Alone Lost Poems | Examples
These Alone Lost poems are examples of Lost poems about Alone. These are the best examples of Lost Alone poems written by international poets.
Beneath a crown of jagged, frozen night,
He sits upon a throne of ash and bone.
His breathing steals the silver from the light,
And leaves the gasping, frightened world alone.
No crimson robe adorns this solemn king,
But woven shadows draped across his chest.
He does not speak, yet dark horizons ring
With quiet echoes of his utter task.
His scepter is the sudden, chilling frost
That halts the beating of a summer heart.
He counts the treasures that the living lost,
And tears the fabric of the stars apart.
Yet beauty lingers in his hollow gaze,
A quiet peace within the longest sleep.
He ends the torment of the winding maze,
And guards the secrets that the dead must keep.
They go forward in life
Along a parallel
He walks alone
Clutching his guitar
She walks in peace
Finally knowing her worth
Each one knowing
They mirrored the other
And each are embedded
On the other's journey
Every song and poem
Voiced their shared pain
No more shared glances
Belong in this world
Just echoes of shadowed fantasies
Linger for the next realm
“There is not
A single soul among the trees
And I
Don't know where I've gone.
_by Octavio Paz
Alone, you stand now midst these trees,
their limbs held up toward the sky
as soulless creatures reaching for
a reason why they grow so tall.
No answer back- they live and die.
But here you stand, unlike the trees,
though rootless now, your soul's alive!
You lost your way to find your place.
From Winter darkness hope is born!
Now pray to God your soul finds Spring.
Dear Octavio
You are not lost
Or alone.
Listen.
The trees themselves have souls
As do the creatures
In their shade.
The forest itself has a soul.
This is where
You find yourself.
Where is the smiling face of love
that I dream of...
the gentle touch
that means so much?
Where are the words I long to hear
that bring you near
and warm my heart
while we're apart?
I cannot help but feel the chill,
and though you still
light up my dreams,
that's all, it seems.
A cacophony of sound surrounds me,
As dissonant music blares into my mind.
I sit in front of my computer
to type away my latest poem.
"Are these your dirty shoes, dear?
We have a rack for them, you know."
"Why is our towel soiled, dear?
Were you fiddling with your car?"
Whining and carping, objecting and wailing.
Oh, for a precious moment of silence,
That I might be alone
That I may be allowed to concentrate
On my tenuous inspiration
Before it dissipates
Into its normal useless insubstantiality!
Gone is my poem, like a frightened bird.
Loss
Wrong direction
Darkness falls
Alone
Hearing various animal sounds
Worried
Heartbeat accelerating
Tears descend
Here I am
Loss in thought
Need to pray
Father, guide me in the direction I need to be
Help me back to the camp where I belong
Walking in Faith
The Moon guided me in the right direction
Faith telling me to be strong
Suddenly a vision of the lodge
Safe and sound
Once loss, but now found
The Moon and Night stars led the way.
An uneven surface tinged with black,
rigid lines absorb all surrounding light.
Traces of elegance, ceased—
consumed by rage and sorrow.
A distorted reflection trapped in time,
eternal sadness, unable to breathe.
Frozen fragments of intelligence,
eyesore, nerves strained, vivid pulses.
Vicious nails tinged with green,
untamed, overflowing emotions.
Black dress bearing burdens of its widow.
Helpless and alone in a forgotten reality.
Intense passion,
trapped in a state of distraught,
the fallen muse taken hold by grief,
lost, and abandoned.
Lustrously exposed, save the lamp posts;
How inviting...shadows of two
wrapped in pearly silver---
a moving photograph in pastel colors
framing a moment's rendezvous
as dusk filters the pavement
riqht where bodies shimmer undercover :
Trees wave at the moon for traces of bliss
on a byway of sinuous motion,
the silhouettes hazy vet lightly engaged
in malleable outlines when hours
linger to wait for an affair's finale
past the radius of lamp posts ,
the eerie gray from night's paean
seeps the view, collapsing into bloodied glass...
A forlon figure stands alone
...while the tint of intimacy
pours its last glow.
I recall when my love
and I . . . sat on a wooden bench
the evening was silent in the old park~
though cool- I felt quite warm
because of his lips and whispers . . .
now, on a silent cemetery bench
I remember our love _
my heart weeps, weeps- alone in the graveyard
Thickest mist will hide the way,
Gold has turned to leaden grey.
Forest paths begin to bend,
Seeking for a hidden end.
Voices whisper from the deep,
Promises they never keep.
Heart is heavy like a stone,
Walking in the dark alone.
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
26 years ago we met
kept in touch over the years
seeing each other once or twice
texting a lot when we can
thinking about each other a lot
I'm always with someone though
never alone to find my way and explore
now you're moving out of the country
will we ever see each other?
was or is our love doomed?
was it ever loved to begin with?
I want to know
don't you want to know?
if we could have ever been
we always fall short for the ones we love
leaving broken hearts to mend
but the scars are forever there to stay overthinking won't heal the heart
fragile
two did not last
but hold a same shared past
quite mind heavy and heart messy
frazzled
empty
uses one plate
washed with one dirty glass
after meals where nothing is passed
erased
scrambled
all is quiet
holds conversations with
self as spoken aloud each day
scopeless
depressed
just one decides
what to keep or closet
with recalls viewed raw or perfect
darksome
listless
one lone pillow
for sleep and times to weep
when reaching out to find no one
lonely
I cannot do this alone
I need you to be there for me
not turn the other cheek
I need your participation
some acknowledgment
a nod, a smile
a yes a no,
but you're just invisible
you're never there when I need you