Best Onely Poems


Just Another Day In Delight

J-ust another day in delight, 
U-nder the wide blue sky; 
L-onely night has passed by, 
I-t's a new flame shining high.
E-vening chill disappears, as the dusk has faded away; 
T-wilight is nowhere in sight, as the morning birds chirp and play.

L-et my rhyme just create
A-nother day in pure delight; 
C-omposed in serenity, 
O-de of joy that I write.
S-un has begun to rise, 
T-wenty-eighth day in July; 
A-nother day in delight
L-ets the lane clear in the sky.
E-arly dawn has just broken, dark is nowhere to be found; 
S-torm is not brewing to make you feel safe and sound.

S-hadows are all gone, 
A-fter the moon goes away; 
L-ight is burning bright
U-nder the break of
D-ay.

C-louds above don't gather, 
A-ll haze and mist are gone; 
P-oor visibility has turned
I-nto a beacon beneath the sun.
Y-our birth brings much mirth, 
O-ffering fun left and right; 
C-elebrate the occasion, just another day in delight.

Greatest Day of All

G-reatest day of all
H-as brought joy to me; 
E-ndorsing brightest light, 
N-o longer dark I see.

D-ay ten in May morn
E-vening shadows disappear; 
L-onely night has gone by, 
O-ne dawn the world wants to
S-hare.

S-o many days that come
A-nd go under the sun; 
N-othing compares indeed
T-o the best day of fun.
O-n the nearing world's end, in the land so wonderful, 
S-alvation shall you receive on the greatest day of all.

Lost

L onely from the terror your mind created out of desperation
O bsessions of trying to hide too far for us to come and find you
S uicide was the only way you knew how to make a declaration
T ricky little ways of self expression, like your fallen angel tattoo

*No longer in my possession with an uncertainty of when I will retain you*.
*No longer can be found where I saw you last.*

Oh baby, you were lost before you were ever found
we tried so hard and you were found way too late.
We searched for you all over this lonely town
you ended up growing wings at the pearly gates.

You starved for an anecdote that would cure your lonely depth of the desire of your desperate hell. Your uncertainty of the way the world looked at you created a wrath of deterioration in your soul. All that beauty inside you... but
you could never love yourself. You just couldn't see you...
...the way I saw you.

Not knowing where you were for three months...That was the inferno I held until until March 17, 2011. Your inner destruction and ruining of your interests did not free you, in fact it bound you closer and tighter to the end. Your end.

You see, taking your own life was not selfish.
It was not a cry for attention.
It was for relief...
Looking for a way to feel better.
Every human has a different response to intense pain.
Did you know over ninety percent of people who take their own life
has a mental illness?
Therefore....
....you were not thinking clearly...

Oh baby, you were lost before you were ever found
we tried so hard and you were found way too late.
We searched for you all over this lonely town
you ended up growing wings at the pearly gates.

why did you feel lost
we searched everywhere for you
rest in peace Karen

~For The Contest, LOST, Sponsor, Broken Wings~
~Date Written: February 4, 2016~


If Manners Maketh Man - and Woman Too

If manners maketh man - and woman too

then why do no manners men - women fit 

any boot or shoe? If you expect better you 

are "inconsiderite, a bloody stuped fool as 

you oppused to the freedom for us do what 

the hell I or us like - as you and youres have

no recip ur - no rihght, as onely we have writes".


Freedom comes with responsibility: This is why 

many dislike freedom in practice, preferring a 

little dictator of their country or community to 

tell them what to do, or it is neighbour against 

neighbour at home or abroad where either the 

bullying majority or the fanatical minority rule the roust.


It's easy in practice to spout the above but it is not 

always others who are led astray, however much 

we like to think that I or we always deserve the day; 

sometimes I or we are the culprits too, but by reticence, 

consideration, thinking before acting we may deserve the day.
© Peter Dorr  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member A Lost Baby Boy

  "A Lost Baby Boy"


A ngels stroke soft golden tresses

L onely baby floating on gossamer dresses
O pulent candy clouds embrace tiny frame
S nuggle sad heart while singing his name
T ossed into a new realm of strangers

B rave little soul projects love among dangers
A live in spirit world missing family
B ottle in hand to land of milk and honey
Y earning for kisses from Mommy's sweet lips

B asking in moonlight and silver star drips
O ver the rainbow; across the blue seas
Y esterday breathing in fond memories.

Choices

A bond is tied, a new liaison is made
N ovel experiences are satisfying, but the price is paid
G one are the days, when the dinner was just laid.
E very moment is work, and stress is high
L onely labor at toil, she lets out many a sigh
I help out not at all, and she can’t understand why?
N ow I know I am a fool and inconsiderate alike. 
E ach has own choices, unfortunately ours are unlike.


3 Lone Wolf's Down Town

Isolation accompanies him along with his gin
An urban nomadic as he finds shelter in sin
Tarnished from his second hand clothes to his unjustly judged soul
Yet satisfactions rest within his panhandling bowl
Stained teeth glimmer when hearts drop dollars and dimes into his trey
I spare him 5 dollars because I know that’s one method of taking the pain away
May he indulge ever so deep in his liquor and herb 
May that curbside prophet find God’s reason on his curb

Her erotic mini skirt synchronizes with red stilettos heels 
Young teenage males pass by with curious thoughts wishing for feels
She struts the streets looking for clients with a swagger of glory 
Yet she has eyes of the wolf and they whisper tales of a different story
The story of a defeated charismatic with compressed ambition
Her eyes rumor that she submitted to life’s arduous expedition
Her glory defined swagger is all to mistaken
she a wolf that knows her purpose is to be awaken
Her mini skirt is meant to capture eyes 
Her sexy stride has ambitions of taking the world by surprise
For this would be actresses only fears rest within her age
She an actor, hooker, and wolf trapped on life’s horror stage 

May you find answer in your wine
May you become a star in time 
No matter what you do just remember your lnot onely
Nor should you think their isn’t a pack and you’re the only
You should know I love you both and all things come soon
Just know that you’re not the only wolves that tearfully look to the moon

Lonely Music

L aying down on a porch full of dreams,
O n a land full of hope,
N eed to get on my grind.
E mpty cabinets,
L onely pots and pans.
Y ellow dust caving the counter.

       M elodies humming softly in my mind on their own.
       U sing my head for a place to escape, finally!
       S howing me how to be free.
       I  mold them, but still, they are alone.
       C limbing on the back of a beat just to get away.

F lowing on the minds of this street is the dream.
L oud pops quiet me.
O nly at night will they come looking for me.
W aving through air.
S eeping through the music.
                 

                           Piercing through.

This Melody.          These thoughts               This music.

                        If only others could see.

Offering Self-Made Delight

Y-our birth brings happiness, 
Z-est, cheer and laughter; 
Z-ealous dawn wants to shine
A-fter the dusk is over.

L-ong night and cold chill
H-ave turned into warm day; 
Y-es, the rain disappears, 
N-ew morn breaks, 
E-rasing the gray.

L-onely evening shadow
I-s beginning to fade; 
M-arch sixteenth is fine, 
O-ffering delight that's
S-elf-made.

Morning Sun Is Shining

M-orning sun is shining, 
E-vening chill fades away; 
L-onely twilight has passed, 
O-ctober twenty-first day. 
D-ark shadows disappear, as the new day is dawning; 
Y-our birth brings much mirth, for the morning sun is shining.

Inspiration

A thought a mindless educated guess, u thought it cud hold a little 
longer long enough for press.
But however you're mind gave in and was already fried, that was the 
day that u wish I'd died. All on the line
you gave it yur best shot if not the suckyiestu gave it all uve got.
But ur sinking inside yurself Woundering if this is all a dream this 
mindbodelinv shell that's tearing at the seam. You look up at the 
stars and began to say why today why today. Then you're inner self 
gives you strength to stand along side, no more books or cheats to 
hide.
I'm agreeing to you becuse you ate worth fine gold, for those wise 
unforgetable words that u once told. U told me to never giveup even 
if it means falling Through time, never give up efforts not a crime! 
So from step to step each heartblowing guttwisteing path we all try 
to forget, I'll never get lost they're not dishing yet. Yur hero yur 
thunder yur racingstretching claw may always be stowed in the back 
of yur mind, for booth two way streets we claim to see intwined. Set 
you're watch and watch time tick away, but the clock isn't the onely 
one it's the day after day. Endless bliss of light sheds every 
contusion u may claim, butbu used yur bestfreind yur inspiration yur 
consience for usless fame. Who's to blame who is to blame forever 
and ever he remembers yur name.

Painful Sadness

P-aralysed.     S-uffering
A-lways.         A-lone
I-nside.          D-estroyed
N-ervously.     N-umb
F-eeling.         E-mpty
U-nloved.        S-ore
L-onely.          S-ilence

Premium Member Tropical Island

Tears behind the cocktails,
Rowing down to calmness
Oasis was found,
Pure life's gratitude
I found after my mistake.
Confident I feel while I'm breathing loneliness.
Awake with open eyes
Lonely in a tropical island.

Isolated in the middle of the world, I wonder. I wander.
Sun shines above me with compassion, but I'm struggling.
Lucky that I saw a boat I could call its attention.
Amazing I found the gate from beauty to engage reality.
Nice to wake up in spite of having a 
Delightful dream, or a nightmare, sweating in bed.

Lonely: Just Another Joyful Day

L a, la, la, la, alone once again —
O h, yet another day of wishing I was
N ever born, because I constantly fear that
E veryone will leave me someday
L onely, depressed and dying —
Y es, just another joyful day.
© Fm Rt  Create an image from this poem.

Gain Sweet Success

A-s the sun starts to shine, 
N-ight shadows disappear; 
A-fter the dark is gone, 
B-irthday girl knows no fear.
E-vening silence has turned into sound of morning delight; 
L-onely dusk has changed into dawn burning bright.

M-onth of January each year
A-s the twenty-ninth daybreak begins; 
N-ew light from the sky
A-dds clarity to my visual sense.
L-et the Lord defend you from the minions of darkness; 
O-utsmart the enemies of faith and you shall gain sweet success.

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