Best Loner Poems

Odd bird stands out among the seaside flocks
Taller, leaner with red stripes round one eye
Squats in the sand, oblivious to mocks

Opens his beak, emitting a...

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He is like a distant aloof star
in this universe we all call our home.
A tiny insignificant star and so estranged,
he is but a flicker among...

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At the footbridge Sue was meeting her beau
(He was married to a woman called Flo)
Sue soon found out his deception
She dismembered his ********
For his love...

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   "A crescent dahlia floats, birthed in decay ~
            midst emerald ferns,
...

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I am not a rain dog
With my tail between my legs
Dying to run home in haste
Away from showers that gradually increase 
And then come pounding...

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I have got no doubt twenty years from now
I’ll transform myself into fragrant air
To write rhymes as you’ll come under the bough
So fondly I’ll raise...

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scrolling 
      trolling

clicking
      tricking

to cheat
      deceit 

snitches
   ...

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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...

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MY AGE

My age is nothing but a number, nothing but a slumber that I can’t wake from, this is what I’ve done. I’ve looked around...

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"The meek and the humble will be elevated to places where the haughty can never ascend even with a ladder. Stay humble in victory and...

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I wake to find the day is gray,
All my hopes are chased away.
I pull the covers over my head,
I just woke from a dream I...

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I was an odd little girl.  At a very early age writing, and seeking out nature.  I
loved to wander libraries and art galleries,...

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A tear trickled down the side of her freckled skin,
Her heart was shouting, deep within,
The beads of sweat lay on her forehead,
As she thought of...

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Oil painting is my passion  
in a perfect setting, I do possess on occasion.

She's instructing the class 
I'm inspired, I'm a lucky lass.

Brushes flow...

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A man of few words, my father taught by example.
The best thing he showed me
was to set my standards high
and to be my own judge...

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