Best Lonley Poems
Oh my cold & lonley night
When will dawn comes with light?
I still have hope..
when I see the moon,
despite all the darkness,
still looks bright
I still have hope
to see different colors
out of that scale of black & white
I still have hope
that one day will come,
these bonds between us
will be much more tight
and I still have hope
when I meet you then,
you will tell me that,
you now know,
I was always right
Oh my cold & lonley night
When will dawn comes with light?
The day is dying
The half-moon is faltering
In its nocturnal crawl
Across the gloomy sky
As the sleepy village goes to bed
Under the inky dark African sky
Stragglers are home-bound with trepidation
From another day of disillusionment
Lonely drunks lost in alcoholic world
Stagger home on the sandy paths
Boastful about feats known only to them
As the alcohol ebbed with their fading dreams
In the barricaded walls of wealthy mansions
Glittering outwardly and lit by obscene chandeliers
Lay looters and scoundrels of our commonwealth
Wide-awake scared stiff of night marauders they have created
As the gulf between the leaders and the led continues to widen
The day of reckoning has come for African predator overlords
Like Macbeth they have murdered sleep
They shall sleep no more
On a table
where I sit and thinking of everything
rolls black balls
they seem to be running on a string
but it is only a lonely ant
who is looking for sugar in my coffee cup.
Looking out of the front room window, sleet falls on glass, it’s white then turns to water, how I miss the soft pat of snow,
There’s an old clock on the mantle piece, next to faded pictures, pictures of faded people that once were my friends,
Brown sepia images recalling times so long ago, those times etched into a world that once was my time, now long gone,
Holding on to the wing of an old armchair to balance I look at red flowered wallpaper, yellowed net curtains.
Sleet turned to snow and the pat on the window was how it should be, outside snow fell, like apple blossom,
Grass began to turn white, people rushed by umbrella’s held low protecting faces, it made me feel good, happy,
Why happy? Could it be an excuse for my loneliness, nobody ever comes round I can pretend it’s the snowfall,
So again I look out the window and pray for heavy snow, so my pretence can last for a few days, maybe longer.
Sitting down staring at the wallpaper patterns merge into scenes, scenes like holding hands for the first time,
Scenes of laughing friends, faces in bright sunlight framed with pie dish haircuts, always a joker in the group,
Dipping feet in clear running water on warm days, watching for fish, hoping to see one bigger than a tiddler,
It’s funny, who would have thought that an insignificant moment would last for so many years, a whole lifetime.
There were times years ago when peace and quiet was a blessing, but now, days and days go by, no one to talk to,
Younger people think the elderly are nostalgic, always living in the past, but it’s not the past they miss, it’s companionship,
As the snow pats on my window, I’m throwing snowballs at friends, having imaginary conversations of when I had some value,
And the scenes on my wallpaper are all I’ve got left, so once again I ride my bike with long gone friends playing in golden days.
am i too hard on myself?
who is to say, no person
has lived my day.
mind shallow, tired, weak
only enough brain cells for self critique
the reflection is hazy
who is she?
think quickly, look down, shadow ahead is only me
passing windows with blared glass
bad image projected OH! please just pass
up ahead, the presence of people AH! at last
tainted thoughts have just passed.
A Rose in The Snow.
.
Deep within a forest blanketed by snow
A place yet unknown
And no one ventures or goes
Grows and clings on to life
The once most beautiful fragrant delicate rose
So sweet its heart
But fragile its petals and folds
Stretches to the sun
Stung by a bee
Overshadowed by towering thickets of trees
.
Without love or tender care
The rose never fully flourished
Bedraggled pitifully
Neglected and undernourished
.
Gradually it withers away
Its petals fall to the snow
And a gust blows it astray
Never to see
Another day
.
What makes this rose so precious and special
Is because it is rare
And with so much love
And affection to share
The last rose to ever grow.
Now nothing
Buried in snow.
.
Peter Dome©2020.
Beauty beckons to the sea
Please set my Lover free
Once he sailed to her land
And gave Beauty his tender hand
But that wasn't meant to be
For he was lured back to sea
Far away to a distant shore
Love is gone forever more
His spirit has called her endless days
From far below the raging waves
Now she has come to learn
Love is never to return
So Beauty waits on Sea's sand
Looking for her Lovers hand
Waiting for the day when
She will go and join him
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09/15/21
There is a girl who sits in the corner.
Her heart is crying out.
There are people all around her,
But no one seems to hear her shout.
Her life was once happy,
Full of love and care.
She was always laughing.
There was always someone there,
But now her life seems empty.
What's missing, she doesn't know.
She wears a mask every day.
Her true feelings she doesn't show.
Her once colorful and cheerful life
Has turned so dull and grey.
She once enjoyed her group of friends;
Now she just wishes them away.
For when she is by herself,
She can break free from her shell.
She can let the unhappiness break free
And unleash the devil from hell.
Because at the end of the day,
When everyone's in their beds asleep,
The misery surrounds her,
And the pain, it cuts so deep.
She wants somebody to listen,
Someone to understand.
But when she opens up,
Nobody wants to lend a hand.
So she waits until the sun finally sets
To open up once more.
This time it's no longer in words,
But it results in terrible sores.
These sores cry their tears at night.
The tears aren't transparent but a deathly red.
As they cry, she feels a release
From the terrible pain in her head.
Some people would say she is crazy.
Some people would say she is mad,
But she can't resist the temptation when it arrives,
Even though she knows it's bad.
No one will ever understand this urge.
It's something she can't explain.
She feels shame for the scars on her body
But always ends up doing it again.
You see, this girl is a victim
Of something she can't comprehend.
Deep in her heart she knows she must stop,
For her life she doesn't want to end.
But for now it's the only way she knows
To stop feeling the loss of love and care,
Because at the moment she's invisible.
No one notices she's there.
the lonley nights in my room
trying to forget my name
loosing touch, loosing hope
no one really knows my pain
im breathing but im dead
why do i have to exist at this moment?
i don't need to die, but why try?
im lying here in my bed suicide and self harm on my mind...
craving the satisfaction of the blade....
WHY WAS I MADE THIS WAY??
As A Rose That Never Grows.
.
A single drop in a vast deep ocean
The furthest star in the night sky
As lonely as a rejected leper
So am I
.
As a flower that never blooms
Undernourished without love not care
Living in limbo
With no one to share
.
For I no less than an orphan
Umbilical chord severed from the world
My world a dark barren desert
My will ignored and upheld
.
Cursed to wander as a ghostly spirit
The chains that bind me
Under lock and key
Only true love can release
And cause my agony and pain
To cease.
.
For I live a living death
Feel less than human
All I know is pain
Soon I will be gone
But not missed
But hope to rise again
And be loved
As I should.
Peter Dome©2020.
I was alone
and always wondered,
What is meant to be, to ever meet
another
Lonely soul?!
I was alone
and always wonder,
Why every lonely soul,
Will get a chance to see another soul
once in a life time,
alone!?
I was alone
and always wonder,
When will i see, another soul
in a life time alone .
I'll never have to wonder!?
So dear...... , YOU are
my "lonely" soul ,
i never have to wonder
this life time no more.... !
So many lonely harts, so many beautiful souls!!
O' beautiful lady...
Think before imagining,
you are alone in lonley room;
You dress before reflecting glass;
I am your mirror you look in for you,
when you look yourself in me,
Your image touches my silver coated soul;
I touch feel of your beauty,
adorn it before reflecting back;
O' beautiful lady...
When you embellish again and again,
My soul sparkles in bliss,
As you sense happiness,
When blooming beauty in my front;
moving right and left shaping self;
your face sparkles bright,
cheek shine in smiling face,
Your perfect beauty a glaring star in sky,
Your lips are like petal of rose,
Your sound is like cuckoo song,
Your skin so slippery any one will fall,
O' beautiful lady...
I am not merely mirror,
made of Lifeless glass, nor heartless too,
I am your mutual friend
romanticizes you when sharing secrets,
share with none except me;
I sense your trust on me when you speak
O' beautiful lady...
Think before imagining
you are alone in lonley room;
© Sadashivan Nair
my dear Friend I know your worlds in crumbles so is mine
just know im here for even if every time you lean on me I shatter
I will never let you see me break
cause you need someones who's strong
ill will always be that sholder you can lean on
even though my my legs are broken I will run to rescue you
even when I cant see I will find my way to you
Even though I cant speak I will talk to you and try to heal your wombs
even though all I feel is pain I will wince out a smile at you so you can know comfort
even though I am cold Ill give you my coat whenever you need it
Ill always be here for you
cause your my only friend
and im your silently lonley friend
What if the dar took over
no happiness
no joy
no love
but out of the darkness comes a
light
alone but bright
will anyone realize that just because it is so opposite of the darkness
that it is good
open your eyes and become the light
destroy the darkness around you
The lonley feeling in my heart
Is literally tearing me apart
I am surrounded by so many
Yet feel like there is no one there
Sometimes i feel i am going crazy
Just feeling like pulling out all my hair
Feel like i want some company
But not just any kind
Company from a special someone
But that someone is no where to be found
As they belong to someone else now
And there is no return
Why do we always have to lose the ones we love
Either they are taken from earth
Or they are with someone new
Why can't life bring me happiness
For all the thing i do
I wish life could change one day
And bring me some happiness too
By Naderia Bookram