Lonely Poems | Examples of Lonely Poetry

It's quite a bright dusk today I would choose Neapolitan yellow for the sky Although I haven't touched colours for years After all, images and paintings are quite enough So why create more without urgent necessity? The thick foliage of the trees around the balcony Stands still as if painted on a canvas It’s a heatwave now, I'm sitting in my...

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A touch is a hug for the lonely, I thought as I sat on that plane. The sleeping man beside me, Would never know that feeling he made. As his head nodded off, His elbow extended to mine. This little little tap Echoed in a hollow mine. I savoured such a warm embrace, From the man that would never know me, But I couldn’t help...

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Stuck between the lines, The only place where I don't get detained by all the crimes. Silent sins, where everything begins, The knife that cuts so deep, They say, “Calm down,” this is not for the weak. No building holding up the structure, Everything’s on the ground, already fractured. Like the shadows on the hills, slowly...

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Inspired to Write ??? right? I recently thought back to a time in my life I was so vulnerable. Flashbacks of a fist to my HEAD ???? I don’t wanna be dead. ?? This love I found I don’t wanna lose, please Lord help me choose. Help me choose to love myself, Help me choose to do things I love...

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Matsuo Basho: English translations of haiku about clouds, geese, departing, empty nests and huts, lonely, loneliness, drinking alone, sake, longing, loss, death, hawks, the moon, Japanese culture. As clouds drift apart, so we two separate: wild geese departing. —Matsuo Basho, translation by Michael R. Burch The old nest deserted, how empty now my next-door neighbor’s hut. —Matsuo Basho, translation by Michael R. Burch Yesterday? Departed, like...

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A drift in a sea of longing, rudderless and without direction. Trying to stay afloat amidst the relentless winds and currents whipping the crests into a frenzy. At the mercy of the nautical tempest, in a fruitless battle to maintain control, I’m losing sight of the sheltered harbor that was my refuge from this upheaval brought on by the forced solitude when you left...

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pillow next to me in the gleam of sunrise without a wrinkle...

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Sometimes, I feel completely alone. No matter how much I try to reach out, or try to connect. Sometimes, I feel unwanted. No matter how much love I pour out, or try to perfect. Sometimes, I feel misunderstood. No matter how much I try to explain, or try to correct. My delivery always seems off or lost in translation. I’m told that...

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I loathe what I have become Things I tacitly permissed Weigh me down with water Shameful of my tears That I am thin of heart and humour Quick to temper now Hard and dark, where once Was soft and light It is me whose hands are bloodied I held the dagger and carved Into myself for attention Now I weep for me ...

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Could we not at least exchange some crummy anecdotes about our recent pasts some poorly recalled bus stop or shop incidents semi memories of there was this time when I'll take any half digested subvocal passing thoughts and an inappropriate and unvoiced yet sincerely held opinion which you know is safe with me Throw me a crumb here and I'll toss you the...

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I want this loneliness to end, I need a bestfriend, I'm tired, I'm lost, Where do I run to When I need to cry? You know, the water droplets that come out of eyes When your heart is heavy like a Bag full of wet cotton, That ache worse than a grazed knee, Where do I run to? Who do I run to? I'm lost, In an...

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All alone is all i've ever been miss when houses felt like a home now more-so abandoned as i walk around these ghost, derealization now im on the west coast starin at the ocean reminds me of these flows Melodies surfin my skull got deep holes here but driftin mold the words no play-doh in rhymes sinkin realest never make the studio like waves they driftin built it up...

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Charles and my predawn jog was a sweat-athon and as the sun rose, a heat-dome brightness tattooed crisp shadows in every corner. Any lingering coolness was burned off - evaporated. It was 94°f, 3 hours later, when I walked to campus - why don’t we use parasols anymore? Drag on, radiant afternoon heat, please. That was...

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Laying down wondering where did you go after visiting my dreams from time to time? A regular guest you became, Now I see you less and less leaving my memories in such an emotional distraught, as you left a feeling I thought I would never have, a desire unknown, a burning sensation leaving me trembling whenever I fall asleep dreaming hoping to see you but terrified to awake in our...

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The raindrops fall into the paper cup of tea The teabag shrinks as if it could be my remark Unlatch the green door to the childlike mystery It’s possible again to enter that old park The busts and statues of the gods and greats And shaded benches in the niches of the trees There in the memory another alley waits I...

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