Lonesome Poems - Poems about Lonesome

POTD 24TH April 2025 In acknowledgement to Michael Tor for the invitation to collaborate and create a music video on this heart rendering ballad of the Lonesome Whippoorwill. Thank you for the opportunity Michael, it was indeed an honor. This is a shortened version to fit the video. “The Lonesome Whippoorwill” is a heart-stirring ballad of...

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Our childhood home in old Monroe Is now home to someone I do not know I knocked once but was left standing Alone and waiting on the patio Like when we waited for Dad many years ago My family sold it when they up and moved away Under some spell or hopeful for a change Sometimes people...

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In the darkness of the night, with the beautiful stars above. There's a lonesome Whippoorwill. Calling out for his Dear love. Crooning songs he sadly sings. Wishing she comes back to him. Memories of her by his side. Pained his heart way deep inside. Each night he wonders why? She doesn't answer or replies! Minutes turned into hours, there's no response! "Oh please...

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I thought this noxious pain would abandon my agonized heart after a while I thought if I could write better it would ease on me Maybe my tacks were wrong, I couldn't find my way to exist, still a character of a juvenile They mocked my will, my reasons, my need to smile No matter how old, never will...

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Sea, who breaks against the shore, reveals the anguish soul’s soundless urge to feel the mist of impatient waves remembering the solace, the soothing, the sanctity beautiful waters scraping against the sand – a sensitive peace that has the upper hand, the whimsical story grace falling across the land… mountains, climbing toward the summer sky, raised hesitant to softly cry, moaning...

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Shadowed in mist, she rises Mountains alive with ancient tales, Cloaked in faded stories, history Whispered on the nights in breathless tales Pastel moments, promises, echoed Across the horizon, silent dreams ...

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Forgetful mind, On the lonesome road, Yet the road I love....

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Yearning for what once was Take me to a time of love that once was A simpler time just me and you Sitting under the sun Daisies a few Mildew a plenty Rivers flowing free without any envy Do you yearn for what once was? A time and a place just because Love the way I love It seems too much...

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1. Jesus was with the Father all the time, A. He knew the past. ...

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Up the long and winding road With a sorrow for my load A mother's breath, could be her last Hoping to make it there fast February 24, 2024, PST, SPC...

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“Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.” —Maya Angelou Lonesomeness dreads the twinkling afore sleep falls, Soft and soundless, blessing with the hues of night, Rustling peace through the soul after darkness calls. Wonders shimmering, more lovely than starlight, In dreams, where hope’s music plays its gentle notes, Stirring...

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I tread a lonesome path, as heartache beats in haunting echoes, searching for solitude. As the world retreats from view, sorrows increase when you're unseen. I've become a ghost on distant shores. Moonlight my last trusted confidant, stars a mentor on silent nights. I hear wayward winds whisper, unspoken soothing rhythms, but vibes feel barren, bare and broken. A sole soul, lost in time. ...

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two cell phones ran into each other on some street friends I think world has changed though and stood side by side known yet unknown an awkward greeting then sliding into silence like an old western gunfight suddenly a duet of ring tones that has taken music hostage they reached for their souls lost in a maze to see who had the...

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Death Of The Old Cowboy On The Lonesome Range Ravenous wolf pack, ripping and tearing red-stain bloody meat from his dead horse flank much better the dead horse than me he thought as he looked up at hot sun glaring. Dreaming now, his beautiful gal holding tight aching head laid in her luxurious lap mused what sorry cowboy sight this is an old...

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LONESOME TRAILS   Trails of a long lonesome journey, Still has memoirs, leaving imprints behind. Ensuing the winding path, through avalanche and gorge far and wide, a lone traveller seeking solace, betwixt the expanse of the world.   The wind muttered secrets, carrying echoes of buried tales, each step leaving an ineffaceable mark, embossed upon the tapestry of time. Through thick forests of ambiguity, and deserts of unanswered questions, In...

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