Best Companionless Poems
She sits in silence at the end of day
Beside the fire that barely warms the air
Her mind in anguish, threads that tend to fray
Companionless, within a room austere.
Like a carousel swirling around me
Are faces, places, traces of my life
These disjointed images confound me
Recollections sliced by a jagged knife.
The curtains drawn; the door chains are in place
Her thoughts are roaming down the paths of night
A hint of sadness settles on her face
As shadows flicker in the waning light.
There was a man, can’t remember his name
But such fine features graced his handsome face
My wild, young heart his soothing words would tame
As I danced with him in chantilly lace.
She can’t help thinking of the years that pass
The complications of advancing age
Life hard to handle just like fragile glass
Progressive weakness in initial stage.
How easily we swayed across the floor
Effortlessly as an orchestra played
An oceanside hall at some unknown shore
Lord knows, I felt like such a lucky maid!
She fears the fading of a priceless stock
Each recollection slipping from her grip
Memorabilia gathered round the clock
Accumulated in her lifetime trip.
Oh, to feel young and pain-free one more time
But this man’s gone now, and with him, my hope
My mind wanders back to days of my prime
As I tread on senility’s tightrope.
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*Poem co-written by Paul Callus and Carolyn Devonshire
she looks on earth with joyless eye
beneath her light, the lonely cry
and so I'll pluck her from the sky
happis crappis, alakazam
eye of newt and elephant yam
a conjured spell on mystic sphere
I'll tug my ear and call her near
then pluck the moon out of the sky
by strange magic or hocus trick
I’ll tempt her with a wand or stick
out of the sky, out of the sky
I'll pluck the moon out of the sky
companionless before the day
still in her mist, the hopeful pray
then watch her slowly fade away
abracadabra, witches' brew
compel her light to cast askew
will her to pleasure, not give pain
so I ordain; by morning, wane
her loveless light shall fade away
her pale shadow will end the show
then wait the dawn, her fleeting glow
will fade away, will fade away
her loveless light will fade away.
She sits in silence at the end of day
Beside the fire that barely warms the air
Her mind in anguish, threads that tend to fray
Companionless, within a room austere.
Like a carousel swirling around me
Are faces, places, traces of my life
These disjointed images confound me
Recollections sliced by a jagged knife.
The curtains drawn; the door chains are in place
Her thoughts are roaming down the paths of night
A hint of sadness settles on her face
As shadows flicker in the waning light.
There was a man, can’t remember his name
But such fine features graced his handsome face
My wild, young heart his soothing words would tame
As I danced with him in chantilly lace.
She can’t help thinking of the years that pass
The complications of advancing age
Life hard to handle just like fragile glass
Progressive weakness in initial stage.
How easily we swayed across the floor
Effortlessly as an orchestra played
An oceanside hall at some unknown shore
Lord knows, I felt like such a lucky maid!
She fears the fading of a priceless stock
Each recollection slipping from her grip
Memorabilia gathered round the clock
Accumulated in her lifetime trip.
Oh, to feel young and pain-free one more time
But this man’s gone now, and with him, my hope
My mind wanders back to days of my prime
As I tread on senility’s tightrope.
*Poem co-written by Paul Callus and Carolyn Devonshire
Deserted
Desolate
Destitute
Empty
Homeless
Isolated
Lonesome
Reclusive
Solitary
Abandoned
Alone
Apart
By oneself
Companionless
Estranged
Forsaken
Godforsaken
Left
Lone
Outcast
Rejected
Renounced
Secluded
Sinking
Twenty-four black roses
Hanging around my neck
Twenty-four hangmen
Collecting on loves debt
Through the lonely woods, I may head,
Upon the autumn leaves, I may tread,
At the secluded horizon, I may stare,
And only you, I may see,
In those symphonies of silence,
In those melodies of calmness,
In those euphonies of quietness.
By the silent lake, I may lay,
Till the twilight fades, I may stay,
Then in reclusive silence, I may walk,
And only to you, I may talk,
Through those toungueless emotions,
Through those wordless attachments,
Through those voiceless sentiments.
In the lone meadow, I may wander,
Along the untrodden paths, I may waver,
In companionless seclusion, I may hide,
And only in you, I may find,
The depths of oneness,
The bonds of togetherness,
The cozy feel of coalescence.
In the wilderness of emotions, I may die,
At the merciless daggering, I may sigh,
Through a million wounds, I may bleed,
And only in you, I may seek,
The balm of love,
The warmth of affection,
The heal of inseparability.
For J. C. Alldridge
Piccolo and been-throated pibroch
Dilating dimpled hood
Spreading photometric darkroom eyes
Waxing waxing matching
Venomous lip to music's piping lip
O Queen of stung dragon-mouthed Po
Dancing girl of nuanceless ancient reliefs
The apotheosis Brahman curling on the neck
Must you now sink sink
Dread watched
Spineless
Into the winding womb wickerwork
Watching watching pipe-eyed watching
Until you slip
Over the sill of the pipe and the lip
Anathema!
Amorphous piteous anathema!
Amulet of Siva!
Licking the boneless air companionless
Then slithering to lie on the trodden path
Must you have this one last lick
A lick that
Stills the
Unheeding
Child astray
Or ripple tailless
In the reedy gust
To the squat charmer's
Hypnotical pibroch
©: T. Wignesan - Paris, 1957 (from Tracks of a Tramp. Kuala Lumpur-Singapore: 1961; first pub. in "Forum Academicum", University of Heidelberg, 1957)
The moon, an island in the sea of space
Rimmed far across with whitest, softest foam
Upon its surface, flat, for countless days
Mysterious, thick mists, like shadows roam
To the high heavens, the sole stepping stone
A flower blossoming in silver light
That by itself, could set off all alone
The deep, dark pall embodying the night
O, moon, o moon, a tulip swaying free
A lovely, gracious, gentle, beloved maid
A drop of budding dew upon night's lea
A tree of snow-white leaves sprouting night's shade
O, moon, o moon, a skipper with flags, white
A kite with lovely, alabaster plume
Wandering, companionless the night
There’s no word to do justice to the moon
© 2013 Gleb Zavlanov
O lady of night,... distant radiant splendor
in your golden castle, echoes of love render
a countenance of silver, in a whisper tender
hushing a cloudy veil, a romantic surrender
where poets in awry, voice a lustrous wonder.
In pageant of stars, a showstopper shines
palisaded halo, a bashful yellow reclines
a nocturnal goddess, daemon wind whines
companionless beauty, no orbit in twines
waxing and waning, wave on wave chimes
medley of lyrics, abode of countless rhymes
phases hide and seek within old paradigms.
O desolate damsel, Who do you watch?
mingled in honey, glowing butterscotch !
syrup of sparkles, her pearly words replied
"Illusion is my drift, darkness a pretender
reflecting my sun, magic of lunatic wines
a voyage of ight years , honeymoon times."
Invisible blemishes , no craters, no notch,
in a black sea, blushed a beauteous bride.
Dated 7th April 2020
rhyme scheme of AAAAA, BBBB, CCC, DD, E, ABCDE.
Sponsor Emile Pinet
Contest Name Minuanetta Poems
Seperated...oceans apart
standing shoreside are lonely hearts,
sunlight glisten as diamond pools
upon waves that listen to spirits woo...
Silent squalls beseeched within
dormant walls unreached in spin
church bells ring extolling time
lighthouse felling passions crime...
Unwary of quiescent state
companionless are souls to fate
at least in this world learn relate
given time to future date....
I sulk I cry none bothers, they care a fig
although I slog in the house as if a pig
untiringly serve them day n night
they ignore all that outright
if I demand attention or take recourse to crying
they feel some tactics I'm applying
I can't see them morose but smile
Sometimes I just want them to sit with me for a while
none has the intention or time
they feel they have other things prime
will have to live like this lonely
learn to live on my own solely
cant they see I too work hard
all my pleasures are thus marred
except for some attention
I've no material intention
how long can I thus function
I feel lost n companionless at this junction
to unwind I've tried meditation
it gives me little or no peace I'll say without hesitation
what do I do wither shall I go
I want some time they must know
Always when I am annoyed I forgive
As with love together we must live
We must live with the policy of forgive n forget
This is the way family life remains set
If one doesn't forgive tensions build
If a heart is broken, it takes long to be healed.
Awake again, I should be sleeping
Bed linens cradle my conscious dreaming.
Contentment found in this quiet interlude
Disclosing my need for companionless refuge.
Evolving in darkness, visions far beyond sight
Futile seem the particulars that can only be seen in light.
Glowing softly the Moon labors, a lesson in purpose.
Heed everyone's needs and you'll merely touch the surface.
Illuminated by my sleepless, cerebral overtime
Jewels of peace start to twinkle, fear eases and subsides.
Kindred are the moon and I, finite our luminesce
Laddering alone, until waning down to rest.
In pageant of stars, a showstopper shines
palisaded halo, a bashful yellow reclines
a nocturnal goddess, daemon wind whines
companionless beauty, no orbit in twines.
28th April 2020
Sponsor Gregory R Barden
Contest Name Rithimus Divisa 3
Reference poem details
Honeymoon
Date written 7th April 2020
for Emile Pinet Contest Minuanetta Poems
Calm like a mountain brooding o'er the sea,
I stood at the edge of the bridge hoping to end this fight,
Choked by the thorns and brambles of early adversity,
My thoughts scattered over the world like ant-hills,
I’ve been shielding this feeling,
It brute terrors like the scurrying of rats in a deserted attic.
I long to be loved, accepted, heard and pampered,
Memorable moments standing the test of time,
Clenched little hands like rumpled roses, dimpled and dear,
But I’m companionless,
As the last cloud of an expiring storm whose thunder is its knell,
Who knows if I’m living to die or dying to live?
I am ready to deal with this pain cruelly and squarely,
It can only take a bullet in the mind to hold me back,
But my effort is creeping like a snail, unwillingly to actuate,
Tears and heart breaks gather like foul birds,
Run and surge fiercely to and fro my delicate soul,
Like the red harbor-buoy.
I think it’s time to put a stop to all these,
My heart is about to turn cold,
I still wonder how to move unto uncertain future,
But I hear voices and words;
Every phrase is like the flash of a scimitar,
And it says fight; win, ready or not, now or never.
Being alone is not been left alone
It's doesn't mean solus
One is not being companionless
Left over the feel that unaccompained.
Alone which not only means lonesome
There is something beyond the lonely state
It should be searched by one's own self
There is lot beyond the hermitic.
You are your own companion
You are at the line of extrovernt
Not introvernt
Time to understand one's own self.
Not deserted, detached, sequestered..
But can be socialized itself
So "Feel Alone" but projected to be unique like a crown.
Winter
by Michael R. Burch
The rose of love's bright promise
lies torn by her own thorn;
her scent was sweet
but at her feet
the pallid aphids mourn.
The lilac of devotion
has felt the winter hoar
and shed her dress;
companionless,
she shivers, nude and sore.
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