyme is Sonnet form using slip or half rhyme.
Some good deeds go unaccepted.
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2010
what makes the heart feel for something it can't touch?
his tears caused contractions for his heart to pulse
floundered, looking for loves heartache to clutch
whimsical solace of her essence startles his impulse
shouldering the bane of a kiss that foreshadowed trifles
kooky huh? how time unleashes emotions restrained behind pride
losing his beloved inamorata to an admirer she mollycoddles
his heart became friable to the echo of her suicide
It was the absence of a note that left his worries unverified
what makes the heart feel for something it can't touch?
Now alone and without; a lovers heart is mummified
he will never love another as much
the “ghost orchid” has become her epithet
the rules of this game have changed, misère ouverte.
I chose Bonnie Raitt “I can't make you love me” because when I listened to it it brought
back memories of my childhood feeling second to my fathers work. His physical presence was
always their, but his heart belonged to his work and still is. After listening to the song 5 or 6
times I thought of the question, what makes the heart feel for something that it can't
touch----like love, and went from there.
Copyright © Mark Taylor | Year Posted 2013
I sat smoking my lonely cigarette;
Sat recalling the sublime memories we had.
We had splendid times; bittersweet emotions lingered within your silhouette.
You were tender to me and I grew fond and clad.
Your serendipity overtook me.
A vast ocean lies between us; the Atlantic.
Your soul is beautiful; young and bright; wild and free.
Mine is troubled. Lonesome. Ever so frantic.
Take your aim. Shoot. And slay my demons.
The cigarette I consume draws insidious smoke.
Unsure, I am, if my eyes tear from burning fumes or from sorrow’s lens.
Dance. Float. Melt. In your seduction make me soak.
Reassure me that you will never leave; never say goodbye.
Sway me nightly and sing me sweet love’s lullaby.
Copyright © Shane Mohamed | Year Posted 2014
Alas, the sorrows sown upon this soul.
Have met the depths of grief; I cry alone.
Misfortune, friend of fate, has placed her dole.
For death has taught that joy is just a loan.
I think be times of days when you were here.
For never was a heart so full as mine.
As jubilation of sweet love drew near.
And on this lonely heart your sweetness shined.
Oh, emptiness that wrestles fallen dreams,
All hope is lost; I have no love to give.
Your death now dealt, the worst of Satan’s schemes.
Regret I now, for I am left to live.
God, take my pain and open Heaven’s door.
That I may stay near my love evermore.
Copyright January 22, 2014
By Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: LONELINESS
Sponsor: FRANK H.
Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2014
Hither I stand, at crossroads,
And then I gaze, at the yonder end-
The vague horizon from where I began;
And all that I may ever deem
Is that- my days
Have been a waken dream.
Hither I stand, at the edge of my dream;
Then I wonder, at the depth of my trance-
An adventurous journey through the wondrous woods;
An idyllic stroll through the vicissitudinous meadow;
And from the final station as I depart,
All that I can ever say, is that
Perpetuation has been a rouge
Of fleeting phases of my life.
St. Stephen’s College.
Copyright © Suyash Saxena | Year Posted 2013
My light was dark and cold
til you came in the door,
then time fell through the floor.
To you my soul I've sold,
The price I'll pay, untold.
My heart you'll soon restore.
Til then my hope so true
is our similitude.
As life we mottle through,
I'll share myself with you
in life's short interlude.
Then death we will exude.
For you my only plea,
are you my destiny?
Copyright © James Inman | Year Posted 2015
I know man in the moon is very sad.
He's mourning that he has no lady fair.
I gaze in awe at his situation
And wonder why it is God put him there.
It may be there's a maid on nearby star,
The one who will find pathway to his heart.
Perhaps God put her there to be his love.
His happiness was planned right from the start.
The moon has always been my trusted muse,
Has comforted when I'm alone and blue.
When words won't come and inspiration wanes,
The moon has helped me to begin anew.
If God has planned romance for man in moon,
Perhaps my own love shall be coming soon.
Written; March 2, 2013 for contest "Moon is my Muse"
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2013