Loneliest Poems - Poems about Loneliest

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."...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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)...

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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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Once upon a time there lived a very small caterpillar. She was quite shy, meek, and timid of small crowds. She would even go out of her way to avoid confrontation with the other insects until one very important day. One day she saw danger coming to her caterpillar environment and so she had to...

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