Lonely Longing Poems | Examples
These Lonely Longing poems are examples of Longing poems about Lonely. These are the best examples of Longing Lonely poems written by international poets.
Searching for a unicorn:
a fool’s errand at best.
That such a thought would come to mind,
I never would have guessed.
The likelihood one might be found
is quite small, at least soon.
It’s possible there’s only one
betwixt here and the moon.
Vivacious, oh so agile -
they’re light upon their feet.
From sturdy stock, not fragile
and quirky, fun, offbeat.
If you would chase a unicorn,
you’ll have to learn her haunts,
slip quiet to her secret place
to find out what she wants.
I’m dubious I’ll find again
a creature of such class;
I’m hoping if I manage to,
she’ll like a lowly ass.
Two faint stars meet at the edge of night,
Sharing one moment in the hush of twilight.
They cannot contend with the rising Sun,
Nor ask the morning what they have begun.
So they shelter together beneath each other's umbrella,
Sharing a glance, a chance, to write their brief novella.
In a prison cell that fairly reeked
I heard the song my soul never seeked,
an eternal, sorrowful lament
encircled by rats, steel and cement.
Freedom or hope could never emerge,
just a woeful, wailing dirge.
Once, you held the golden key,
but said your love was not for me,
condemning me to this lonely cell,
a strangely cold and desolate hell.
Now that I've lived my last sad day,
my heart and soul, wasted away.
Dear lady, I leave you just this scrawl
written on a prison wall.
I put my arms around you, your heart melts into mine;
the borders of your anguish I can easily define.
There is no need for language explaining agony,
I perceive a griever’s heartache in black telepathy.
Your landscape is familiar, I know one similar
in the trackless barren places, in the lonely city spaces
where people neither know nor care.
I gleaned shriveled fruit from withered vines,
crushed, distilled, and drank the acrid wine.
I climbed the treeless summit, trekked the tundra of despair,
heard the mountain winds dark harmony
to a mourning mother’s keening prayer.
I know because my heart has heard
within its depths your soundless words.
Copyright, July 11, 2026
Two weary hearts call out in yearning song,
both searching for a dream to heal their soul.
The touch of love's been absent for so long;
their needs grow bold as passion takes control.
Each lonely spirit hears the other's cry
and journeys quickly to that gentle tone.
Upon approach, a bond they can't deny
as twin flames melt into a fire that's grown.
The blaze engulfs their hearts as beats combine,
a perfect union formed within this heat.
Consumed by adoration so divine
they feel that restoration is complete.
Surrounded by a newfound love to share,
they know this is the answer to their prayer.
Hither and thither
to there and beyond
wondering whence and wherefore.
Each way is scattered far and wide
lost in every crack, nook and cranny
until a withering wily wanton wind blows it.
To and fro, there and thence to yonder and back again.
For, not all paths that wander are lost
nor are lonely white cloud formations
with all the world is before them
meandering to hither thither
and yon.
Mother Nature played games and hid
things from this lonely kid.
She put a starfish in the sea
and a walnut in a tree -
but that was just the easy part.
I never found your heart.
I’m lonely for your face,
the sound you made as you passed
with such mild pronouncements in your step.
The door through which you walked
remembers well how you beguiled
the night with summer romance
and the magic sighing of your hair.
I miss, too, your tender fingers
renewing the seasons
and the hopeful folly of my mind.
Somehow, as you went, you always knew
all the secrets wherewith moonlight spread,
avoiding brutish occlusions and rough winds,
all the disturbed waters of my life.
Now, you walk where rivers murmur,
hushed in the sweet silence of your smile,
never to be forgotten, ever to reappear.
Christopher M. Swan, “Song of Susan,” 2008
She wanders where the salt-mist clings,
A pale silhouette on the shore,
While in her heart, a sorrow sings
For him who sails the deep once more.
Her gown is woven from the spray,
Her eyes are mirrors of the tide;
She watches through the dying day
With nowhere left for grief to hide.
The waves deliver only foam,
The gulls cry out a lonely plea;
She waits for him to turn for home,
From out the dark and restless sea.
Though seasons shift and stars turn cold,
And years dissolve in silver light,
Her vigil remains as it was of old,
A phantom flame against the night.
Why is the sky blue
why is the grass green
why can't I tell you
to me you are everything
Why does the world spin
why does the moon glow
why am I so afraid
to let my love for you show
I always been that guy
trusting me as a friend
I am just not the one
for your heart to win
Why do I feel so lonely
when I am alone with you
Why am I so afraid
to confess my heart true
Why are the stars so far
why is the ocean so deep
why can't I reach you
with my love to forever keep
Why do I hold you softly
why do I caress your hair
why won't I ever ask you
our lives forever to share.
A quiet morning with dew
brimming with echoes of you.
Like the sun they glint and skid
through the skin of each eyelid.
Each day is further away
but, I want the ache to stay.
For the throb of loss soothes me,
as our eyes share, day to be.
Again slowly walked home alone.
With a heart heavy of fond reminiscings.
Longing to hold his hand.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
when darkness suddenly will fall
and swallow everything around me
I'll still hear the echo of your love
and trust it didn't also disappear
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
A feather's touch, your light
Warm and glowing bright
An angel in the night
Softens my will to fight
Instead instills belonging
Pales my ceaseless longing
Though ere I push those away-
Who would love me
Sooth, I am weary of the fight
Midst safe solitudes, in my right
Accepting being wrong and of bone-
And flesh, less immortal than alone
I would die loved by a mere few-
Than worshiped by prideful throngs
E'en tho', my angel, thou fade from view
My heart beats once more where it belongs
Thanks to you
I see you torturing yourself
living in the past
reliving ancient history
Rehashing memories
to the point that they're
warped unrecognizably
I won't correct you
I refuse to engage ~
where would I begin?
Whatever feelings
I once might have had
are long forgotten
The reality is that
we separated ways
a million years ago
It’s truly sad that regrets
is the burden you chose
over living a fruitful life
AP: Honorable Mention 2025