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Loners

few step into their world
most just orbit

loners are never lonely

social
part-time sociopaths
must mix and mingle

but loners

they never have to find themselves
for they are not lost

while the many
are too many

Categories: loners, poetry,
Form: Free verse

Wandering Loners

In a semi-vast
universe, 
with no one but I 
and the thought that
in a distant
someone lonely
maybe
is also wandering,
bearing same thought as mine,
in his semi-vast
universe too---

In time,
in a perfect sculpted
moment they say,
we’ll meet
because 
it’s meant to be
Just like in the movies,
a scenario
of two 
wandering loners
in a semi-vast universe,
birthed to meet
and 
be enamored by each other.

Categories: loners, destiny, love, universe,
Form: Free verse

For All the Outcasts and Loners In Life

“Where was God,” you ask, “when I needed Him?
     When I felt cast out and all alone? Spurn'd
     by my peers for being poor!? All I learn'd,”
you persist, “is that here people condemn
you for just being different, too. To them,”
     you add with

Categories: loners, anger, childhood, god, hope,
Form: Sonnet

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Loners

Is there safety in numbers
Or are you better alone
For you can set your own
Pace this way

And answer when you want
Loners aren't always lonely
And you get to be
What you want to be.

© Paul Warren Poetry

Categories: loners, life, loneliness,
Form: Free verse

Loners Need Space

I frequently have a day,
When I merely need space;
To clear my mind of things,
And get thoughts in place.

I've little to talk about,
No worthwhile thing to share.
Eyes frozen on something,
I just sit, think, and stare.

I think about moot things,
Or perhaps friends I've known.
Dredged deep from my past,
For whom fondness has grown.

So don't take it personal,
Those times

Categories: loners, space,
Form: Lyric

The Midnight Bliss of a Loners Heart

The midnight bliss of a loner’s heart,
Circulates and illuminates like the crescent moon,
His cries instruments, violently strummed by angels
Creating and perfecting the sound of thunder
His dreams clouds raining down like
Tears, on his dirt ridden face
Without a trace his emotions
Dissipates like the voice of the woman
A woman who once whispered
I love ……..

Categories: loners, sad
Form: Free verse