Funny Lonely Poems | Examples

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loneliness is my illness

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.
© zay kenter  Create an image from this poem.


A Ghost Story

"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."

The Song of the Lonely Praying Mantis



~
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

~

Blood Type: O-verwhelmingly Lonely

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?"

Sparky: The Phantom Dog

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.
© david Low  Create an image from this poem.


Graveyard Cook

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.
© Joe Flambo  Create an image from this poem.

Premium MemberA Bottle Half Full

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

My Father's Ghost

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

Weird Looks

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?

Premium MemberI Wandered Lonely As a Word


" 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

Premium MemberRefugee

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
© Dave Cox  Create an image from this poem.

Inside My Fatherland

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

Premium Memberlonely baker

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.

Premium MemberA Lonely Silence

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.

Premium MemberFish

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!

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