Best Lonelier Poems
i remember all of our first times
all of our poems
i've always been safer in air
yet you kept me afloat in rushing tides
but
without your beautiful silhouette
eyes see sadness in indigo weeping waves
the whole ocean seems empty to me
unable to stroke like a butterfly
i'm drowning in ripples of loneliness
wondering if that was the last
time I would gaze into your brown eyes
i was lost in your arms now i'm annoyed at being found
labyrinth of lament is a boat trapped in a glass bottle
love is an analogy of two hearts
fate a game of chance without luck
was it the last time
i would roam in your flower garden
feel heartbeats from your chest
rest upon the softness of your breasts
aroma of your sensual skin still caresses my fingertips
as your memories comfort like a winter scarf
if only it was your lips on my coffee cup
your kiss to soothe the bitterness
yet i'm lonelier than the summer moon
burning away like a fading star
ageing in the transgression of time
grey strands overcoming my appearance
was that the last time
i would wipe your tears
hold you passionately in my arms
you rise with the music of dawn
whilst i sink in the smoky silent haze of dusk
so i sit upon distant shivery shores
whilst moonlight glimmers upon your turquoise sea
your memories seem more melancholic in the rain
everything seems colder in the confusion of absence
wondering if this will be the last time
i answer you calling my name
hear you tell me you hate me -
then remind me you love me
then portray it in poetry
what if this was the last poem
last time we get to say goodbye
Categories:
lonelier, angst, love, love hurts,
Form:
Free verse
Persian Haiku 3
Persian Haiku 3
Two wings are enough!
To go further than too far,
What about this cage?
God is everywhere.
There are too many crimes here,
Where the hell are you?
My soul is dusty.
My body is too rusty.
Maybe I'm buried.
You heard me crying.
You wanted to heal my wound.
My heart was bleeding.
I am a bandit.
I wanted to steal your heart.
Somebody stole mine.
What is happening?
Lizards were dinosaurs!
Hope for a flower.
Where are we going?
Destination is unknown.
Let’s make a U-turn.
Who is lonelier?
An eagle or a vulture
When there is no food.
I don't plant flowers.
Flowers don't have devotion.
They leave soon after.
Let me go away.
Like a mountain, majestic.
The further we are.
I'm reading Winter.
I’m done with summer and fall.
What happened to spring?
We are both crying,
Sad and gloomy, sky and I.
Our eyes are so wet.
5/4/18 Haloo
Categories:
lonelier, allegory, confusion, emotions, imagination,
Form:
Haiku
As I am growing older and life becoming lonelier,
The past beckons, and though I had almost tossed it out,
The idea of going back to my native land and my people
Now grows in me as an urgency with no trace of doubt.
I shall go, my soul flying faster than my supple limbs
To perch on my native land that I left long time ago
To see the changes, these intervening years have brought
And to revive the glorious past that in me still aglow
To listen again to the melodious tunes, half forgotten
To laugh and talk with my one- time bosom friends
To enjoy a life lighter and less demanding
Free of all finesse, rid of all stilted and crazy trends
I shall visit each of my lovesome former haunts
The parish church and my parents' forlorn graves
I shall go to the village school which I loved the best
That still resurrects in me memories, waves on waves
I shall go wandering through the country roads
Listen to birds' shrill calls, lovely and clear
Watch the smile rekindling old familiar faces
And enjoy the sweet rustic air, dust free and pure
I want to watch the Gulmohar in opulent bloom
Feel the scent of jasmines opening at night
Walk through the paddy fields stretching endless
Enjoy all the rural scenes that greatly delight
Climb the small hill where gooseberries grow
Wind down my way to my friends’ quarters
And travel farther to the river side with my pals
To have a dip in the river's cool and clear waters
Oh, I shall be away from the roaring crowd for ever
And relish the peace and quiet, free of all grinding chores
Cling to life's commonplace things and charms
Find my own footing there, never to be back to alien shores!
Categories:
lonelier, desire, loneliness, missing,
Form:
Rhyme
Has she been sleep walking all her life?
Or has her frustrated volition taken the upper hand
And determined what she should remember
Or what she should best forget?
What was their life like, when as children
They loved to race each other in muddy fields,
Leaving their footprints in the wet clay?
There, his strides were deeper than hers
For he was stout, and she was thin.
But as time passed the length of each heavy step got shorter,
Their days grew lonelier and lonelier.
Until in the muddy field there was but one set of strides.
Then the rains came
And wiped all footprints from the field of mud.
30 April 2021
Placed 2
Categories:
lonelier, death, friendship, life,
Form:
Free verse
Jack was sitting poker faced
With bullets backed by bitches.
Neal hunched at the wheel
Puttin everyone in stitches.
He was braggin 'bout
This nurse he'd screwed,
While drivin through Nebraska.
Said that when she came,
She honked the horn,
And Neal just barely
Missed a truck
And then he asked her
If she'd like to cum like that
All the way to CalifornY?
See a redhead in a uniform
Will always make you horny.
With her hair net and her white
Shoes and a name tag and a hat,
She drove like Andy Granatelli
And knew how to fix a flat!
And Jack was at the bottom
Of his second 2020.
Neal was yellin out the window
Tryin to buy some beannies
From a Lincoln, full of Mexicans
Whose left rear tire blew
And the son's of bitches
Prit near ran us off the road!
Well the nurse had
Spilled the Manischewitz
All up and down her dress,
Then she lit the map on fire
And Neal just had to guess.
Should we try to find
A bootleg route
Or a fillin station open?
The nurse was dumping
Out her purse looking for a kiss.
Jack was out of cigarettes,
When we crossed the yellow line.
The gas pumps looked
Like tombstones from then on.
It felt lonelier than a parking lot
When the last car pulls away.
And the moonlight dressed
The double breasted foot hills
In the mirror, weaving out
A negligee and black brassiere.
The mercury was running hot
And we were almost out a gas,
Just then Florence Nightingale
Dropped her draws and stuck
Her fat ass out the window
To a Wilson Picket tune
And she shouted "get a load of this! "
And give the finger to the moon.
Counting one eyed jacks
And whistlin Dixie in the car,
Neal was doin least a hundred
When we saw a shootin star.
Florence wished that Neal
Would hold her 'stead of chewin his cigar.
Jack was noddin out and dreamin
That he was in a bar,
With Charlie Parker on the bandstand
And not a worry in the world,
And a glass of beer in one hand
And his arm around a girl.
And Neal was singin to the nurse
Underneath a Harken moon
And somehow you could tell
We'd be in CalifornY pretty soon.
Categories:
lonelier, america, time, travel,
Form:
Free verse
How innocent can we begin?
How icy cold can we get?
Thousands of miles away
Yet my story remained static
As I lit a fire up in the night
I set fire to my foes
A true monster hunter
With a heavy load to bear
And as we fell deeper into despair
And grew stronger as a team
I reached out for a sign
That never came to be
I left my teenage years behind me
And emerged lonelier than I'd ever been
The world began to slow
And the end loomed near
The guillotine fell
And severed all we believed in
I gripped onto the idea of hope
Though the rope sliced into my hand
The world slowed down
As I watched my past repeat
You flew across the country
As disease claimed my friend
The summer sun shone eternal
As we embraced the time we had
Cool waves against warm air
As we burnt ourselves against each other
I took my first steps in a strange land
The nights were lonelier than ever before
The days passed completely alone
And I found solace in an old habit
Summer's last onslaught of heat
Drenched my clothes as I carved my path
A sea of wyverns cast its waves upon my shore
And I let my socks get soaked
I severed my past for a new future
I'd truly thought it was correct
I lost out to lust one last time
Before I let the reaper make his call
As regret washed over my sands
I chose to fight the best I could
But the world of autumn colors before me
Fell victim to complete gray in time
I'm spiraling through turbulent winds
And stealing each moment I can in the candlelight
I'm clamoring to rebuild what I destroyed
In the hopes that an answer will become clear
Categories:
lonelier, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
Is that what i feel when i am in company and still feel left out?
Is that when someone i loved walked out of my life?
Is it when my best friend and i fought and our friendship was quits?
i am still alone and searching for an inner meaning to loneliness
and the more i search i realise the lonelier i am
Categories:
lonelier, miss you,
Form:
Free verse
Sunsets aren't quite as bright;
And the flowers are all dying.
Miss you, tall, handsome knight,
As autumn leaves are flying.
Searing summer now a memory-
Soon we'll be together again!
Hope you often think of me.
I know you're not too vain.
Didn't we dance golden days and nights away?
Didn't we kiss under the moon?
But sunny skies have now paled to gray.
Summer left too soon!
Seems I loved you forever.
You are my every pastel sunrise.
Said you'd love me always, whatever.
You are my heart's surprise.
As sweet summer begins to fade,
I must have grown lonelier, it seems,
But for the lovely plans we made,
In the days of dreams.
Categories:
lonelier, autumn, dream, longing, love,
Form:
Rhyme
I sail unaware
into
the ocean currents
of her life:
and
smitten, I
desire to ride
them with her.
Somewhere
along
the ocean
ways, a
seed of love
plants itself in
the soil
of my heart
and takes root
and grows—
only to perish
like
an embryo of
hope
that's aborting itself:
though I love
her still,
she cuts
and lacerates my heart
like a careless
knife.
In spite of
this cruelty and myself,
I look
for encouragement
in her stare.
And
at the outlines
of her
magnificent
form
I marvel:
she is
indeed
a Helen of Troy,
a Venus—
on
whose
loveliness I
so richly gorge!
But never was
a lonelier
man
more wretched
than I
am,
as she cannot
return
my
affections
with equal measure
of feeling
or passion.
I would be gladder
had she been unwedded
to another,
and could more
easily be
within my desirous
and jealous
orbit!
In time, I
never
see her
again;
and love,
or the similitude
of It—
like
some aborted
fetus—
flushes down the
toilet
and dies
with her parting
as well...
Categories:
lonelier, angst, beauty, devotion, farewell,
Form:
Free verse
I have written you countless poems all on EMBROIDERED napkins, by cascading
Moonlight at this lonely hour (unmailed).I have sifted through an assortment of mail
Hungrily tearing at envelope after envelope wanting your distant reply.
This is the ninety-ninth LETTER I've written you to be exact. Why haven't you
Written me back. Don't give me EXCUSES, only facts. This obsession has become
A question with no actual answers.
Tell me, why this festers in me GROWING as a cancer. I see you
Maybe you think this is intriguing, cool or are YOU being PLAYFUL and ALL THE WHILE
Leaving you still so HANDSOME. Please tell me you're holding your self on
Some EXOTIC island for RANSOM.
YOU must KNOW by now I AM frantically frustrated. You're able to read it in my face
In that photograph I sent along with that last LETTER of factual dismay. I hung
Your coat up YESTERDAY enveloping MYSELF inside.
Haven't seen you in 3 YEARS and 5 months now. It gets lonelier every moment
I think I pass you along the crowded BOULEVARD. I turn and see a stranger...
The MOMENT fades just as silent whispers on SUMMER OCEAN waves.
Tell me where to search. How many tears SHOULD I shed. How loud should I
Scream. How low must I hang my HEAD. Mournfully I calculate the minutes that
Have passed since the last time I tasted your tender RASPBERRY kisses. How
Many more days must I continue COUNTING imaginary BLISSES. I WONDER
What tales will you unravel once you return home. This will be my last LETTER for
Fear of the same reprehensible shame. I have been overexposed to missing you
I should say good bye then. I have exhausted all of my memories. now my obsessed HEART has become my enemy. This lonely party has dragged on much to long
Somber song, somber song, somber song.
FOREVER two hearts
Always two LOVERS entwined
Categories:
lonelier, conflict, cry, dark, poems,
Form:
Prose
I probably am the only one in the Big Apple to admit,
" The bigger the city, the lonelier one feels! "
Skyscrapers are modern monuments built against a foggy sky;
many feel lonely and bored in them, and the irony is that to rent
or buy luxurious suites is prohibitive to people who struggle
to survive, only a Trump or a Gates can afford them! Is their affluenza
effecting you? Be real: you can't have any of them, unless you hold
that lucky Lotto or Mega ticket! My advice is to keep on living
as usual and let dreams of wealth glide you by as puppet balloons
in a Thanksgiving Parade! Go to Central Park and take a stroll,
or try ice-skating...it's fun! There are a thousands of things
to do in Manhattan! Go to see a Broadway Musical or have dinner
at The Tavern On the Green with friends who are as bored as you!
No! Don't sit on that sofa and watch movies on demand!
Yes, be good to yourself....get out and enjoy life! Laugh! Run! Scream!
Do anything and everything! Have the audacity to challenge and win!
Let everyone know that are alive regardless of your social status:
money can offer lots of expensive things most of us
can't even imagine in a million of years! Search for
the simpler things that are more fun and cost almost nothing!
Entered in Julia Ward's contest,
" Bored in Manhattan "
Written on 12/ 28/ 2015
Categories:
lonelier, adventure, blue, cheer up,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
I probably am the first one to say,
" The bigger the city, the lonelier one feels! "
Skyscrapers are modern monuments
that we build against a foggy sky;
many feel lonely and bored in them,
and the irony is that to rent or buy suites
is prohibitive to people who struggle to survive:
only a Trump or a Gates can afford them!
Is their affluenza driving you mad?
Be real: you can't have any of them,
unless you hold that lucky Lotto or Mega ticket!
My suggestion is keep on living as usual,
let dreams of wealth glide you by as puppet balloons
in a Thanksgiving Parade: go to Central Park
and take a stroll or try ice-skating...it's fun!
There are thousands of things to do in Manhattan:
go see a Broadway Musical or spend
an hour or two in a café or music bar
with friends who seem as bored as you are! No!
don't sit on that sofa and watch movies
on demand for hours! It's so boring!
Yee, be good to yourself....get out and enjoy life!
Laugh! Scream! Jump! Run! Smile!
Do anything and everything! Own happiness!
Let everyone know that are alive
regardless of your social status:
money can offer lots of expensive things
most of us can't even imagine...
instead search for the simpler things that
are more fun and cost almost nothing!
Categories:
lonelier, cheer up, city, emotions,
Form:
Free verse
"A house divided against itself cannot stand."
Abraham Lincoln
Lincoln spoke of the division within a country, but his words also ring true
when an invisible barrier separates a husband and wife.
You sit in your arm chair, remote in hand. Remote...that's what you've become.
I have this spacious couch to myself, but I won't ask you to sit with me because
I'm afraid of what your answer might be.
TOGETHER
We used to snuggle...We used to take walks...
We used to laugh... We used to go to bed...
I feel lonelier with you then I did before we were married.
You're here physically, but emotionally, where did you go?
When did we drift away from each other...
Why are we more like sister and brother...
Have you given your heart to another...
You used to leave me sweet little love notes.
I used to make you smile with root beer floats.
We laughed till we cried at our anecdotes.
There's a rift between us - breaking my heart.
A dividing line that I cannot thwart.
We share the same house, yet we are apart.
Love cannot survive in complacency.
It's time I face the harsh reality.
Tell me, honestly, do you still love me?
It would be very hard to say goodbye.
But it's better than living in a lie.
Nothing else could ever cause me to cry.
I have nothing left to say that's clever.
Sad to think we will have no forever.
Nothin' left for a love that's been severed.
Categories:
lonelier, feelings, sad love,
Form:
Haibun
Putting on my rings
my hand reached past the one
I was looking for to the ones
Pillowed softly in the back
I gently touched them
Then without emotion take them out
And slipped them on my finger
Memories went through my mind
Like a silent movie
The delight I had when you gave them to me
How hard I tried to think of every reason
to use my hands and show them off
The way I would twist them when I was nervous
The white band they made with a summer tan
And the day I took them off
I promised you forever
but I stole my promise back
somewhere in all those years
of pretending to be happy
My heart rusted from neglect
I determined that a person that enjoys his own misery
Learns to resent rainbows
Lonelier with you than I ever was alone
I selfishly chose my own happiness
and finally I have given up the guilt of
not being able to 'fix' it
What do you do with old wedding rings
Are they demoted to whatever monetary value
They may have
Are they tucked forever away
with the baby teeth and first shoes
Does the preciousness of the love they once
Symbolized have any value
Without emotion I pillowed them back into
The softness and closed the box
Possibly you broke some promises too
Categories:
lonelier, lost love, love
Form:
Free verse
"Two Flowers"
by :Sarrah Blaylock
i was walking along a sunny path one bright and summer morn ,when two flowers i did stop to adore
they were small flowers but healthy none the less ,i came in the morning when they looked their best
i came back everyday to watch those flowers grow none understood why i would do so, but in my company those flowers grew as if of my presence they rightly knew
but one dark and gloomy day i came to the grass where i would lay and in the grass on that day i saw one of the flowers had gone away , the once bright and happy flower on the right was now dark and lacking life
she missed her once best friend she thought he'd be there till the end
the next day i came back hoping the flowers smile had come back but to my dismay i discovered the flower hadn't wanted to stay
she felt she couldn't go on now both the flowers are forever gone
gone away leaving me with a good bye i still wanted to say , one stolen by the sharp knife of a short life ,one taken by their own strife and the world's lack of compassion
now that path is lonelier than any mind can fashion because back ago not very long both of those flowers became forever gone
Categories:
lonelier, death of a friend,
Form:
Rhyme