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Abate Loneliness Inside by Asuncion, Bernard F.
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Loneliness by Aguilar Jr., Todd
Loneliness would be so much easier if there was not so many people by QUIGLEY, CHRISTOPHER
Surrounded By Loneliness by lowe, millard
Loneliness by Callus, Paul
loneliness by Wanjohi, Elvis
LONELINESS by Burdon, Judge
Drive Your Loneliness Away by Asuncion, Bernard F.
Cold Rain, Sop My Loneliness by Crisci, Andrew

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Winter Blues - I Cry For Color



I shiver tears.
My joie de vivre;
summer esprit’s lemon zested
lilac flirts and coral whispers have escaped me~
grievous gray now flows through my veins.

I shiver melancholia,
entombed with my winter blues
in the dark dreamless hollow of my frowning igloo.
Draped in decor of dispirited drear
I wear a wistful woebegone fog,
an overcoat of overcast moods
sown of sneering sunless, scentless days.
I weep wall to wall
in the long light-less nights alone with my lonely longings~
my psyche withers
a little more each dull day, I shrivel.

I shiver sadness,
my colorless tears cry out loud for color;
yearning for watermelon sunsets, pink sands
and swirls of marigold kisses,
for rainbows to color my lackluster laughter
and fireworks to celebrate in my mirthless eyes,
for Sol’s warm hands to tenderly undress and caress me
and lay bare my soul straitjacketed by winter blues...



Susan Ashley
January 4, 2018

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~ Second Place ~
Contest: Free Verse: Winter Blues
Sponsor: Laura Loo

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Kiss Loneliness Goodbye written by Tim Smith and Seren

I sit here and ponder the days that have past
The many loves that I had, that just didn’t last.
One really sticks out, wish I had another chance
Treating her so differently, I’d show her romance.

I loved once a man, who just wanted to play
At being romantic .life was just foreplay.
Thought a kiss would be enough for his turtle dove
Not thinking about feelings, whether I wanted love.	

We would start a family, having a baby or two
We’d live on the hillside, with a beautiful view,
We’d grow old together in the home that we build
Giving my life meaning, I’d be so fulfilled.

He now thinks that he wants me, I am the one
to fill up his heart to make me his own.
Promising me a home on a hillside with a view
Yet he hasn’t vowed that he would be true.

I’d hold her and cherish her til the day we depart
I’d profess to her my love and give her my heart
Romantic nights on that hill gazing up at the moon
Our days filled with laughter, frolicking in the lagoon

Sure he now promises me love for ever after
A life of joy, happiness and full of laughter
On that hillside we’d sit, watching the world go by,
A family, two dogs at our feet, kissing loneliness goodbye.

Penned by Tim Smith and Seren

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Endless chorus of tears - Diana Ross tribute

Her life turned upside down, endless chorus of tears,
jilted she hoped he would stop in the name of love.
What was once endless love was now songs full of fears.
Her baby love left her lost like a lonesome dove.

Jilted she hoped he would stop in the name of love,
pleaded you are my everything, remember me.
Her baby love left her lost like a lonesome dove,
suffering from crushed love hangover agony.

Pleaded you are my everything, remember me,
will a time come when you tell me that you love me?.
Suffering from crushed love hangover agony,
cried out it's my turn now to drift into the sea.

Will a time come when you tell me that you love me?.
asked do you know where your going to with my heart?
Cried out it's my turn now to drift into the sea,
hoping for this good morning heartache to depart.

Asked do you know where your going to with my heart?
Who will touch me in the morning so tenderly?
Hoping for this good morning heartache to depart,
wished one shining moment would save her destiny.

Who will touch me in the morning so tenderly?
Told him I'm still waiting and will all of my life.
Wished one shining moment would save her destiny,
but his reflections only caused her further strife.

Told him I'm still waiting and will all of my life,
ain't no mountain high enough for love's surrender,
but his reflections only caused her further strife,
said I'm coming out, tired of being a pretender.

Ain't no mountain high enough for love's surrender.
Chain reaction of truth hurts, increasing the strain.
Said I'm coming out, tired of being a pretender,
she burnt her old piano, to stop bleeding pain.

Chain reaction of truth hurts, increasing the strain.
What was once endless love was now songs full of fears.
She burnt her old piano, to stop bleeding pain.
Her life turned upside down, endless chorus of tears.

Silent One
31 March 2018

Challenged by Mike Gentile to write a pantoum with song titles by Diana Ross.

This is a pantoum uses 21 song titles by Diana Ross. Song titles are listed below and highlighted in bold in the poem.
The poem has 12 syllables and rhymes, which are not pantoum requirements, but increases the challenge.

Ain't no mountain high enough
Endless love
Baby love
stop in the name of love
I'm still waiting
Do you know where you're going to
I'm coming out
Touch me in the morning
My old piano
It's my turn
When you tell me that you love me
good morning heartache
chain reaction
reflections
remember me
surrender
all of my life
you are everything
love hangover
upside down
one shining moment

The pantoum consists of a series of quatrains rhyming ABAB in which the second and fourth lines of a quatrain recur as the first and third lines in the succeeding quatrain; each quatrain introduces a new second rhyme as BCBC, CDCD. The first line of the series recurs as the last line of the closing quatrain, and third line of the poem recurs as the second line of the closing quatrain, rhyming ZAZA

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The Perfect Friend

The Perfect Friend ©

Today I found a friend 
Who knew everything I felt
She knew my weakness
And the problems I’ve been dealt.
She understood my wonders
And listened to my dreams, 
She listened to how I felt about life and love
And knew what it all means.
Not once did she interrupt me
Or tell me I was wrong
She understood what I was going through
And promised she'd stay long.
I reached out to this friend, 
To show her that I care
To pull her close and let her know
How much I need her there.
I went to hold her hand 
To pull her a bit nearer
And I realized this perfect friend I found
Was nothing but a mirror

Written by Shannen Wrass
Copyright © 1995 Shannen Wrass. All Rights Reserved

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Images of feathers

"Once upon a midnight Poe"

Underneath the midnight mask, I remove the makeup at last,
The moon is anvil to my mood, mooring along the vacant vast 
I lay the Gin and Tonic by the bedside asking for more,
I hear a noise, a lost voice, the echoes of no rejoice,
I couldn't brush the light coming from the cracks under the door
I gave it some thought, 
My eyes twinkle, towards the tinsel tiles on the floor
Seemingly the light seemed to be deeming distance of resistance
Curiosity came in crawling and caressing 
To sense and taste of sinful skin 
Everything then grew thinner than thin
On the spur of the moment, I hear a whisper, my love is near
"Darkness there, and nothing more."

A nerve impulse hits the wall if nothing nary, nevertheless 
I sadistically, stagger a sullen movement, even so
In this moment, Edgar Whispered, "nothing more."
Many nights, I dram of demonic demons, demanding answers for
A sad --sadder voice, sits and whines, with the wind
"Merely this and nothing more!"
A notary, nauseate moment, sea sick, shipwreck sensation
Secular suicide spreading like gossip, sailing through my veins
Evilly and twisted, "This it is and nothing more" - that remains

Tweaking and repeating, the speeding of needing
My drugs of pain and passion, to end the delusion
Of the self-inflicted - bruising from the voices of my choices
I hear the whisper, a selfish whisper, asking for Lenore
How many nights, he comes into my room, dress like A Raven
Painted and tainted like the midnight dreary
Reciting the excitement like The Bells, of Annabel, in a rush
Never, never, nameless here forevermore, in my dreams
Under my evil doing skin, like the sum of sin is how it seems

On the nights, my soul mate does not appear, 
The anchor drowns and torments me with tears
I travel up in fear, of the fear, when my ghost is not near
Rattling and trembling, by the bedside, 
On the grim side of the mental moon, when in gloom
I scrape up my room, screaming to the bleeding, 
From my heart, who needs a killing, 
From a feeding and the feeling of letting Poe, go!

By: PD
Inspired by The Raven

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Lonely Dreams

I never knew following dreams could be this lonely,
But up on the hill, looking back, thank God I'm not the old me.
If the tears will fall, let them be;
I believe this is God's plan, follow your dreams.

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The Cemetery Was

The cemetery was
Before my very eyes, stillness
Autumn leaves a blanket on the dead

The cemetery was
There, as it always was there
From childhood till now

The cemetery was
For me, my escape, comfort and refuge
Among the strangers and the dead

The cemetery was
My pathway to the heavens
The gateway to my dreams

The cemetery was
Until that one fateful day
My sanctuary

The bullet wasn’t even meant for you my love
You are dead none the less, beneath me
I, who weeps at your grave, lifeless too

Now the cemetery is my hell
Tormented by what ifs
I breathe the autumn frost only

That one day
Our daughter will become
You

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4 in the Morning

At 3am you become your own philosopher, categorizing
the different genres of humans and wondering
if you fall even remotely close to anyone on the spectrum.
You debate with yourself the meaning of life, again,
and then regret everything you accomplished the previous day.

5am, that’s the breaking point.
The sun climbs out of bed, and chases away 
the comforting lure of night and all dreams of slumber. 
The damned birds start peeping and you curse and sigh, 
watching the room change colours 
until you must get up to join the others.

But 4am, it’s the gaping time of day 
that even the insomniacs deny.
As if night took a deep breath and forgot to exhale,
the silence is quieter, the darkness more pure.
You hide under covers and stare into emptiness
trying to make something of black space
but your mind remains impossibly blank.

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I Do Not Exist

I have been erased
no face
no name
Silence invades

I speak yet have no voice
no soul
no heart
Darkness I embrace

Invisible to the mirror
Into society I peer
no one sees
what does not exist

Asleep or awake
there is no existence to partake
Possessions collecting dust
While what does not exist rusts

Who am I, that never existed
That bleeds but never lived
Murdered by love
no matter

I do not exist

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Thank you


Thank you

“And if the sun refused to shine”

Music finds my sleep and calls
from a bedside table,
slits of light through the slatted blinds
create mini horizons on the wall
Time has caught me once again
as Led Zeppelin reminds me

“I would still be loving you”

For the morning throws me back to reality,
the longing in my heart which faded
beneath the moon has returned
to view this bed of only one figure,
reaching out for what was

“When mountains crumble to the sea”

Finding the rocky coastline depicts the feeling
in my heart, as I stumble
Tear filled eyes a constant,
empty arms waving freely in the air
to the haunting rhythm
of a plastic clock radio

“There will still be you and me”

If only music were truth, and truth was a melody,
easily sung regardless of tempo or flow
Key changes finding a bridge
of lonely footprints that take me to your memory,
remembering the good, remembering the days,
and forcing a smile, for each day I whisper

“Thank you”




The italicized lines are from the Led Zeppelin song “Thank You” which inspired this piece  

11/14/16

For “The Poet’s Ear” poetry contest
Sponsored by: Greg Barden

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Kiss of the Winter Moon

Darkness soothes tender wounds
daylight's laughter inflamed
benumbing words sharply felt
fiery as rays of the sun
 
An open winter window
frames a pale frail face
Her sobbing shivers
			shed cold tears
as snowflakes 
		fluttered
				from her eyes


Uncomely scars forgotten
beneath winters white veil of lace
disguising shadows
			hide her fears		
as starlight
		adores what 
			daylight denies
			
Moonlight caresses her secret space   		
her aching heart longing to be loved
Shy Winter moon
		silently yearning
				to kiss her face


to kiss a face

			
			laughed at

				
					by the sun




This piece is about a young girl who was daily mocked and laughed at because of her facial scars.

geo.v 1989 
Song Title "Frozen Tears" by geo.v Recorded Jan.2018
Soundtrack for Kiss Of The Winter Moon

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A Wind that Blows Loneliness

The wind blows softly over the lonely,
Many suffering, think of them only.
A world of chaos, racism and turmoil,
Utmost egomania spoil our toil.

An old man groans, no decent place to live,
Are there relatives? No comfort to give?
Blow softly oh lonely wind, they care not,
They are comfortable, and all forgot.

Somewhere a child is crying his heart out,
Can anyone guess what it's all about. 
Is the child hungry, lost, or cast aside?
Much abused, ill-treated, or love denied?

There are millions of cries heard on the wind,
Alas no one bothers: most are unkind.

11 December 2017

Poem of the week 11 December 2017

Placed 4

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Soul Speak

Allay ...

Allay, my heart ...
Pray, hush your cadence ...
For the sacred sake of unsated thirst
Beg thy thrums to be not now abounding.

Each dream comes haunting, dusted in dusk
Every sentimental pluck of your syrupy strings
Beckons her back to my yearnings, interminable
Every wistful pang is strummed by her affect on me.

This place, dipped in the dripping mist of morning
Echoes things quite beyond my words ... of her
'Tis no forte for flowery phrase can capture it
No poetic capacity worthy of its description.

It pulls and mills my spirit like the ebb of the briny blue
But to its most dark, stinging, brumal depths.
She was such a visceral part of my fibre ...
From the quintessence of deep, dreaming slumber

To the first nascent meandering of each wish-flavored morning
(Her sublime taste still seasoning my mouth ... and my mentalities).
From the uncommon commonplace of teatime sun in her tresses
To the chipped-edge porcelain puddles of the mocking moon

Cackling at my fevered foolishness for its glint in her eyes
Or for her skin, when she'd dip her toes in pale pools of twilight.
My core breathed her like youth breathes rebellion
And the cells of her press on my emotions, infused my blood

Coursing like the fire of a drug through my arteries.
Never ... ne'er did I touch her
But to write secret stories on her skin
Fingertips spelling out sexy words in cursive

Or focusing the intent of my heart to a simple caress -
A brush of her shoulder, a graze of her cheek
A stroke to put her hair behind her ear
A pillow-deep hug - full of warmth and security

A gentle pat of her knee
Or a grasp of her hand ... like heaven!
Each space corresponding with mine, like perfect dovetail.
This place, to some, is just that - a place

But it was OUR place, you see, and it sighs of US
Deeply, forlornly, achingly ...
The wash of the waves is but the whisper of her name
The salt-sea fresh air aromas are her perfume

The feel of the cool sand under each footstep
Is but a soft memory of the tender, tousled passion we shared
And this dark, misty day
Is the remnant of my heart ...

The melancholy that drips from my spirit to the well of days gone.
I shall not come here again, though I love it so ...
Oh, how I adore this place and all it means
But if I ever return, it will claim me ...

It will swallow me as time has swallowed her
It will transform me to this damp, dour, graying mist
And I'll be lost to the wind and the dark
Just as surely as she is lost ...

To me.

~ 1st Place ~ in the "Best Free Verse Poem October thru December 2017" Poetry Contest, John Hamilton, Sponsor.

* Written October 5, 2017, and submitted November 11, 2017, for the "Choose A Topic" Poetry Contest, Russell Sivey, Sponsor, (not yet judged). My topic is "Heartbreak and Loss". *

~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Broken-Hearted Poems" Poetry Contest, Broken Wings, Sponsor.

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Precision with Double Rhyme Sonnet

The Double Rhyme Sonnet is a sonnet that rhymes not only the end of the lines but also the front part (metrically)! Of course, I would be looking for imagery, good grammar, meter, etc.; however, the most important criterion is that it be written precisely with both end rhyme AND front line rhyme using the standard English sonnet rhyme pattern of ABAB CDCD EFEF GG and of course, using Iambic Pentameter; therefore, the rhyme on the front is on the stressed syllable (the second one) and NOT on the first syllable.

(My entry: A Double Rhymed Sonnet)

The starkness of my world now that he’s gone
pervades in all I see and hear and feel,
but darkness swallows all until the dawn
invades.  Then what I’ve lost is made more real!
I yearn for Moon’s return - her tender light
to keep me soothed, for sunshine is my bane.
I burn with thoughts of him.  I need, each night,
to sleep away my longings and the pain.
He left, and now he’s far away from me
across the globe.  Oh, how I love him so!
Bereft am I, but he perhaps feels free!
My loss means where he is tonight shall glow
sweet Moon, caressing him - as once did I,
and soon, I’ll face the glare from morning’s sky!

For the "Enter Your Own Competition" Contest of  Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer

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God Knows Where I am-'Lost In Phantom Night'

Walking corridors of derailed delusions
I welcome my created confined confusions
For I am lost in phantom night...

I dance with demons deploying death
Desirous destruction of my life’s last breath
Consciously cocooned manic moonlight...

A bipolar bliss within tangled time
Waiting for a savior of an angels chime
For I am lost in phantom night...

Secluded silences in a whirlpool of winter
My starving soul soaked in a lachrymal linger
Tormented tears taking fatalistic flight...

Only God knows where I am
Devoured by lions this gentle lamb
Farewell to this nefarious night...




June.07.2017
God Knows Where I Am - Contest
Sponsored by: craig cornish

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The Vagabond

The deep delved path winds in the wood,
chasing with ghost-breaths and leafy hoods,
arbor-brawn the winnowed path crooks along;
whispering with what future song?

To ill desire and inches from hope,
plodding the cool of Earth alone?

...and the road behind pretends to love,
waltzing with garland worlds,
old friends long time not heard ---
gray and forsaken on the projector wall,
how wan this dying rose!
and pallid the day which broods...
Old Lucifer playing his lute at every high road;

Life had once played a tune more fair;
and soft the notes in the morning air,
with wife and child ---
the world had watched without despair,
a man to be called a man,
with land and two strong hands
to till the new earth-wares;

But his monsters had come 
and bid him to stare too long into the glitter of gold,
and the gusting crooks in the road...
alone, forsaken...
a mere shadow of a man;

Though they called him king,
(he cried alone)

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Silent Page

Winter Blues - I Cry For Color

Windswept Heart

Loneliness

In The Flesh

Kiss Loneliness Goodbye written by Tim Smith and Seren

SHADES OF MY GLOOM

Seeds of Wisdom

Living Hell

In Woes And Throes Of Sorrow

Like A Tree In The Desert

Endless chorus of tears - Diana Ross tribute

The Perfect Friend

Images of feathers

Lonely Dreams

The Cemetery Was

4 in the Morning

I Do Not Exist

Thank you

Kiss of the Winter Moon

A Wind that Blows Loneliness

Soul Speak

Precision with Double Rhyme Sonnet

God Knows Where I am-'Lost In Phantom Night'

The Vagabond