Funny Lonely Poems | Examples
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loneliness is a funny thing you can be near people you know and who love you, and still feel alone.
loneliness is something that everyone feels at some point in our lives.
loneliness is something we all want until we have it.
loneliness is something that haunts us all.
it comes when we least expect it.
loneliness is a feeling of isolation.
isolation happens when you want to be alone but at the same time you want someone to hold you and tell you you'll be okay.
when we need someone to hold onto but there is no one ready to hold you they will tell you sorry for your pain.
they don't know how to comfort you or be there for you and your problems.
you still feel lonely just even more then before.
you'll always feel more alone then you were originally..
loneliness always creeps into our lives when we are most alone.
when we let our guard down loneliness strikes.
loneliness is a illness.
its my sickness that wont leave me alone.
isolation is my weakness.
"I want to die in your bed
With bittersweet memories,
And a drunken head.
Never want to be alone,
Not for a single moment.
I am scared, scared of the ghost -
That lonely soul in the white garment.
Funny, nowadays I'm feeling lonely too
Maybe that ghost is a mirage of mine,
BOO!
Now, why are you going away,
Leaving me, creating this wound?
Don't you know I can't run after you,
I'm an ancient tree -
A lonely sentinel, deeply soil-bound!
Okay then, let's accept it as my fate
Watching alone this never-ending night,
Dying alone, no resurrection -
This realisation and the sudden fright."
~
Way out there in the meadow
where the wildflowers sing
Sat a lonely praying mantis,
such a funny looking thing
From within the petal'd choir
came a perfect summer song
So, he climbed upon a bluebell
and began to sing along
His voice, a lovely harmony,
now echoed on the breeze
To drift above the columbine,
meander through the trees
The sound so mesmerizing,
whisper soft along the rim
As if, now Sunday morning,
with a most angelic hymn
When then he noticed something,
as his lyrics came out loud
It seems his morning ballad,
had attracted quite a crowd
He finished serenading,
as he took a breath to pause,
To hear the other mantis,
clap a chorus of applause
From that day forth his singing,
was now heard about the land
Each meadow he did visit,
found that he was in demand
so,
it seems this praying mantis,
with his fans who do adore
His prayers have all been answered,
he's not lonely anymore
~
By moonlit nights, I prowl with grace,
No mirror shows my pale, sharp face.
Stake through heart? Please, not today—
I dodge those stakes and run away.
Garlic bread? You think I'll drool?
I've got a stash behind the stool.
Sunlight's foe? A mild complaint,
Sunscreen 50 is my saint.
I drink your blood, but don't take fright—
It's just a snack to get me right.
No veins harmed, I swear, no mess,
Just need my iron, I confess!
Yet deep inside this fangy guise,
Loneliness behind my eyes.
Immortal curse, eternal night,
A shadow lost without the light.
So laugh at myths of vampire dread,
But think of all the tears I've shed.
I'm just a feature of the night,
Trying to keep my teeth polite.
I tried to date on Tinder once,
But "Undead" marked me as a dunce.
They matched, then screamed, then blocked my chat,
Just 'cause I asked, "May I taste that?"
I've never, ever seen my dog,
'Cause he does not exist.
I try to explain this fact to him,
But the truth he does resist.
He says to me, "I have no bowl."
I say, "You do not eat."
He says, "We never go for walks."
I say, "You have no feet."
But he insists, "I bark all day."
I say, "No one can hear."
And he persists, "I chase the cats."
I say, "They do not fear."
These awful truths enrage him so,
He says that he will fight me!
I say to him, "You have no teeth,
How are you going to bite me?"
He sadly runs away from me,
In a hurry to depart.
I fear I may have wounded him,
Though I know he has no heart.
He sits alone in his doghouse,
Like him it is not there,
Howling at the lonely Moon,
And only I'm aware.
What to do about this phantom dog?
Only one thing, I feel.
Tomorrow, I'll go to the pound,
And try to make him real.
The short order cook is getting delirious at five in the morning
Beads of sweat showing under his funny hat
As he stares blankly at the eight new orders on the wheel,
And wonders when the drunks
Will all have enough and go home.
I’m one of the drunks
From a short order night
The band was hot
And the girls were swingin
But alas I finally walk out with no easy over lady.
And the waitress,
Scrambled yellow blond,
Takes my order
And adds it to the wheel.
More beads of sweat from the short order cook.
And he yells
“HERE’S YOUR ORDER STUPID”
to the scrambled yellow waitress.
“DON’T CALL ME STUPID!”
But she knows
He’ll give her
biscuits and gravy after it’s all over.
But in the meantime
It’s the drunks
On the other side of the counter
From this short order night
Eggs over easy
Pigs in a blanket
Hash browns and toast
Heartache and coffee
Yea, the short order cook plows on
And knows
That the nine orders on the wheel
Will not cook themselves.
He’s been on the other side too.
A lonely lady who was despairing
Was in need of some urgent repairing
So since she was alone
Plus no man on the phone
A bottle of wine made a good pairing
The man whose supposed to love me the most;
has hurt me the most, isn’t that funny?
Was it because I resembled you,
Or was it that I reminded you of the innocence once stolen from you?
Maybe it was the resentment that built up,
Due to the lies you sold yourself as an excuse to keep drinking
Why was it though, that you’d rob me of any opportunity to believe someone could love me?
Was it too much to imagine,
a life where I received the unconditional love which was absent in yours?
Whatever it may be, I forgive you
Because I cannot fathom existing another day with this anchor in my heart
I tried my best to save you, but I learned there is no saving
And that’s when I knew, the problem didn’t lie in me;
It was always you
See,
I don’t blame myself anymore, and I don’t place blame on you
I’ve chosen to accept you, all your broken pieces to
I only hope there’s a chance for us, to finally, heal our wounds
I'm afraid of your weird looks again
I'm just trying to joke with you guys
[REDACTED] made the same joke yesterday
Why isn't it funny anymore?
I don't understand
What is this code you all have?
" I wandered lonely as a cloud "
~William Wordsworth ~
I wandered lonely as a word
In quest of beauty not yet told;
Once found, I’m pining to be heard
And stir your slumb’ring core. Behold!
Poetic words don’t cease to sway
Keen hearts and minds, in sharp array.
Whether depicted or conveyed,
Wise ways with words keep us in awe:
They move, evoke, impart and stay,
Leaving the readers craving more.
Figures of speech - incessant fun,
Cracking my funny bone, no pun.
We struggle oft to stay afloat
Searching for answers, right from wrong -
Through words’ might in a message mode -
We feel like one, where all belong.
Don’t underestimate a word
The feather’s fall outweighs the sword.
When on my couch I lie to read -
Be it downcast or uplift moods -
The words of wonder take a lead
In pensive plight of solitude.
And lost I am as words dance by,
No longer lonely wander I.
September 20, 2022
Refugee
I caught myself, my bad side. in the mirror
Of someone else’s face. I stopped mocking
No longer thinking it funny and placed my
Feet in the shoes they had to wear.
In my cynical mind it was a comedy
In theirs a moment of indecision, worry.
Go home to a war zone or stay here in safety, no brainer.
But here is not home.
They left: three-day journey by car. Dangerous in itself.
An escape made three months before, as missiles rained
And debris crashed around them. Scrambled essentials
Into a case, picked up the cat, dropped off spare keys.
But there’s nowhere like home compared to the life
Of a refugee.
Easy looking in, do the right thing as if a robot.
Joke about stupidity, as you see it. Life is a tragedy
And I can’t imagine what I’d do if I were a refugee.
David Cox 19/08/22
Very funny how it is easy to be lonely in a city of millions
Very Crazy how it all goes from bustling and noisy
To killing the night in a cold-blooded silence
The night becomes so silent
The beat of my heart screams louder
Than a pregnant woman in labour
At a General Hospital with no electricity power supply
A simple indication that once again
I am back to the trenches of my loneliness
Where thoughts of what tomorrow holds
In a faulty system
Hunts my mental health
Rapes my subconscious
And leaves my hope hopeless
Praying crosses my mind
But that will be me joining millions to pray amiss
Maybe I just need a willing to cheat Miss
To come fill my lonely night with sonorous moans of pleasure
!
My pocket cannot sponsor my desire for pleasure
Maybe I should end it all
Once and for all
©ABSOL
once a breadmaker named peas
his shop it smelled of stale cheese
so patrons complained
and a court arraigned
he'd open after a breeze.
At times the echo of my voice,
lingers far too long.
Something that wasn't my choice.
But results when another has gone.
Being alone I have found,
how loud silence can be.
So I speak, creating sound.
Carrying on a conversation with me.
I ask and answer my own questions,
and laugh when I say something funny.
I consider my own suggestions,
listening to my advice about money.
A lonely silence, all that you hear.
But you are unable to walk away.
It is within, so it's always near,
sadly, this companion will stay.
So I fill the hours of the day,
talking nonstop to no one there.
The heartfelt words that I say,
mean nothing, going nowhere.
Oh to be a fish, what a fine life it must be,
Swimming all day long in its very own sea.
Floating among the greens and the rocks,
Diving for food with the eye of a hawk.
If only you knew what life is really like,
I know you'd be a dog rather than a pike.
Living in a glass bowl filled with water stone and sand,
Swimming back and forth without a foot or hand.
Yes the water is soft and the scenery is fine.
Some would say it's a good life
But it's not theirs...
it's mine!