10 Best Famous Aloneness Poems

Here is a collection of the top 10 all-time best famous Aloneness poems. This is a select list of the best famous Aloneness poetry. Reading, writing, and enjoying famous Aloneness poetry (as well as classical and contemporary poems) is a great past time. These top poems are the best examples of aloneness poems.

• All Famous Aloneness Poems

 there are eyes that refuse to exist
in the fresh air - they are invented
by the lies of paint or make their mark
in a memory that had a truth
to feed on but only by distortion

right now they sell a dream
i'd like to see the back of - they come
with a whole body rippling me apart
disturbing me with echoes of a flesh
so many layers down the light derides it

why can't i grasp it now
this love's reverberation of a sound
that tunes me deeper than my marrow
but runs from me when wanted to be real
(today's a dried pool whispering of an ocean)

the eyes (unreal or not) persist
life is at base such unreality - it stirs
surfaces through pretences who i am
each a wash of wish (its listless traces
the febrile flickings of a tight core's ends)

i'm struggling now for safety
want something from these diadems
this old light scores in me - these eyes
cradling me as i look through them
(won't let me go and i can't let them)

beyond love they cup aloneness
they're your eyes but my at-one-ment
(more to sing of than i can fathom)
sensing them calmly's the ripest pain
these eyes so poignant they daren't exist

 And then a scholar said, "Speak of Talking." 

And he answered, saying: 

You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts; 

And when you can no longer dwell in the solitude of your heart you live in your lips, and sound is a diversion and a pastime. 

And in much of your talking, thinking is half murdered. 

For thought is a bird of space, that in a cage of words many indeed unfold its wings but cannot fly. 

There are those among you who seek the talkative through fear of being alone. 

The silence of aloneness reveals to their eyes their naked selves and they would escape. 

And there are those who talk, and without knowledge or forethought reveal a truth which they themselves do not understand. 

And there are those who have the truth within them, but they tell it not in words. 

In the bosom of such as these the spirit dwells in rhythmic silence. 

When you meet your friend on the roadside or in the market place, let the spirit in you move your lips and direct your tongue. 

Let the voice within your voice speak to the ear of his ear; 

For his soul will keep the truth of your heart as the taste of the wine is remembered 

When the color is forgotten and the vessel is no more.