Loneliest Poems - Poems about Loneliest

The Loneliest Elf

He was Santa's unknown Elf
That they hid in a thicket
Cuz he worked all by himself 
They called him Chimney Cricket 

On the night of Christmas Eve 
He's the first one down the chute
Using nothing but his sleeve
So not to soil Santa's suit

When finishing his cookie
Santa's up the chute again 
Every day since a rookie
He was

Three is the Loneliest Number

Once, a lonely number three
sat forlornly on my knee.
In his eyes, I saw despair
as he was sitting there.
"You needn't sniffle, cry or pout.
I too have been the odd man out."

The Loneliest Road I Have Traveled

The loneliest road I’ve taken winds, unseen,
Through shadowed woods where no bright of day can find,
Past bushes low and trees of whispering green,
Each root and leaf in tangled paths entwined.

The bees drift softly, droning round my ear,
In solitude, their gentle hums resound—
A music sweet, yet haunting, sharp and clear,
Among the hidden corners of the ground.

The

The Loneliest Road Not Traveled

The loneliest road, a path unknown,
Where footprints fade, the seeds unsown.
Amidst the woods, in silent grace,
A solitary journey we all must face.

Beneath the moon's pale, silver light,
The stars above, a quiet night.
In solitude, we find our way,
A road less traveled, come what may.

Through winding lanes and darkened woods,
The loneliest road, where silence broods.
But in this

The Loneliest Prayer

The loneliest prayer is often said
When evening shadows fall
Or when I sob and jump in bed
My shirt, my shoes, and all

I wonder why my closest friends
Keep making fun of me
And why the fun and laughter ends
As quick as one, two, three

The loneliest prayer can make me cry
When mom is on the phone
I know she hates

The Loneliest President

He had no schooling
to speak of--
he had no money
to speak of-- 
he had no future 
to dream of--
yet...
he grew tall, strong,
ever hungering 
to learn,
to know,
to understand--
he saw into the
hearts of men
while telling his
country jokes,
knowing laughter
smothered fear--
and he walked in
grace of a sort,
keeping a nation
from cracking,
freeing a race
while trying to
quiet the hate
until a coward
shot him in

The Loneliest Living Thing

I have been at a crossroad for years
Struggling past a multitude of fears
And as weary as I might get
I still can’t say without fret
That I am the loneliest living thing.

Flowers wither and die
But before then they live a melancholy life
They crumble underneath tiny little feet
Bees steal their nectar for something good to eat

So, if I

Growing Old - the Loneliest Art

I don't fear growing old though each year brings both loss and fresh pain
But if God's real or not, with my death, both will end, and I gain
What I trust will be peace. But if death's all there is, can I miss
The day's sun, the rain's smell, rainbow's grace, love's skin's touch, or a kiss?

God

One Is the Loneliest Number

Tressa
Loving, kind, quirky, weird
Sister of Joe and Kit
Lover of many, but one in particular
Who feels anger, sadness, and happiness.
Who fears clowns, rejection, and dying alone
Who would like to see Paris, Rome, and Japan
Resident of Caldwell, Idaho
Behler

Loneliest Among Friends Or a Power Outage

I sit alone in the dark,
It engulfs me, seeping into my soul.
Voices sing but the song fades away.
The last note of the melody drifts into the dark.
Shadows Move,
Hushed Whispers,
Darkness,
Silence.

It is warm here, where I sit, alone.
I feel the thinly carpeted floor,
Run my fingers over the little bumps.
I see nothing, but feel everything,
Silence broken,
A song starts,
But

The Loneliest Corner In the Whole World

I caught a glimpse of you from the corner of my eye.
You bared a mark of birth at the corner of your eye.

I sat there trying to show that I didn't know where to go.
I wanted to let you know you had a special glow.

  But I sat there idle,
  knowing I would

Loneliest Time of Day

The loneliest time of day for some
Is the hour just before dawn
Before the sun rises, before the shadows are gone
The lonely are loneliest just before dawn
..
They recall the life of the night before
Following the trail of clothes on the floor
The music of a party over long past
Allowing them to revel in the past
..
But I feel

The Loneliest Man

how quiet it must have been
for you, michael collins...
how calm it must have seemed
for you, michael collins...
how tranquil you must have felt
up there alone
with no one on the radio,
except for you, michael collins...

doing something no one had done
with no one around to see
because you were in a place no one had been
with no way to

Loneliest Hour

I listen, content to hear raindrops from an anguished sky pour out.
My darkest hour of night is just a fragment of one day, only
a fragment of a fleeting life; but an ending to grief, I somehow doubt.   
If I live through nights void of love, not alone but lonely,
(for there is a difference)

Our Loneliest Tears

I made your voice when I dreamed
of a resounding conviction
I told your name only
when voices seemed to fit
I wrote it only in syllables
Even when none stood  their test
I cried in tears when these syllables could 
only stream

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