Long Loneliness Poems
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Ladies and Gentlemen
Step right up….
Gather round
FOR WHAT….YOU SAY
For the greatest of all gifts
The opening of a heart
An invitation to escape
The drudgery of doing
GATHER NOW
Oh wearied warriors
Surrender
To the whispered words
Of victories won
Hearts lost
And beauty
Whispered.
CLOSE YOUR EYES
And witness
Welcome the whimsy
Of a wily wind
Whistling its tales
Sharing its tears
Drawing you into its
Comedic insanity
LISTEN
To the heart
See through closed eyes
Exhale the taste of loneliness
Listen with your soul
Become one with the warrior poets
Gathered and share the wonder of life’s POETRY
I am never alive on a Smile's Journey
That is how I take pictures through views Spritually Presented
The Art through Her Eyes breathes rehabilitation into my wilted assurance
The Sun Shines reflecting perfectly in the Mirror of my Forward Motion
I swim in a sea of never before seen in scenes
that make make me feel a type of Serene
that positively effects the reilluminated sheen
that feels so invigorating, crisp and clean
The Beautification of the Waters Power of Upliftment is like YES!!!!!
in extraordinary snowflakes of Profound Exclamatories.....
She looks Alive in Her Resurrection Sundress,
and She sows the seeds of Light Renewed
Omission and oblivion are relatives of loneliness and misanthropy
Blue and grey are confidantes of depression and its lingering gloom
The blood of the Sky Blue Phoenix drops Tears of Innovative Healing
Life can be the cursive endoskeleton of the exoskeleton of a criminally unsen manuscript
As She Spins Benevolent Renovations in Her Resurrection Sundress.....
My days aren't different from those
of an ordinary guy who dreams,
who is afraid to find out in minutes
how much it will cost him in tears
losing his freedom and discovering love;
how many others have the same fears?
I haven't fallen in love yet,
waiting for another beautiful sunset...
promising my lover Heavenly kisses,
and touching her eager lips
I'll be whispering the sweet words
she wanted to hear from other guys!
The cold sky over us
has nothing but stormy clouds,
many wonderful thoughts
get buried under doubts!
I haven't fallen in love yet,
it'll take a miracle to get me out
of this prison thinking that being free
is the best thing for this lonely me!
Spring invites lovers to dream,
to explore each feeling as they get closer;
I am dreaming and imagining you near,
while desire rises in my bloodstream!
I haven't fallen in love yet,
touched Heaven and felt true joy;
will I miss another chance and be
be broken down by regret?
Often at times I gasp for air..
Out of breath I am..
Poisoned by loneliness..
Utter despair..
An emptiness of nothing..
Deep down inside..
A black void..
A void into nothing..
An empty shell..
Feeling vulnerable
Desperation takes over completely..
Trapped like an animal I feel
Within and without..
Once had so much love to give..
So much love to share..
Life was full
Accompanied with contentment..
fulfillling life it was..
The glass was full..
Full glass is gone..
Empty glass it is..
Small fragments of a once full glass..
I close my eyes..
I have a vision of Happiness..
Joy shines inward..
Joy shines outward..
Contentment shines upon me
Brilliant sun rays it is..
Glowing..
Beautifully..
Specks of stardust everywhere..
My vision so intense..
I can feel it..
Taste it
Smell it..
All my senses awakened..
I open my eyes..
The glorious vision still remains..
What it means to love?
To love means is not synonymous with
Heart breaking or bringing the brain.
Love is not measured in numbers of arguments,
Or togetherness of broken dishes experiences.
To love means is to be happy.
To glow in that person,
Not somebody else in your life,
You are paying attention with.
It's a joy from the phrases you say to each other.
It's a soul warmth that remains between you day after day.
It's that connection that keeps you from nonsense fights.
This is the feeling that makes you forget about others err,
Plunge into a new world, without despair and loneliness.
To love means is to sacrifice.
Sacrifice Myself, my Time, my Life for someone else.
To love means there is no selfishness,
Not the concept of "everything is just for me".
To love means is to be passionate,
Not burning jealousy and cold hugs.
To love means is knowing that if you die tomorrow
This person will not give you up,
But will remain by your side,
Until the last suffocating second.
Real-Life Demogorgons
Life felt like Hawkins—
quiet streets hiding screaming sirens.
Mind Flayers weren’t fiction anymore;
they learned my name.
I was lost like Will,
vanished between breaths,
woke up shivering
in an Upside Down crib—
air thin, walls breathing fear.
I walked on jagged glass,
barefoot in my own thoughts.
Locked inside my skull,
my body spasmed with truths unsaid.
My mind—flayed
not by monsters,
but by my own sins.
Arggh!
I wanted out.
The Demogorgon loomed—
faceless, black, relentless.
Should I speak this pain aloud,
or bury my life
in a pit of silence?
No—
I heard footsteps of the other me,
the one who survived.
Friends became flickering lights,
stringing hope through the dark,
showing me a path I couldn’t see alone.
I was found—
not dead,
but drowning
in endless shadows,
Eaten by real-life Demogorgons
with familiar faces:
fear, shame, loneliness.
Yet here I stand—
scarred, shaking, breathing—
proof that monsters are real,
but so is salvation.
I felt the passing of a butterfly over my grave
Dancing gracefully over my silent and still body
This butterfly could have no idea what lay beneath
For I might have been something close to human
Or something as different and far away as the sun
But the silence of the graveyard was chilling
Interrupted only by the sound of fluttering wings
And a fragile hope that maybe life has meaning
I felt the passing of a butterfly over my grave
Chasing away the demons of a forgotten yesterday
This butterfly could have no idea what lay beneath
For an act so gruesome that it stained my hands in scarlet
The blood of an innocent reflected in the shadow of evil
And the silence of the graveyard was chilling
Interrupted only by the sound of fluttering wings
And a fragile hope that a better tomorrow awaits
I felt the passing of a butterfly over my grave
Trying to pave a way to the other side of sorrow
This butterfly could have no idea what lay beneath
The bittersweet remnants of a forgotten, but cherished, love
Echoing throughout a lifetime of forgotten memories
But the silence of the graveyard was chilling
Interrupted only by the sound of fluttering wings
And a fragile hope that maybe life has meaning
I felt the passing of a butterfly over my grave
Chasing away the demons of a forgotten yesterday
This butterfly could have no idea what lay beneath
For I might have been something close to human
The blood of an innocent reflected in the shadow of evil
And the silence of the graveyard was chilling
No longer interrupted by the sound of fluttering wings
The sound died with any hope of a meaningful life
I chose to love
Embraced bitter sweet love
My mind's patched
My heart's banded up
Yet it heals to be fibrosed
To never beat like before
All a consequence of loving
Loving has never been more difficult
But do I still will to love
You are damn right , I do
Cos it's my way out of a dystopian life
Love's hurts are like butter to bread compared to my dystopian woes
Finding love was always a daydream until I grew wings and escaped back to reality
You don't know how many times I died inside in loneliness
You can't fathom my heavy burdens
I have appeared all fresh superficially but deep down I dessicated multi-ply
Love was my savior, my guarding grace
Unbending
As I push my toes deep into the cool sand, I sit on the beach listening to the rhythmic crashing of the ocean waves. A slight chill runs through my body as a cool sea breeze blows across the sandy shore.
Gazing out across the vast blue sea, the sun sits, glowing softly on its horizon. As the light begins to fade all around me, I am covered in a blanket of loneliness. My life, up to this point has been marred with continuous failings in love.
But then, I met Annie, and it was the first time my life had meaning. She filled the void in my heart that has been empty for so long. But yet, I feel I have lost her due to my selfish arrogance, and spiteful words that I had said.
She took me as I was, and she loved me for who I was. There was no need to pretend, but now I feel I have lost a piece of my soul. As I sit here contemplating my life’s worth, I feel a hand gently touch my shoulder.
As I look around in astonishment, I see my beloved Annie kneeling beside me. With tears in her eyes and a radiant smile on her face, I turn around and take her into my arms.
Her warm touch, her sweet smell completes my world, my life, my soul, and as I whisper “I’m sorry” into her ear, I feel her warm tears on my skin as she pulls me in closer. I knew at that moment; our unyielding love could never be broken.
V.M. Tackett
It must be 8 years plus now
Without a lover
The touch of another
And I am 44 years of age
Do you think that is strange?
Because I know others do
I know people question
And given the circumstances so would I
What is wrong with him
Is he Arthur or is he Mather
But the simple truth is
I have become so good
At being on my own
My lust has gone
For putting upon
My happiness unto another
If I have made it thus far
And I set the bar above my station
Then what the hell
Is the point of letting go
Of what I am accustomed
What I have learned to miss
Yes I do miss
But I can live with
An empty bed
And the loneliness in my head
And my heart of heart's
That other's seem to can't
I am not blunt or dead inside
And the though of arriving home alone
Sows ever increasing regret
But I still haven't met
The 1 to break the cycle
And I don't think I ever will
And there is no pill
No epiphany
No solution
No resolution
But thankfully
I can rely on the fact
It doesn't consume my time
My shoulders are broad
And I can ill afford
To fall victim of love
Although everyone wants me 2
And so do i
But if it has not happened yet
Then so be it
It's not the end of the world
It is what it is