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
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 blurred views
Draped in so longs never to be clearly revealed.
Gawk at it's floor to ceiling shelves infinitely crowded
With ô so decidedly swollen hearts
Captive inside tightly sealed jars.
To dust them is not my task.
Here, cabinets are filled with illogical medicines
For conditions without extensional cures.
A repository for good and bad intentions.
You'll know as soon as you feel it
That you are there.
I'll take no residence in this palace
On the dark side of it's interference.
Secure no long or short term stay in it.
This settlement has no neighbors
To cheerily comfort with a smile.
No happiness locker, no blowing kisses.
No escape if you accept lodging here.
Move on, let weighty doors close before you
That have no real escape.
About-face before it's dark shadow becomes you.
Recapture only evidence that matters.
There is no recouping backwards.
Offer up your redress to tomorrow today.
Flee past this palace of forlornness.
Avoid it's thorns upon your ankles.
Clutch your heart from head to toe.
Keep your future safe to ascent again.
Stay out and away look up to heavens above
Even now they are clouded with silver linings.
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 to coping
With acute periods of adversity
It provides us with an inner strengthening
To overcome and claim the victory
Self reliance is extremely vital
To avoid the feeling of loneliness
Which can happen when there is denial
Of other's support and togetherness
If you feel contentment in aloneness
It can help you to avoid a pitfall
It provides an inner based happiness
Which is the greatest happiness of all
Stacks of Aloneness
by Odin Roark
He wandered here among the longings
And the forgotten,
Not many remaining properly covered,
Their dust jackets of protection
Long gone.
Worn and torn,
The many leaned fatigued in their shoulder to shoulder exile,
With an occasional entombment in plastic wrap
Sweltering in the heat of its many paged passion.
He saw there was something for every kind of aloneness,
Requiring only to be read,
Not bought and placed on another shelf,
But made companion,
A redemptive power for continuing,
often singular journey of aloneness.
A sudden draft from the entrance door
Fluttered the pages of an ancient pyramid travel guide,
The open page 86 sent miniscule sand afloat,
Including its stowaway squashed flea,
Having once bitten the privates of the book’s looting bandit,
Now reduced to but another powdery remnant of history
He gazed upon the shaft of light spotlighting the settling dust.
Such never-ending stacks of tomes, he thought.
A mix of direct and implied philosophy of time,
Some read and pondered,
Others once he knew were but color-matched bindings for
A decorator’s intellectual pandering to
A 5th Avenue looky-loo,
Someone wanting the perfect life,
A delusion her inheritance
Could ever accommodate.
And then…
There was this one opus, ‘til now he knew not of.
Here, the fortune of lovers lying side by side
Beneath the weight of print and paper,
Shared a vial of death, now empty.
A desperate love wanting only to be read,
To be understood as prohibited emotion
Reduced to a finite repose in the darkness of closure,
Like the unopened book now about to have its long awaited embrace.
From his hand he placed the worn book down for ring up.
The clerk opened the cover to reveal its eye-pencil message:
“To my love. May you live long enough to finish this.”
Smiling to the obviously homeless man,
the clerk said, “Just a buck, including tax. Gotta love a bargain, eh?”
“Yes,” he said. “They say the bard knew aloneness needn’t be lonely.
Think he was right?”
She shrugged.
He handed her four quarters.
sitting alone
staring at mt fuji
the weathered bench
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 could tell their tale.
Had they fed the felled holy trees?
Her thongs sloshed in a thoughtful breeze.
Gather, freeze, pour down wet and hail.
If water drops could tell their tale.
Where had those lovely old dribs been?
which dropped sunk ships and saved Tholepin.
She found longing despite the hail.
If water drops could tell their tale.
Written: August 09, 2022
A Kyrielle about Water Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Kim Rodrigues
Checked by HMS.COM
16 Lines 8syllables each/ 4 Stanzas.
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 and ate, she heard me weep
I was a butterfly in the mountains.
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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
FROM THE WEEDS SHE WILL BE GOING TO COLD SHEETS
AT TIMES SHE’S SCARED OUT OF HER WITS
HER ONLY SOLACE IS HER GRANNY’S QUILT
SHE CLINGS TO IT AS IT CARRIES HER TO SLEEP
SHE WAKES UP TO NO MUSIC OF LOVE
ONLY THE MELODIES OF DOVES
THE SUN, WITH ITS RADIATING RAYS
GIVES HER THE HOPE THAT ONE DAY IT WILL BE OKAY
SHE HOPES TO HAVE SOMEONE ONE DAY
TO TAKE HER ALONENESS AWAY
WHO CAN KNOW HER AND GIVE HER LITTLE ONES
TO GIVE HER A HAND
OH YES SHE WILL DANCE
FROM HOME TO THE FIELDS AND USE EVERY CHANCE
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 defogged
with the knowledge
of my aloneness
i lay down to sleep
hanging on to
the endless rails
of your vivid departure
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
Is the halves of dreams.
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
March 24, 2021
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 so far.
A crown or a symbol. In the end, is there a difference?
The hula crown too is destined to the earth in a sense.
Lady Gaia opens her heart to all in a gesture of love.
She receives the return of both blooms as a gift from above.
One plumeria adorned a dancer’s hair;
Its fragrance and beauty appreciated beyond compare.
One bloom left the tree on its own, catching a breeze, hoping to fly.
Yet, it sails to the ground, rather than dance in the sky.
Its brave action is noticeable only to one.
The person who sits alone in the sun.
A blossom’s daring act of leaving the tree all alone
Has mirrored my life and cuts to the bone.
The significance of its exploit brings tears to my face;
And in this very moment, my aloneness I embrace.
Mahalo nui, little earth star, plumeria blossom
The treasure you have given me is truly awesome!
Recognition is but a fleeting diversion;
Touching one soul with love is a lasting conversion
The fire of my soul
has burnt to dust desire
I now play my life role
with nothing to aspire
Save love
Energy gridlines brighten
as bliss currents cascade
Feeling load on heart lighten
into the vast void I wade
Alone
16-August-2022
Poised in peace, it may appear we’re phlegmatic
but the truth is heart’s drenched in bliss mists sublime,
thus in vibrant aloneness we’re ecstatic,
consciousness attuned to God’s magnetic chime.
The light of Self within is always aflame;
made in God’s image, soul and He are the same
and thus there remains for us nothing to do,
save feeling refrains of bliss rapture renew.
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 now,
not even leaves of a lone tree.
There was a random cry
unheard in the aloneness of fire.
SATISH VERMA