Isolation Poems - Poems about Isolation

Winter Withers …… its way into the woods and waits….and wonders….and watches until…. No-one is looking. Suddenly, an ally boorishly introduces itself, an iced-sliced wind to quiver-shiver the woods’ most tender saplings; to shudder the aged evergreens with sharpened, encrusted crystals sandpapering the toughest, roughest bark. Weather warning complete, Winter then crunches forward, cold shouldering its way through the night to finally rest against a solitary,...

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Amid the fire of twilight sun I wish I knew my way horizon’s char and moonlight’s shun has ashed my hope I pray for dark cloud constellation to free a steed for me to flee gunshot streets for primrose to steal my jaundice and burn the itch in roadside stars for me to follow scent and sight and find forsaken...

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He never questioned the weight behind his eyes until the day he finally woke up. For as long as he could remember, the mud had been a part of him. A thick, caked crust beneath his skin that hardened with each passing year. He believed everyone carried the same layer, worn like a second skin,...

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As tattered night surrenders to the morning amidst a bruised and beaten sky. The hazy heavens weep their misty warning of love’s intent to pass me by. The rain, symbolic of my sorrow, defeats today and steals tomorrow. Unyielding dreams assault my weary mind with visions of my deep regret. I’d reached accord but never...

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They say boys don’t cry. They say it like a promise. Like strength is stitched in our skin at birth and weakness is something you have to unzip your chest to find. I was eight when I learned that sadness had a gender. That girls get tissues, and boys get told to “tough it out.” That scraped knees get band-aids, but broken hearts? Those just get...

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(On Father's Day) Like most mornings, I awoke, Got out of bed on the left side. Not sure if that was the wrong side, But I know for certain, It wasn’t the right side. Aloneness is sort of that way— No offer of a second opinion, No pat-on-the-back save a broken arm, No meaningful conversation around the table. A moment of nihility—this morning. ...

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There was a lamp post, just one, in the middle of a field at night— no road leading to it, no fence surrounding it, just light standing there like a question no one asked, glowing for no one. The ache in my chest opened wide when I saw it— a hollow, bottomless thing, like longing without direction, and I fell in. I thought: If that’s the light, then...

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when you feel isolated don’t burden someone with the unwavering thought of loneliness don’t ruin a persons peace for your own comfort when you get to know a person deeper don’t make a game of it when they get comfortable you’re quick to leave all you needed was someone to talk to not stay with don’t trick someone into forever when you know you don’t...

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At first, it was heaven — pure and bright. Then came the cry, A single tear that swelled into a river, And from that flood, hell was unleashed. Her world shattered, Suffering took root deep within her soul. She was never the same. Locked away in her room, Her mind a storm of questions — Where did it all go...

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"Cry Ugly" My deepest private searing pain manifests as "Cry Ugly.” Guttural moans race like a runaway train. The wail crescendos and peaks as a Banshee scream. Tears race down my face… my nose leaks... snot and tears merge dripping off my chin reminding me of small intermittent waterfalls… I taste salt. Vain furious attempts to wipe this viscous...

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A familiar voice sharing the past, Remembering a place that didn’t last. Sifting through ashes of another life, Searching for beauty amongst the strife. Anguish surrounds me, a constant storm, Cold and darkness, wanting to be warm. Deprived of love, empty inside, Shattered dreams, life denied. Unresolved injustice, mistakes and fears, Yet I mourn those lost years. No peace in silence when I’m...

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Being proud of yourself isn’t enough, When your loved ones don’t think so. Thinking you’re tough and strong, Yet you can’t handle the pain you know. Every time life starts getting rough, You bury yourself deep and low. I try to do things right each time, But feel handcuffed by winds that blow. It’s freezing out here, and I’ve nowhere to go, The cold...

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They say the world is full of voices, But mine gets lost among the sound. A whisper drowned by louder choices, A silence no one seems to hound. I walked through halls of hollow laughter, Their eyes slid past like I was air. I smiled, and moments later, after, They left—and I was still not there. My name, a note they never mention, My...

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They never saw me—not really. Only the outline I traced in the halls, A whisper of denim and shy glances, A ghost who smiled too politely. They passed notes like grenades, Laughed too loudly When the silence was breaking me. I wore their words like a second skin— Tight, blistering, But invisible to them. You asked if I was okay once— But your eyes flicked away Before...

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silent words cascade unseen, unheard, fade away— lonely ink weeps dreams words fall like dead leaves no hand stirs to hold their weight— autumn of the soul untouched art cries out silent beauty lost to void— a poet unseen ...

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