Isolation Poems - Poems about Isolation

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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From early days, my path diverged alone, Not as the others danced beneath the sun. Their laughter echoed; mine a silent tone, A melody of one, by none begun. The brook’s soft murmur spoke in tongues to me, While others heard but water’s gentle flow. In rustling leaves, a cryptic symphony, A world within, where only I could go. The tempest’s roar, to...

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one window was all that i was given way up high pointing at the sky a cage really but all i asked was to see the expanse of blue and if lucky the parade of sun the moon the stars AP: Honorable Mention 2025 Posted on April 3, 2025...

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It’s deathly cold. The walls are blank The air is so thick that you could take a blade to it as you would a cake and serve it to people at a birthday. But of course, I have no birthday. I don’t know how I was born,...

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When you have nobody you have somebody and that somebody is yourself. Because you’re all you’ve got. So why need anybody? Anybody being nobody. Nobody being somebody. Somebody being anybody. Somebody. Somebody. Somebody. Nobody. Nobody. Nobody. Anybody. Anybody. Anybody. Does anybody understand why I feel like a nobody? Even though deep down I know I’m...

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When tears dry up, the reverberations cease, No resolution for the sorrow once released. Friends retreat to distant realms, Their apparitions linger, voices overwhelm. Silent rooms recall the past, Memories boomerang, nothing’s steadfast. The comfort sought in a heart once aglow, Now a tranquil place, an empty tableau. Yet life must traverse its tapering path, Through solitary nights and aftermath. In every dawn, an opportunity...

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[b]5[/b] The clock’s tick is a slow blade, cutting through the silence, fingers cold on metal chains— it’s only minutes now, my breath tearing through my chest. [b]4[/b] I can hear them—footsteps, too close, too far, scraping keys, rattling, the air, thick— I choke on it, wait. [b]3[/b] The light through the bars feels wrong, like it’s burning me— I can’t escape, the walls closing in. [b]2[/b] The door cracks open, a figure, a...

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joyous jubilant moments of liberation in blissful retreat space to interpret & create ...

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A breeze did slide in under eaves and stirred inside the air that grieves, my children grown my dreams have flown, alone I sit my rocking throne. My chair in front of window bare, I look… but husband’s soul elsewhere. Beneath my feet the floorboards moan, alone I sit my rocking throne. Each day I rock the same tic tock and change not...

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The moon is full, but it sheds no grace, A hollow lantern in the velvet space. Its light falls cold on the ocean's crest, Where waves surge on, in eternal unrest. Loneliness whispers through the trees, A soft, forlorn hymn carried by the breeze. Savannah's tall grass sways in despair, The stillness broken by no tender care. The rivers wind with a mournful...

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Oh! How I despise dawn’s blushing optimism and dried hydrangea blooms sepia skinned and papery thin. Humdrum hands beat doldrums drum. Why won’t the summer solstice light this darkness? A gnawing hollow where my heart should be. Where cinder clouds float in negative space memories collect like nesting sparrows beneath eaves. I stray, a waif lost with my armful of loss. Your death...

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Isolated redemption tempting fates addiction to sampling a selection of seasoned dreams of perfection Hushed whispers of deception silencing the voices of inception leaving barren the fields of conception Slighted hope falling to misconceptions of what it means to find, a forgotten vision of corruption Standing on our hands in abstraction trying to pass as part of this grand contraption Yet lost are we...

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A lonely son beneath the lonely sun Knowing I’m the only one Lone Ranger with an empty gun Back to my cave when I am done Fire doesn’t warm my soul A dark abyss of gaping hole The wind is speaking in strange tongues And fleeing from my vapid lungs I am Jonah in the whale A one man crew manning the sail By myself...

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