Best Aloneness Poems

Unlike being alone
Celibacy is a choice
A commitment to oneself
Maybe for a lifetime
Maybe for a growth cycle

Celibacy is a desire
a need to focus
to reevaluate

Celibacy is a spiritual journey
concentrating with minimal distraction
time alone to reflect
to hibernate
then re-emerge
cocoon
metamorphize
journey inward
explore the great depths of the self



AP: 3rd place 2021

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A Palace of Aloneness.

This palace of aloneness is not my home. 
It's bricks know only the time of run-off bygones.
Transition past it's thousand entrances 
Impaired with creeping ivy 
Into it's stately communion hall
For the dead and the living you'll end up.

Look out it's eyes towards...

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Aloneness is different from loneliness
It is an occasion for personal growth
It gives an insight into humanness
And helps us realize our self worth

Being with others continually
Denies us from ever having a chance
To look at ourselves objectively
To build up our own self reliance

Self reliance is the key...

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Stacks of Aloneness
                            by Odin Roark

He wandered here among the longings
And the forgotten,
Not many remaining properly covered,
Their dust...

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sitting alone
staring at mt fuji
the weathered bench...

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In my life I often feel I am alone; alone in my thoughts, alone in my musings, alone in my day-to-day movements and unsatisfying activities. I move like a ghost through hallways and down sidewalks, unnoticed and, at times, gratefully so. 
I do not wish...

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SHE CARRIES ON HER A PAIL
SHE STRUGGLES WITH HER BACK PAIN
SHE STOPS...MUSIC OF THE QUAILS
SHE MUST MAKE HASTE
FOR THEY MUST BE CHASED

NO MAN HAS KNOWN HER
OTHERWISE SHE COULD BE GIVEN A HAND
SHE IS THE CAPTAIN OF HER OWN SHIP
AND ALSO AN OARSWOMAN IN A SKIFF

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Hardly venture into such verse.
In her bedroom, she wrote her curse.
She despised bright pupils at Yale.
If water drops could tell their tale.

She went on long walks in the drought.
They urged her to blend in and flout.
In gray rain, she went past wan shale.
If water drops...

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A plumeria blossom floats to the earth.
Is it a death?  Or is it a birth?
It lands with its face touching the ground.
Never shall it be a hula crown.

The luster of its blossom shines upward like a star
A symbol of my aloneness in a place...

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the swelling taste 
of your absence 
was heavy on the tongue 
of my silent night

i grabbed speckles 
of darkness 
flying between 
my longing eyes

i searched for the shadow 
of your moon
within the walls 
of my starry night

my eyes bled crystal rivulets  
as my mind...

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He was asking for, at least,
a passive euthanasia.

Rage or hostility
was giving pain to phantom limbs.
Race puts forth,
a trembling version
of ethnic choice.
A piped dream
which never took off.

On middle of the road
a dragon rumbles,
hissing flames.
Something not on the left
not on the right.
Cannot keep the sky open.
Nothing moves...

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I'm sick of poems, man
It's like shouting at the shadows
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Lingering laughter brings out loving lines
Within writings which echo warm, wild words
Music - melodies moisten melted minds
Feelings of hearts who flow furiously
Soothing silence, semblance - with sensations
Praises, prayers, poems who penetrate
Attracting aloneness of the artiste






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She has sat too long in the wind.
It stretched every plane of her face into smiles
Except for the sad mouth.

She carries her happy, laughing, children
Every one, on her shoulders,
Where their dead father would have.

She coughs, and sighs, and curses, and grits,
Until all that is left
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I have known joy
amidst thick fallen snow
and slippery streets
and voices merciless
some like addiction's lure.

I have known joy
of strangers giving bouquets
cloak giving warmth
spoon with bowl beyond broth
both thirst and hunger quenched.

I have known joy
she spied and saw me sleep
a brown teddy bear upon my chest
I up...

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