Lonely(A) Poems - Poems about Lonely(A)

being alone is nothing like feeling alone...

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The Stubborn Heart” Stubborn as stone, he stands his ground, Words like rivers, he won't let them drown. Eyes set firm, with fire and pride, Even truth must wait till he's tried. He sees threats wherever he may go, Every word—a weapon poised to throw. Sharp as knives, his cold replies, Send chills down spines and truth to lies. He hides his pain, but...

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I sit alone where the gravestones moan    And wicked winds wail wild Where willows weep and shifting shadows creep    And the dark is deep and defiled Ghostly sighs where the lantern light dies    Death spoke my name in a sable rain With a voice both grave and grim Tapped his bone on the cold gravestone As a...

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A queen banished from the land she loved She is still treated with the respect due her Yet all she can do is watch out a window Hoping to someday be allowed home To walk among the people she treasured And, once again, be with the man she loves © Poem – XIX/VII/MMXXV LRET ...

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A queen banished from the land she loved She is still treated with the respect due her Yet all she can do is watch out a window Hoping to someday be allowed home To walk among the people she treasured And, once again, be with the man she loves © Poem – XIX/VII/MMXXV LRET ...

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One step away from waves that play. In that fresh light, he let go that night. I thought back then, that was all it had been. I stayed to see each wave hit me. With heart shut tight, no stars in sight. My hands let go, they moved so slow. Each night I'd fall inside the call— the thoughts so loud, the cries unbowed. Maybe it's me who made him flee… But how...

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finally summer arrived with all its charms and promises yet somehow i'm finding myself still waiting for your return appreciation growing mostly for my sacred peace within Submitted on July 17, 2025 for contest HALF PASTSUMMER, TWO MONTHS TILL FALL sponsored by ANDREA DIETRICH...

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Not Invited When it’s that time of year for beer and reunion For high-jinks and thoughts and comradely communion And having a party to be reunited There’s one who won’t be there – who wasn’t invited. I don’t like to dance or to wear fancy dress. I don’t feel the need to get up and impress. To watch drunken foolishness makes my...

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A porcelain vein under my skin, Open burning of doll's eyes, Girl rising to a pink end — This just daybreak Open burning of doll's eyes, Black fire in her hair, Girl rising to a pink end — ~Remember~ her shelf life, bare Black fire in her hair, Girl rising to a pink end, ~Remember~ her shelf life, bare — A porcelain...

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In the quiet of my lonely room, Your laughter echoes, a distant tune, Time zones stretch, and miles divide, A love once close now feels like a sigh. Letters linger, words on the screen, Each message a hope, a flicker unseen, Days turn to shadows, weeks follow fast, ...

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what's that? who's this? what am i doing? why am i here? i have so many questions about, well, everything. i'm expected to know so much but i feel like i don't know anything. the brain of a highschooler is an interesting one. i can list fact after fact about chemical bonds, the civil war, why the sky is blue... but i couldn't tell you my favorite food. my favorite...

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In just a day, I lost my father, my mum, and my only two siblings, I became the only member of my family: my own father, my own mother, my own siblings. I was left to s~w~i~m the ocean a l o n e... I was like the only spared t^r^e^e of...

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Sitting in my old armchair By the open loggia door Am I here, or back there Where I’ve been before? In the stilllness of the night Sounds of racing cars Mingle with the distant light Of the faded stars I look out into the dark Little lights around Cannot put on me the mark Of this foreign bound Its a saddest joke, this land...

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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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