Best Lifelonely Poems
Empty streets I walk and walk
Aimed at the lonely riverside
There's nothing to think of, just stand there
Just stand there and quietly stare
At the water at my feet
Struggling to flow down my face
While my favorite music plays.
Empty streets I walked and walked
To the sound of a desolate trumpet
Played by a mask hidden puppet
Crying please drop a little stone
To take the sorrow off these bones!
And miles and miles I walked alone..
A stranger stopped me and said please,
Would you come for a cup of tea?
But fear and cold won over warmth;
I turned my back, made something up
And all alone I pursued to walk
Through empty streets in the twilight.
Who knows what could it be
Of the stranger who wanted tea?
Maybe a swindler or a thief,
Or maybe someone just needing company
Two blue eyes wanting to talk
And to maybe come along my walk,
And listen,
Listen to me,
Something I'll eternally need.
But I said no, and continued to walk
Through empty streets at the twilight.
I've seen love, I've seen hate
I've seen the world in this tiny place
By walking along the same old streets...
I've been smiled at, been ignored
But I've never stopped my walk
Through empty streets down and up
Alone with ghosts and dreams and thoughts
I see the people who I love
Appearing and fading in the air...
Drown in coffee and illusion,
I walk behind the fake profusion
Of a life in the other shore
I never doubted I would adore.
But for the first time I am scared;
Scared of not being myself
Something so easy to prevent,
Yet so hard to understand...
I live in illusion!
Like my sisters and my brothers.
And talking about the others,
Hand in hand I see two lovers:
Something I have never tasted
Because so far I've only waited,
Waited while my life's on pause.
But what's a pause without a dream?
It's a guitar without a string!
It's endless time without a clock,
It's the empty streets I walk.
But still, in the riverside's horizon
Empty as it is, or full as it may seem
A little boat remains there floating
For all of us still hoping
For a glimmer, for a light
There at the lonely riverside
Hope of one day walking back
The empty streets, no longer black.
Through out the lonely days
Written By Dean Masciarelli
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Through out the lonely days
And the long lonely nights
I continue to pray
Every single day
And all I ask for when
I pray
is that the good Lord
will bring me somebody
That will treat me right
And stand beside me
through out this journey
Because I would truly love
them in a very special way
I'm looking down a long, lonely road
I don't know how long I've been on it
And i don't know how much longer it will be
before this road ends
I do know that along the way it will cross
I may not know which way i will will take
Both roads before me will have easy times
as well as hard times.
Everyone knows you can't have one without the other
I don't know what will happen
But then again who ever knows what will come
My opinion; I just want to go with the road.
Whatever happens on it, I will take in strides
If i fight what comes, I will never get anywhere
But if i go with the flow I won't be disappointed
I will always except the worse but i will always hope for the best
Take what you can and hold on tight
The small things are what i hold and keep dear to me
I'm looking down a long, lonely road
No matter what comes from it, I know I am ready for it
Because this is my road
Walking down that lonely road
Written By Dean Masciarelli
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Walking down that lonely road
Without having someone to hold
That can make you feel loved
And wanted and needed gets really old
Because all you’ve
ever
wanted from anyone
Is to be loved and appreciated by one person
But after your heart has truly been broken
There is a part of you that is naturally afraid
That there may be a chance
that you will get hurt again
When you finally do find someone new to love
Walking down that lonely road
Without having someone to hold
That can make you feel loved
And wanted and needed gets really old
Lonely are the nights,
lonely are the days,
lonely am I in so many ways.
Lonely are the seasons,
lonely are the years,
so lonely am I that it brings tears.
Lonely is this place,
lonely is my life,
lonely am I that I reach for a knife.
Lonely is this court room,
lonely is my sentence,
so lonely am I, that I ask for repentance.
wrote 7-25-90
They call you lonely girl
Because you are a girl
And you are always alone
But are you really a lonely girl?
Or are you happy where you are?
Living inside yourself
Alone and self contained
Are you content to be alone?
Defying us all for our conceit
Do you look upon us?
Thinking us odd for our neediness
Needing to be noticed
Needing to be wanted
Needing to love and be loved
They call you lonely girl
And await the day
When your abject unhappiness
Will cause you to merely fade away
Out of your lonely existence
Or for you to succumb to the solitude
And end your bitter life
Dying as you lived, alone
But you don’t look sad
Nor unhappy with your lot
You look serene and at peace
So be content, lonely girl