Lonesomeness Poems | Examples

A Better Be

I feel alone
The type where I choose to be
It was unknown
Yet known to be me

Im alone and I love it
Im lonely and confuse
Its lonesomeness to keep
Its loneliness I refuse

I left everything
Why do someone always bother?
Who held something?
Guess it’s always myself who falter…

Time and again, I fell
Again with time, I upheld
Behind lies I hide well
Against truth I cannot dwell

Was a type I chose to be
A type only too well known
I have chosen to be me
Is why I’m best alone

Lonesome

“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 warm feelings where love’s wishes excite.

Soundless moments, revealing wise anecdotes,
In life’s songs, blushing in hues of kindest grace,
Offerings of true devotion held by quotes.

Beyond life’s forlorn prayers, silence will chase,
Trembling faith, always aware and always there,
With belief in love’s gifts, no doubt can erase.

Despite that lonesome ache, life holds no despair,
Because we know that our God is everywhere!

A Journey of Hope

In the solitude of my existence, a 
sentiment of lonesomeness clings to me
like a specter, its icy fingers gripping my 
soul.

As I strive to conceal the abyss within, it
only deepens, a voracious shadow 
swallowing me whole.

What amplifies this unfortunate plight originates 
from my sole refuge, my fragile 
lantern in the daunting night.

I have come to embrace the bittersweet, 
yet empowering realization that I am my 
own unwavering support.

And in the presence of love's uncertain 
possibility, I stand on the precipice of a 
vast, uncharted sea, its waves of doubt 
crashing against the shore.

Yet, hope shall prevail.

Choice

In the darkest days of indecision
I lay in my lonesomeness
dazzled by the uncertainties of my desires.

Just then
 I flashed back to the sweetest memory of your smile 
driving me into the coldest of sweet sensation.

The feeling in a glimpse soon found an in-depth elation,
 running through my spine, that lit up  a smile
 spreading fast like a ripple in the deep see.

At this point, it was clear
 that I had been clenched by your deepest warmth of affection
which has subdued the entirety of my  indecisiveness.

 Like a light bulb, illuminating a  gloom, 
I felt a light of strength in my heavy heart. 
The smile on my face became so deep
 that I felt like a throng was gazing.

The thoughts of you became a catalyst to a swift transition 
from the solitude that had almost eaten deep into my mood.
 Overwhelmed with joy, and in silence,
 I Affirmed: " it could only be you"

I may have made wrong choices, but chosing you is the best of them,
 and I will always choose you in a million time.

Rich Wail of the Impoverished

Up the hill upon a rickety stool
I watched afloat
With clouds of lonesomeness for company
The richest streams flow
From a source of dreams they come 
The wails a song so rich, yet the reality of the source so poor
Oh! Oh! Destiny unfulfilled, regrets come to life
It is a clash of reality that was, reality that is and reality yet to be

Hope, the fight that is our nature faintly lingers
Can he go on? Where is his chance? Does it exist at all?
With a chest heave and a pinch of optimism, the stage is set for reality yet to be
With the strings of destiny for a guide
Tomorrow takes root in the present
It is not his chance, destiny repeats it’s self
Oh! Oh! Destiny is yet again unfulfilled
Regrets roots even deeper and the clash continues like it never was

An endless loop of dreams flowing as tears 
For that is the controversial destiny of the majority living and hoping for a destiny of the minority

                                                                                                                                                                    
                                                                                            Onen Aaron

Showers

the heat of the water 
is poorly distributed; 
her heart still aches - 
cold, 
her tears still shed

past discussions fly by, 
the recall of unwanted faces -
it’s a horde of sadness 
and dread

she embraces her chest, 
her hands travel her sides; 
it’s an act of lonesomeness -
she is touch deprived

An An Alone Gathering- -

aN An Alone Gathering- -

'Loneliness!' I, 'think I am of alone.'
Alone in the spirit, mind and tongue
Alone whole always known
This that I am alone

That splendid homesickness 
Wishes for the gatherings
the stage fright brought such sorrow
I wished for not to borrow
In there stepped a nagging helplessness
Much I marveled this lonely deadliness, yet

The lonely, longing, lurching thus I’m not rehearsing
I heard of the lonely, I am one
 Loveless soling beyond help
in near stepped a shod purposelessness
that moment my soul grew more lonely
I heard a single, insecure racketing

All my mind and soul in me racketing
I remember I was desolating
My mind always strays to insecurities
Much I marveled the vagrant lonesomeness
Come together with the many have not no one an enemy


3/5/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©

Said I Alone- -

ALONE!, said I, things of individualism;
The sheer solo existence, separations
Back into my memories soloing;
What could there be more purely fascinating?

I crave I the straight, smelly solitaire,
That moment my soul grew as a lone star;
Awesome yet so rare…
The crowded populace was quite far;
My emotional state suffered scars;
Help me, someone…all
The silent solitude soloing;
Through which came marooning, marooning, marooning;
Stuck in my soul, mind and spirit;
No other one would come near me they fear it…
Ah, distinctly I was separating

I crave the luckless, lonely alone
Lonesomeness, I didn’t want to go home;
Help me, help me someone;
The sheer solo existence, separation;
Back into my memories soloing;
What could there be more purely fascinating?
Shanty… I just live my life separate from the populace

...I shall just be left




















ALONE





12/15/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©

Waiting On Butterflies

Waiting For Butterflies


Waiting to go on
Waiting to get on
Waiting to get caught
Waiting for the start of a poetry reading
Waiting to get on with my life
Waiting for the stars to recognize me
Waiting for my light to shine
Waiting to move on to the next step
Waiting on the steps
Waiting on a park bench
watching life and people go by
Children running barefoot in the grass
Dog owners walking dogs and dogs walking people
People of the same sex flirting with each other in the public square
Waiting to find romance and even love again
Waiting for the next job interview
Waiting for my cell phone to just f-ing ring
Waiting for some kind of positional transformation
from rags to riches
from lonesomeness to couples playing footsie under the covers
Waiting like Godot or the second coming
Waiting to catch a butterfly
But how do you even catch a butterfly
 its been said that you don't catch a butterfly
A butterfly catches you
Still waiting


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Forlorn

In my heart there's no longer 
loneliness from longing for love.
Finally found someone to love, 
but he is my silent sorrow manifest.

In my chest there's still even now 
a prolonging lonesomeness.
Finally found somewhere to live, 
but it is my isolating incubation erect.

In my head there's still me, myself, 
and I comforting my lonely heart.
Finally found someway to befriend, 
but they are my persona's karma manifest.

In my soul there's no longer 
loneliness from longing for love.
Finally found some truth of whom I am, 
but my heart's still filled with loneliness.

Poetry and Fame

Cloud up my sky
Like it's August once again
Tear up my eye 
With your beauty and your pain
Kiss me butterfly
And watch my lonesomeness wane
Because thoughts of you gives me a sigh
And makes my feelings remain

Go ahead and ask me why
I smile when I hear your name 
It's all because you are my high
And you drive me insane 
Please don't give me that eye
Because we're one and the same
And for you I'd lie
In the pool of poetry and fame

Love Abandoned

Ten word contest 4-8-18.JAN ALLISON 

Yesterday I let go of tenderness, 
Love, ask for my reason of neglect,
I replied, while heartbreak echoed out my voice
Long ago I anxiously awaited your harvest,

A once plentiful necessity, yet now a desolate undesired affection,
Which brewed up toxic tempest leaving me in devastation; a uncontrollable destruction of emotionless,
Resembling a untamed bull holding crimson in it's wild eyes, 
Causing a furious rampage within  life I've forgotten,

Depression' s darkening shadow distorted my futures vision,
As I drift softly in to a sea of misery,  Sanity's shore disappeared out of existence,
Loneliness a misty sweat sticking to my skin like humidity,

Lost forever with thoughts of false passion; I deeply buried my compassion's grace,
As it lay rested with peace, I reflect emptiness; appearing to the opposite sex a mislead mortal, I abandon love's softly caress,

A yearning intermittently conceiving; my own realistic nightmare of lonesomeness

Fugitive

I am learning  how to leave
how to hug many lonely roads
walk through the roads in pains
how to mourn those lost brothers
without feeling guilty-wandering
this is what life has taught me:
how to pack my bag and walk,
walk to the river bank and stay
I've been forgotten in between
fingers, two unequal fingers
i know I am a street shattered,
littered with  filth agonies.
finding home in a graveyard 
finding solace in the bosom of
emptiness and foilage of vacant
lonesomeness taught me this:
how to name the street a home
how to hold death in my pocket
how to talk to the wind as a friend
building sadness and excitement 
when a dice of stupidity is thrown
fools like me look for gold of sanity 
these broken poems in my head
hurts, wish I could split them like
Igbos' hearts, like Edo and Delta! 
the history created has made me 
learn more on how to lose home 
in every moon, in every star
but am afraid of what the streets
talk about me in their closet.


Yours Poetically 
©John Chizoba Vincent

Semper Fidelis

For aught we know 
Love sometimes plays two hearts... 
There are times that 
Love is ironic 

We need to get hurt, 
To love. 
We need to lie 
Just to tell the truth. 
We need to feel the pain 
In order to show that we really care. 

We became strangers to ourselves. 
When eccentric feelings 
Strike us 
Lonesomeness comes in 

The road to real, true love 
Did never run smooth 
For it takes to travel the 
Coarse, foggy, moments of relationship..

Deficiency

Flexibility of my print
Instability of a firm objective
Enamored by the mood thus sent
Could not decree my soul deflective.

Preconception designed for illness,
Hovering circumstances fixed
Longing to make well the stillness
And discard this faithless bother immixed.

Considered informed so much as insightful 
I credit deficiency to lonesomeness frightful.

Directly the detriment does dismount
Just as was envisioned 
And I am earning my just case,
As is quite honestly provisioned.

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