Best Lonesome Poems

For where is the love that I seek,
My soul searches deeper still…
Hearts hibernating in mystique,
I surrender to its wavering will…

Looking up to sapphire skies,
May it rain pearls of passion…
Tears that fall from elusive eyes,
Are saved as reminiscent ration…

May I find your love in galaxies gold,
Your...

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In the darkness of the night, 
with the beautiful stars above.
There's a lonesome Whippoorwill. 
Calling out for his Dear love.

Crooning songs he sadly sings.
Wishing she comes back to him.

Memories of her by his side.
Pained his heart way deep inside.

Each night he wonders why?
She doesn't answer...

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I was by a cozy little brook
Where the lonesome poets lay
As I gazed into every nook
For the thoughts there on display

Looking into the water
My eyes began to see a shine
Wondering how many glances it took
For me to see something so sublime

Twas a reflection of a...

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Lonesome on the beat and path;
I am lonesome on the Beat way.
On the Road with Jack Kerouac 
and having a lunch naked with William S. Burroughs,
while listing to Allen Ginsberg
telling us how he saw the minds of his generation
go with madness.

The red heads and the...

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Sometimes I just want to give a war cry to the sky
Disappear and leave all this behind
When feeling down and suppressed,
I just want to run until I'm out of breathe
This thing lives inside of me
It claws from within until I begin to bleed
A lost soul...

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There is an awe in the soul 
When travelling across the desert’s night.
Silence except for the rhythmic roll,
Signs that light and go dark with the flight.

Stars brilliant, saucer-sized 
Against the darkest blue,
Still apprehension in the loneliness
Of desert’s nightly hue.

Saguaro cacti’s moon-lit silhouettes
As sentries standing guard,
A...

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I know I am a man
and I fnacy young women here and there,
but I have a big heart,
and I care for wasted things.

Today I had seen a lonesome dress,
hanging on a green wire,
asserted by two clothes pines.
I sat there for an hour looking, and studying...

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POTD 24TH April 2025


In acknowledgement to Michael Tor for the invitation to collaborate and create a music video on this heart rendering ballad of the Lonesome Whippoorwill. Thank you for the opportunity Michael, it was indeed an honor. This is a shortened version to fit...

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I
tread a
lonesome path,
as heartache beats
in haunting echoes,
searching for solitude.
As the world retreats from view,
sorrows increase when you're unseen.
I've become a ghost on distant shores.
Moonlight my last trusted confidant,
stars a mentor on silent nights.
I hear wayward winds whisper,
unspoken soothing rhythms,
but vibes feel barren,
bare and broken.
A sole...

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Oh, venerable mask on high!
You have replaced, my God, so do come nigh.

Of hand-sanitizers do I religiously sing.
No church, no God, I adore social distancing!

I will make wrong, all who wear no mask!
Label them as idiots or freaks ~is my latest task.

The government is my...

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He was a lonesome cowboy, with boots of fine-tooled hide,
His quarter horse a stallion, his trusty faithful ride,
Each evening when the sunset and the doggies settled down,
He made a pot of coffee and laid his poor head down

He'd think about the morning, the cattle drive...

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Young girls screaming and yelling
                                        ...

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I'm tired of fishing for truth, 
and catching only, 
Worm eaten boots 
And plastic flim-flam,
of egotistical minds, 
This river is polluted! 
With a million fallen dreams,
 And spineless fish, 
That cannot see, 
So I raise a glass 
To the strangers. 
To the outsiders. 
Who swim...

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Just two lonesome doves lost in a field full of grain
if one flies one way the other will be lost in the wind
oh, but how those doves wanted to be free but were so scared 
holding onto each other until the bitter end

Just a little...

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Bare Faced Cheek
I’m a night wanderer of streets
Once was picked up by the police
Thinking I was a sneaky thief
The truth is that I just don’t sleep 
I pleaded down upon my knee
Eventually was set free.

They could not put me in a cell
Because I'd said that...

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