Lonelier Poems | Examples

waiting to see you again

i sit alone and wait to see you again,
eyes weary from my vigil.
neighbors' rustling reminds me
of the world passing by,
but nothing distracts me
from the prison of thought.
in my mind i am lonely,
in the crowd even lonelier.
but the color i see
in this stale black & white
is that of your eyes
miles away from me,
the blue sky under which
i stretch and dream.
and in that blue i am held.
until the dawn i will wait
and strike matches to keep me warm,
and curse them when their fires die,
because they are not you.

Why

I spent so many lonely days,
many even lonelier nights,
asking of myself 
the whys and wherefores
of this terrible life.
To suffer such ignoble pains,
to be unjustly accused
of things I had not done.
 
I searched and sought
for reasons unknown.
Did I deserve such a life?
Or should I count the blessings,
a handful of good times?
Should I be content 
with what I've received?
 
Can I say I'm incomplete?
That I have not achieved?
Or is there a balance somewhere
that is forever eluding me.
Do I double count ill luck?
Do I half the good old times?
I must at least be sincere-
evaluate my life complete.
 
Yet if it's peace I seek
I must remember
that it is not for me
to ask why this, why that,
rather admit that happiness
comes only if we accept and say
"Thy will be done".
 
Then I'll need to trek 
uncharted roads,
fall into dark ravines;
meander through ugly days,
loiter through dreary solitary nights.
 
For I shall find all comfort:
the sadness I left behind.

Amber in the wait

Nothing lonelier than being alone in a crowd
standing still in a bustling sea of aliens 
they speak their dialects and look
right through me as if I wasn’t there

Feeling insignificant I don’t belong
and everybody knows it
like an imposter trying to fit in
but wearing the wrong camouflage

I try to merge with oncoming traffic
but they ignore me and won’t let me in
refusing to give me a chance
I am not worthy and they let me know it

Secretly part of me thrives in their ostracism
content that I have made my attempt
that like amber in layers underneath
there is more to be found in silence


Inspired by movie “Lost in Translation”

AP: 3rd place 2025, Honorable Mention 2025

Sleepless

In the early morning  remnants of a watercolor moon fade slowly into the horizon
Did the night always end so soon
I feel the fire in me subside with the fading of his glow 
I'm left with blue
  The sudden coolness paints my room here in the sky
Casting  shadows around my eyes, my heart is now this hue
This feels lonelier than it should, and I sing to myself waiting on the sunrise

The Love of My Life

The love of my life did not love me,
And I have pined for him these long lonely years.

He did not see the many tears I have cried,
Why, oh why, did he not care about me?

Now he has died and I am lonelier still.

Scarlet Dark, Bold Wine

Lonelier than lonely, the walls cry out to I.
I choke on sour taste as I attempt to reply.
Feelings bunch up to crouch inside my throat.
I want to let them loose, put them afloat.
Not upon mountain peaks or in valleys low 
would my heartbreak know a dauntless echo.

Sweet cascading, scarlet dark, bold wine,
please, relieve this crimson space that is mine.
My sad flesh feels emotional winds blow,
reminding my heart of all I just let go.
Melt me away, wine – let your fragrant taste
erase all my fears and mellow me to waste.

Adrift

When all the interactions of the day left me exhausted, and lost,
When I would start to drift,
To let the currents of solitude swallow my little boat-
You would come for me, you would take the helm.
You would point me towards home again.
Now that you are gone, I stay adrift.
Unmoored, there is no darker sea than this.
No lonelier waters, nor more barren shores.
I come to where the ocean is born
I dip my toes into the glassy blackness,
I let my dress slip from my shoulders
And I dive into these dark, dark waters.

Unholy Ruminations

The opposite of life
is death

The polar opposite of eternal health
is terminal disease,
with unease perhaps lying/truthing
in-between timelessness
and untimely demise

So too,
my opposite of steady compassion
may be your unsettling dispassion

Elation v deflation
of all these oppositional answers above
as clear
as unclear appositional questings
below.

What is my opposite of suicide?
Self promotion?
Ego inflation?
Having all my consuming needs
fully answered?

Or 
maybe some uneasy questing
timeless mind
and spacious body
in-between healthy Now

And death-defying
death-denying
death-defining
death-despairing
death-despoiling
AnthroLove Here

Remains part of EarthLife There
whenever tomorrow comes
Now?

As Me curiously questioning
feels like our lonelier half
of We not yet 
finally answering?

What could appositionally rebalance
death's final answering Earth-climate
and life's open questioning Anthro-culture?

What is the opposite of lively ruminations
and deadly ideations?

What lies contentious truths contenting,
In-between EarthBody's discommunication 
desecrating death
and AnthroMind's sacred communion life?

lonelier than she had ever felt

She sat in the middle of a bunch of loudmouths
Drinking their various ales and wines,
They were dressed in some truly awful costumes
Most faces were made up, there were few masks

It was Halloween, a festive time, lots of horrible pick- up lines
Someone in the corner was laughing in a truly annoying way
She tried to engage a few of them, but they ignored her
They were all trying to look like they were having a terrific time.

Watching these strangers in a pub try to hook up and communicate,
Used to be entertaining for her, but for some reason,
tonight, she felt lonelier than she had ever felt
Maybe because it was another ill spent Halloween

The Feeling of Being Alone

My grandson gave me this first line
and said write a poem about this.
Actually he was singing the first line.

nobody knows the feeling of being alone
nobody
but me, except
when I join the noisy crowd
still, even then
I’ve a feeling
that nobody knows
how obviously still
alone
and lonelier still
and sadder even
as the crowd
moves in claustrophobic circles
and I draw back
until a familiar voice
my own
dares to brave
a “hello”
dash a smile
at another lonely soul

Heartstrings

When your world is engulfed in darkness,
I shall give you my sun
If your luscious blue river stops flowing,
I shall give you my ocean
When you lose resolve,
I will lend you my heart
For it is you who I yearn for
None, but you. 
When your land turns arid,
I shall give you my clouds
When you lose your vision,
I shall give you my eyes
And when you feel lonelier than ever,
I shall be by your side
For you are the one I yearn for,
None, save you.
When you lose your peace,
I shall give you my happiness 
If you ever love someone,
I wish for you to get what your heart desires,
And I shall bear the sorrow,
For you are what my heart yearns for,
You, and only you.

Conflicting Beliefs

We never engaged in the pleasure of love-making,
they banned us from giving embraces and kisses:
how belief shaped the naiveness of our minds... 
making us fear and keep us from sweet giving!

We longed to tremble, giving a passionate kiss,
we looked around and we saw stern, watchful eyes;
sweetness slipped out of thoughts, turning to bitterness...
they controlled us to impose the strict rules of obstinance!

We never dreamed of ecstasy, always showing a longing  
for becoming one soul anchored by nightly loud moans;
we were deprived of sexual thoughts, never drifting
and feeling free from glances: religion bans and kills! 

We were lonelier than children reading bed-time stories,
not frolicking romance to incite desire and awareness;
we missed on our youth for their concept of shining grace:
wasn't sex created by God to increase the Human race?

Conflicting Beliefs

We never engaged in the pleasure of love-making,
they banned us from giving embraces and kisses:
how belief shaped the naiveness of our minds... 
making us fear and keep us from sweet giving!

We longed to tremble, giving a passionate kiss,
we looked around and saw stern, watchful eyes;
sweetness slipped out of thought, turning to bitterness... 
they controlled us to impose the strict rules of abstinence!

We never dreamed of ecstasy, always showing a longing  
for becoming one soul anchored by nightly loud moans;
we were deprived of sexual thoughts, never drifting
and feeling free from glances: religion bans and kills! 

We were lonelier than children reading bed-time stories,
not frolicking romance to incite desire and awareness;
we missed on our youth for their concept of shining grace:
wasn't sex created by God to increase the Human race?

Memory in Solace

There is a grave with no name
That stands lonelier still.
It has no flowers nor despairing mourners
And the grass grows thick and bushy,
For this grave is left to rot.

Abandoned is this grave—
No one knows if a funeral was ever held.
The vicar says he knows all faces,
Yet this one, he cannot place.
Ostracised even by the other dead,

This grave stands alone.
Who could tell who was laid here to rest?
Not you, nor I,
Though I knew him once.
He was a good man. But, now, he rots.

Changing of the Seasons

Spring Time
Time of Warmth
Time of Happiness
Time of New Start

We frolic around
Picknick in fields
Swim in pools

Cooling down in Autumn
Comes time of change
Time for thanks
Reasons to celebrate

yet comes Winter
A dark beast arising from hibernation
making it colder
and colder

Days go into hiding
Getting shorter
and shorter
Darker and darker

Greens warmth
Life and Joy
Replaced with white and cold
Death and Decay

We curl up for warmth
For Support through the shivers
For some get lonelier and lonelier

Until Spring again
Bringing warmth with it
In it's time f warmth
Time of happiness
Time of new-start

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