Best Lone Poems
Though she holds his hands, he feels all alone
As moonlit desires sense his dissonant vibes
Emanating from pulses beating in discord
Plundering away ambiance to vacant thoughts
When a cogent conversation becomes a task.
Silence he placates discarding her prompts
Preferring the dark over company of stars
As a lone-bird sits forlorn on a leafless branch
Awaiting for daybreak to build a new nest.
Steadfastly she holds on to her view of galaxy
Undeterred by forces of invisible black holes
Comforting his woes till he rejects her call,
Deciding resolutely to abandon her place
When the lone-bird flees before daybreak.
November 5, 2018
Placed first in contest #520 by Brian Strand
Categories:
lone, break up, love,
Form:
Verse
Suddenly He returned...
A lone traveller on a journey
tripping with her memory
Breezes of unsceduled joy
He blew beneath her skin
Reaching deep witihin
breathing warmth, affectionately.
He poured honey from the moon
and filled her dusk with light
Oh how He made lost shadows shine
He made rays filter through
soft as a candle light.
Oh how it lit her vacant room
and kindled in her night.
Suddenly He returned...
A lone traveller on a jourmey
tripping with her memory
Like a young first love
they danced so fervently
Like a young lost love
they parted unexpectedly
Their paths were not to meet again
beyond borders in between.
They've let their spuming stars
fade deep into the sea.
It could never be,just never be
Forbidden wants were pushed away
and so each possibility.
Yet long lived thoughts, all wordlessly
as guarded dreams roamed silently.
Suddenlly He returned .,..
A lone traveller on a journey
tripping with her memory
keeps tripping with her memory
Always in her memory....
Categories:
lone, absence,
Form:
Lyric
In a verdant meadow expanse,
A lone dandelion stands,
Trading golden crown
For a halo of fragile wisps.
Sun's affection now distant,
Yet in its fragile state,
An ethereal beauty emerges,
An elder amidst fleeting youth.
Holding a thousand dreams,
Awaiting the gust's embrace,
Whispered tales ready to be shared,
With an ever-changing world.
Silent beacon it remains,
Testament to resilience and phases,
Embracing life's ebb and flow,
In the dance of time and change.
Categories:
lone, flower, nature,
Form:
Free verse
One lone rose tumbled from the basket,
the same as the others but set apart
All were beautiful. They congregated
in one basket, these Southern belles,
but she, with her pink cheeks, tumbled,
she’d cut her ties. She loved them, indeed,
but not exclusively. No one was there
to hold her by the hand. She knew
and cared about the world out there.
all the southern belles
beautiful, adorned in pink ~
one lone rose cut ties
She’d end up in a beautiful bouquet,
dusted off, picked up from the floor.
She was the bride’s favorite - was she
something new or something old?
She wasn’t sure - it didn’t matter,
she was used for a moment in time,
carried as the piano played, as
the crowd stood to admire the bride.
how the bouquet served,
open to severed flower ~
the pride of the bunch
Puffed-up in the part she played.
The lovely pink dustable would be saved,
dried, sprayed. She was loved, as surely
as if she was the velveteen rabbit, boxed
up - almost nearly ever gawked at. Her
favorite time was when a little girl, who
looked so much like the bride of years-
gone-by, opened the box and picked her up.
surprise opening
admired, crushed, and scattered rose
a little girl laughs
She was admired and crushed and
a puckered up lady scooped her up
and kissed her over and over again
telling her of her favorite flower - a foundling
she admired even with its scattered petals.
kisses are gathered
strewn on the cheeky lassie ~
she’s a gift of life
She gave one petal to the mischievous girl -
“God bless you! May this grow into
a pretty bouquet, special and unique.
I’ve been so blessed, dear one.
May your life be so blessed too.”
understanding not
but love was never forgot
for girl’s heart was full
Then the worn out rose saw the old
bride kiss her granddaughter, again,
as they laughed and the girl’s cheeks
turned an eternal pink, taking on the hue
of reignited petals. She would stand apart
from the rest, though she loved them all
would serve the world. Her name was Rose.
her namesake of old
ruffled, lacy, magi’s gift
a blessing from God
9/1/2022
Categories:
lone, flower,
Form:
Haibun
A green pear
Not hidden by leaves
At the top
So lonely
A prolific limb's product
Hangs by an aged thread
Categories:
lone, age,
Form:
Shadorma
I am the loner, the rebel
never the leader, I go my own way.
Never trying to run with the pack,
but ahead of them.
I never go where they go,
or do what they do.
Surviving amongst the solitude
of dense forests and misty fogs.
Living for the moonlit midnight hours.
Running wild and free
with the wind in my hair
and the moon
reflecting in my golden eyes.
My kind is close to extinction.
Only a few others remain
who are trustworthy,
only to them do I remain loyal.
I am unforgiving to those
who would dare to cross my path.
I am never afraid
to speak out into darkness.
My wail fills the night air,
a lone cry
not of sadness, or loneliness,
but of freedom,
to go my own way
and be a loner.
For Just That Archaic Poet's contest - "Personify Any Animal Of Your Choosing"
Categories:
lone, animal, freedom, moon, night,
Form:
Free verse
Lone survivor
July 3, 2015
~+~
I sit alone in my basement all hunkered down
My faithful dog with me
Because tonight is the night of firecrackers
And firework, yep it’s the 4th of July.
*
My dog gets to wear a rap around cover
I get just my basement,
You see I am a lone survivor just like my dad
He from world war 2 me Vietnam.
*
My platoon was on patrol when we saw some
Kids playing baseball it was on the 4th of July
So we asked kids if they wanted to play us
Sure thing, as we were playing an enemy.
*
Patrol had seen us and hit us as we were playing baseball,
I got hit in the leg and fell down my buddy was hit
In the head and killed he fell over me
I played dead as they check us over.
*
It took me three days to crawl back to base
All platoon was wiped out but me.
So on this 4th of July like others
I will hate and hunker down as the damn firecrackers
And fireworks go off…
Categories:
lone, death of a friend,
Form:
Free verse
Solitary tree
Silhouetted by the moon
Nature at her best
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature-5.php
Categories:
lone, inspirational, nature
Form:
Haiku
He walked into my office, business in hand,
In denim baggy overalls, a plaid shirt, white painters cap,
and grandpa's old white leather orthopedic shoes.
If I ever get to the ripe old age of 88,
I want to be this lone wolf silhouette of a man.
A slow gait with frailty of movement.
Each step carefully orchestrated and contemplated.
Making one worry the next may become a fall.
But he moves on without even a stumble.
Steadfast stature and posture braced on any lowly perch.
Outer coat showing gaps of missing muscle and mass.
Paws and face forlornly exposed with past battles scorned.
All affairs in perfect order, the next move oft anticipated.
Irises glossy white shadowed with blue wisdom and mystery.
Draped with curtains and folds boldly saying "I am."
Negotiations begin with silence in wait of movement.
Tail wagging intently, teeth exposed only when he smiles.
No bite to his bark, he needn't growl nor gnarl.
Few words, saying only what needs to be heard.
Walking away after a handshake, flash of teeth, and a wink.
09/12/17
Categories:
lone, appreciation, business, endurance, image,
Form:
Prose
The Lone Ranger would come to save the day
With his trusted sidekick Tonto at bay
Outlaws didn't have chance
Were often in trance
He left and said “ Hi-Yo, silver away!”
Alexis Y.
May 2, 2022
Categories:
lone, friend,
Form:
Limerick
When lifting hair was not a crime
Tonto was ahead of his time
He saw a bald Ranger
Whose mask made him stranger
A real pandemic paradigm!
Categories:
lone, humor,
Form:
Limerick
I look at this wonder,
This art,
The landscape behind her blushes,
Lone Londoner,
She defeats my love,
Trumps my harmony,
Warms my blood,
She beats my heart,
Passion in her eyes,
Collapse my brain,
Love is devotion,
Dedicated to her will,
To cry,
To sob at happiness,
I really can not explain,
I love.
Categories:
lone, london,
Form:
Free verse
A heart rages within
a lone wolf cries
the earth beneath is falling apart
distruction, violence, money & greed
people consuming more than they need
A silent prey goes out to the universe
a tear full of
''Why''
falls from his eye
Mother earth is being abused
full of junk
what have we become
Drowning in glutney
till we can't breathe
A lone wolf cries
''Why''
what will become of our lives..
Categories:
lone, people, earth, universe,
Form:
Light Verse
lone star
glittering in the distance
~ winter sky
AP: 3rd place 2023
Posted on October 14, 2018
Categories:
lone, nature, night, sky, star,
Form:
Haiku
I always thought that I was like my dad.
People tell me that I look like him
So, I just suspected that we were similar.
He doesn’t show much emotion
I don’t show much emotion.
He’s got blue eyes,
I’ve got blue eyes
He only has a select few friends,
I’m picky with my friends.
He’s funny,
I hope I’m funny.
I’m quiet and reserved,
He’s extroverted and sociable
But I’m at my best when I’m with people.
I’m open to people,
He’s super skeptical of people
I give a lot to people,
He gives a lot to those he loves but not really to those he doesn’t know.
I’m afraid to be alone,
He’s pretty much always been on his own.
Maybe we aren’t that much alike after all.
The saying opposites attract is true for him and I
But perhaps it’s the opposite for my mom and I
We don’t really look alike,
But we do the same things,
feel the same emotions,
still mine are on a much deeper level
For example, I could’ve only known a girl for a month
things end and I’m heartbroken.
It doesn’t happen all the time, it’s legit only when I put a lot of time into it.
The same goes for my mom
she gets over things she didn’t put a lot of time and effort into easily
but when something does
and it doesn’t work out
she takes it hard
we might not show on the outside
but on the inside
it’s like we are lone sailors in the middle of hurricane
trying to lock down the hatches
calling for help,
but just wanting to someone to understand us.
Which is funny,
because I’m 5 shoe sizes bigger than her
yet her shoes don’t seem to hurt my toes.
She always wanted a relationship with her older sister,
I’ve always wanted a relationship with a stranger.
We are so much alike that I tend to get annoyed with her
because it’s like talking to a different version of me.
I’m sorry for not recognizing this earlier mom
It turns out I’m just like you,
And I love it.
Categories:
lone, best friend, family, mother
Form:
Free verse