Best Solitude Poems

(This theme coincidentally matched up with another contest I recently
entered, so I revised my sonnet and then PD graciously extended this
idea of a day of happy solitude. Thanks, Linda, for keeping it in sonnet
form! It's a double sonnet now!)


Happy Solitude/Andrea Dietrich 


In solitude, I watch...

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Incessant din of jammed highways
suddenly lulled to deserted streets
quiet of rustle forlorn breeze plays
laughter of birds, smiling sun greets

diamond dews glisten ruby petals
on a palette of piano, poetry muse
in slow drench, rain falls and settles
as fragrance flows wisteria avenues

soft chimes within, no temple bells
moments of...

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the solitude
the silence
silence of a bee in the forest
silence of the leaves
leaves on majestic trees
leaves my soul quivering 
quivering treasures
quivering happiness and joy 
joy of freedom and journeying on
joy in my soul beyond time
time entangled in vines
time to pause in the emerald
emerald windswept meadows...

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Hidden away 
between the broken chimes
of church bells 
lies the dream of a man
the waltz of a butterfly
and love for one woman
He carves her name from a star
on a pebble~
burying it deep
where corals sleep

Across the moon 
wishes concieve
from moist salt on his cheek
in the womb...

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I relinquish my pen before the storm
of her tears falling upon my bare arm
her gentle whispering breathed in my ear
Muse of mine, adieu to your wit and charm

With piqued reasons I have come to deduce
It's time to say fond farewell to my muse
She should seek...

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"I wandered lonely as a cloud."  William Wordsworth


I wandered lonely as a boat   
a shallow dingy left behind,  
alone in marsh of reeds remote  
my paint now faint so unrefined, 
my only hope the next high tide  
on brackish...

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I leave the daily hustle and bustle
and the cacophony of city sound.
And head to where the leaves softly rustle 
in the breeze, and no one else is around.

When I'm alone, I experience peace
that raises my soul to a higher plane.
And anxiety's attacks slowly cease,
free from...

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An old man
A Grumpy bitter old man
Bitter face
Red nose
Wrinkled beady eyes
Scruffy clothes his best attire

Life has not been kind
So his bitter words bite those around
He lived alone, inside his madness
Leave me be and go to hell
His favorite expressions

The phone rang one night late
This is the...

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The mustard seed 

a wild mustard seed took flight 
carried aloft in gathering light 
over thistle'd sage and poppies  
in countless colorful copies

as brash rain showers subside 
the retreat of angry clouds abide
scolded by the Northern wind 
in search of infinity's final end

once barren...

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A solitary man
I make my way up the mountain
One step at a time
The life I know further and further behind
I wish to be alone
away from the busyness 
the incessant noise
my many responsibilities
life’s never ending activities
work that is never done
all of life’s many conflicts


I reach the...

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I've heard your whispers
in quiet moments 
amongst the shedding trees of Autumn..

I walk alone our wooded path – listening
the air just as crisp as a bright-blushed Winesap 
but my tears not as sweet – glistening

the wispy whispers haunting
taunting in their gentle tug
and I wonder; how...

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Drawn by subtle intuition
I follow a winding path
into the heart of the woods,
emerging in an open glade
where feeble sunlight falls
upon a moss covered wall.
Isomorphic intimacy holds
me in a trance; latching
the present to the past, as
nostalgia flirts with mixed
emotions. Resting my hand 
on the stone slabs...

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Soul Searching Trek Along Winter's Snow Painted Trails

Waking to cold blown tent, ground frozen icy hard
woods are my love, as is poetry to a bard.
Today starts my anticipated forest trek,
seeking salvation from heart's emotional wreck,
last night I watched stars twinkle in heavenly skies
pondering how to...

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open your doors
close all the windows
sleeping's such a bore
suffocate it with pillows

psh, i'm not hellbent
shut your mouth
it's called character development
WOOPS. broke routine again
and the poem's gone south.

made myself out to be the bad guy
so they wouldn't feel as sad when i die
so many
so many damn...

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Is there a way you can show me your silence?
This world is deafening to me 
Can I find the words that I'm seeking..

Dream of a quiet place with only you speaking
Teach me to hear with my other senses
draw down all these distorted fences  ...

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