Cold and lonely
I walked the street
How I miss
My homely heat.
Walking endlessly
From door to door
For I cannot speak
Only offer a paw.
Please give me love
For I grow so thin
Open up your heart
And let me in.
Categories:
lonely(a), lost,
Form: Rhyme
That my words bring to others comfort and joy,
And will remind them of small moments we enjoy,
Like when the midnight sky, touches the cool sea,
And the empty blackness ahead, resounds sweetly.
To give abundant hope to those who are striving,
Like the orange skies of new dawn just arriving!
That I may provide the sad or lonely a new friend,
That will be revisited in print again and again.
Like the unexpected glad hours of beauty's visits,
And blooms spreading delight from places they sit,
In loud colors that shout along the paths of summer,
As Summer himself outshines very other blossomer!
That I can remind people to stop look and listen,
Touch cool diamond dewdrops and see them glisten,
And observe Your various acts of kindness all about,
That is evidence of Your great love, without a doubt!
Categories:
lonely(a), beauty, inspiration, joy, nature,
Form: Rhyme
Disability & equality
I & my kind are equal
The skin of my color is not a curse
But due to evil & greed
My fellow humans have put a price-tag on my head
Making me the most hunted amongst the human kind
Yet in the book & to the creator we are equal
I am fully human nevertheless ,but human
Failing to carry my body due to my leg problems
doesn't make you more human because you can move
Situations i solve without my eyes
My heart & mind do the chemistry
I'm a man with no hands
But Wars & battles of injustice I fight
Yet job opportunities to my kind are still denied
My voice is heard but ignored
their voice is heard & acknowledged
leaving me a lonely a person,you call a mad man(wamisala)
Yet before the book we are all equal
Words from my lips are distorted
Hands i still use to communicate
Yet am denied the same chances as those that speak with their lips
but before the book & creator we are equal
By *Paul kasolokera Mkandawire*
Categories:
lonely(a), abuse, addiction, africa, anger,
Form: Epic
She was dancing her truth, and spinning in circles.
Her teacher was fun, named Mrs. Van Werkles.
At seven-years-old, she had life by the tail.
She passed a man carrying Saturday’s mail.
Hello Mr. B, she yelled, waving her quick little hand.
Causing a smile to relieve his sadly bruised heart band.
He loved seeing children, as innocent as this.
She was the neighborhood favorite, this sweet little miss.
His child had died, many years ago in a fire.
If he said he’d forgotten, he would be a liar.
Alone in his house, now that his third wife had left
He felt bitter, and lonely, a little bereft.
But here was this darling child, so happy and pure.
She was aiding to his happiness, giving him a cure.
Hello little girl, he said, taking out a big smile.
She had made his day joyful, for a little while.
Categories:
lonely(a), life,
Form: Rhyme
Man drinking beer
At the downstairs café on its terrace
a man in an overcoat drank beer although
it was not yet ten o`clock yet.
he looked lonely a doomed friendless
person wondering what happened
to a life that started out encouraging
I could have been a winner
hadn`t it been for the bloody divorce
in the hour of need, he was deserted.
Ok, so he hadn`t been at his best
but he contributed to house and home
he was not the cuddly kissing type
trying wife, he had worked much overtime
to avoid going home and often stayed
too long at the bar.
Nevertheless, he had been a dutiful man
paid all the bills
and this what he got loneliness.
Categories:
lonely(a), fun, future, giggle, god,
Form: Blank verse
It was not my intention to ever post in PS again
but through an open window I've caught a glimpse
and smell of what's been dumped into the soup.
No pleasure to poets will cruel deception bring
through mendacious words with a venomous sting
Clumsy are the fingers thrusting a poisoned dart
Villany flows from the arteries of a wicked heart
What keeps one hidden in fear behind a mask
lurking in shadows whilst imbibing from a flask
It's a path encrusted with derision and pretense
One a fool walks when guilt becomes immense
What price for a soul that's died too many deaths
or a life once more restored with sinister breaths
How many graves dug when loose threads unravel
Move on before the judge wields his mighty gavel
Only the naive and gullible would dare to believe
such repugnant lines written and meant to deceive
A weed in a garden, secreted among stalks of wheat
soon to wither and wilt. Such is the fate of a cheat
Vinegar in ink from a pen's nib has been interlaced
Woe to a deplorable life when it has been disgraced
Jagged, the rusted edge honed by a dour personality
In darkness looms the lonely; a hallmark of depravity
Categories:
lonely(a), introspection,
Form: Rhyme
You are my magnum opus I see you & lose focus, my past present & future rest in your eyes, every day without you a piece of me dies, you did a me on me better than I, I thought you would just take it but you joined Cobra Kai, this not a fairytale & my crane kick not workin, I doubt you would forgive me even if I bought you a Birkin, my friends ask me what I did to radicalize you, probably cheat on you & dare you to leave l would chastise you, honestly if I knew the last time was the last time for real that time, I wouldn't be sitting here writing these words that rhyme, but I guess this is what it feels like to get dumped, the land of the lonely a self inflicted slump
Categories:
lonely(a), black love, boyfriend, break
Form: Ballad
When my beloved lost his battle bravely fought for many years
All alone in deep despair each day I drowned in my own tears
Then one spring morn, just before dawn, I heard the sweetest song
A blackbird singing his morning chorus, such joy not heard for so long
The song he sang had many words, expressing his love he waxed lyrical
I felt my beloved had sent me a gift; it was truly my morning miracle
And sometimes during summer evenings for his final curtain calls
His singing calms my mind like soothing sounds as water falls
He came to me a week ago, such a welcome springtime surprise
For winter time so dark and lonely a season I often despise
I had missed him so through winter’s snow and anniversary tears
Now thrilled my morning miracle brings music to my ears
Written 15th February 2019
Contest: Music to my ears
Sponsor: Silent One
2nd place
Contest: Late Feb 2019
Sponsor: Brian Strand
1st place
Categories:
lonely(a), bird, song, uplifting,
Form: Rhyme
10 June 2017
03:13
A place so lonely a time so trying
what helps you through
who shows you the way
Flight or fight is no option
Illogical feelings through out
Only one is my logic when I am illogical
To scream and have someone scream with you
The feeling of togetherness in friendship
Awaiting the news good or bad
Isn't awaiting your fate so much
but testing your strength
A strength that falls at the wayside
To love someone for friendship
Is not to love someone for love sake
To hold someone close
Is not to hold them for love sake
Fear of openness and judgment
Blurring lines of strength and weakness
Fear and reality, darkness and light
again left with fight or flight
Days have been sombre and full of light
Nights are the cause of deepened fright
Alone and crying throughout
inside all you do is scream and shout
Categories:
lonely(a), conflict, confusion,
Form: Blank verse
Do you not know how lonely, a whip-poor-will can feel?
Listen to his aching chant, high upon that hill-
My heart too, does cry – tell me, why did it you steal?
For without you I am souless, and to live I have no will-
Categories:
lonely(a), cry, dark, heartbreak, how
Form: Rhyme
Making Love ???
Does it come from the heart ?, from a need ?, to create.
Is it biological ?, psychological ?, this desire to fornicate.
Is it Mother Natures, need to procreate, to perpetuate ?
Or is it man’s desire to feed Mother Vagina, to saturate ?
Could Love, be a deep seated desire ?,
to set the heart – lonely, a lone – on fire ?
Is Love, the gardeners need to plant a seed ?,
a wild child ?, that may become a bad weed.
The need – regardless – to feel is to love.
Making Love ???
Is all we overlook ?, tolerate ?, or rise above.
Soaring with the angels, flying with the doves,
reaching in, touching with tender, kid gloves
no matter the pain that tells of past, lost, Love’s.
B. J. “A” 2
June 7th 2004
Categories:
lonely(a), lust,
Form: Rhyme
It’s lonely a cold night of rain
And I compose me a piece
From the pattering of drops
On the steel roof
With claps of thunderbolt
And swish of the wind
Of somebody next door who
Left somebody alone song!
The tap of my feet accord
With the crack of my teeth
When there’s no one beside
To drown my heart away
A sonorous serenade
I croon into allegretto
A mellifluous drone in heart
So sad and drear
Of somebody next door who
Left somebody alone song!
Chime me you night crickets
And buzzing beetle
A piece in the cold night rain
To hype the heartbeat tempo
To wash the slumbering eyes
And feel forlorn at home
From the wailing pine
In the rush of wind
In that dark cold night rain
Of somebody next door who
Left somebody alone song!
Categories:
lonely(a), lonely, longing, lost love,
Form: Verse
Do Not Ever Deceive Me
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I Won’t wish:
Beat in lonely a pretty boy.
Hit a dog, asleep in shade.
Stone a bird singing on tree.
Rob a blind beggar returning home.
Pull an insect’s legs
Climbing a slippery wall.
Raise a barrier ere an ant
Dragging a grain toward her hole.
I’ll fear the springs,
In summers I shall den;
Rejoice with the autumns,
Leaves falling of trees;
And be delighted with the harsh winters,
Lovers can not see.
I’ll taunt the sun’s routine rise
And call it mechanical,
And tell him hasten his set
In the July’s long-day evenings.
And abhor the stars-adorn calm sky;
And greet the gruesome gloomy nights
Which roar and light,
When stormy winds blow, and still doesn’t rain.
May then wilt the leaves of trees early!
May then wither the blooming roses!
Categories:
lonely(a), romantic,
Form: Free verse
Walking past a mini soaked mattress; an empty baby stroller..
By it's side; abandoned this site she seems an open walkway his
Buildings and bricks less her awning; wondering, while their yard dogs
Barking once more wagging tails lonely a greeting calling out; the moon parting
Gray passing clouds left lingering; knowing how I love to kiss their dawn ?
Mothers with infants; an old man coughs; a young lady high on drugs
Looking for another mark yet settling for his blanket; her supreme court
Justice, untangling time's hair ? Leave it to Beaver, hopping up the White House
Stairs mass hysteria their latest gallop poll; besieging Molieric phantasms caught this
Camera of rewound mode with beautiful Ms. Monroe, applying rococo lotion about
Suffragette's nine inch nails ? Spotted off jingoisms European coast; his lochness narwhal....
Shedding her muumuu open waters flagship tourist a filibuster fiesta ? Apocrypha, in session.
Categories:
lonely(a), angel, art, autumn, drug,
Form: I do not know?
The town lay dark and sleeping,
people safe ,in beds were keeping.
Only I , restless , hounded.
walked down the street,
heart pounded.
What called me from my nightly slumber?
Something lonely, a despairing hunger.
Through the gate , a soldier stumbles,
in the distance , cannon rumbles.
Suddenly , in my arms he falls,
“1863? he said,” do you see the musket balls?”
His blood soaks through a letter,
he pushes in my hands.
“Give this to my Jeanette,
make sure she understands!”
With one last cold and wintry breath,
Like fog he disappears,
I’m bewildered , frightened,
for he didn’t know the year.
It’s 2013 now, and Jeanette is now long gone,
I keep the blood stained letter ,
in my mind the cannon echoes on.
Categories:
lonely(a), death, farewell, lost, lost
Form: Couplet
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