Loneliness Metaphor Poems | Examples
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With own notion a wallflower blooms inward
conceals conviction no one perceives
until loneliness contours my mind.
There is a forest in my chest—
It grows no trees, only space
where willows once stood.
Where light rives in but answers nothing
Illuminates only the certainty of Eclipse—
Creatures born of Lack—
drift-ice flecks of snow
that fell inward and refused to thaw
They pace in slippers threadbare
unbearable—breeding Hunger into Dissent
like wolf-teeth gnawing Bone.
They are the sounds Lack makes
when Loneliness grows lungs
feral for the breath
I still must spend—
One day I’ll wrench them
into Riven Breath of Sky—
cavernous, storm-wrought
yet clawing still—
They’ll rasp the Void
like blades through Snow
my chest a Hive of emptied Bone—
And I
remain the Forest without Trees
oozing riven Light
that answers Nothing
being inscribed in snow.
“who made herself smaller than the spaces between words”
neglect and indifference her bookends
Inspired by: The Girl I Carry, by Talia Izsak (2025)
nothing seems to last
flowers weep faded petals
a faint scent lingers
once blooming in bright color
my poems have lost their appeal
emotions wither
wilted words whirl in the wind
bereft of beauty
I strive to remain rooted
hoping for droplets of love
Eileen Manassian
"Lingering leaves of gold
frolic in the autumn wind,"
Swept up by bygone breezes,
already collapsing
before they begin,
As disillusionment clouds an overtired soul—
Misplaced and irretrievable
To a society that ravenously
disembowels empathy,
Twists and mangles trust
until it becomes unrecognizably disfigured,
Leaving the carcass to be plucked by bone-thin vultures,
Fed by culture’s apathetic, parasitic narcissism,
Under the boiling, pre-winter sun.
Owl eyes break as dimming light worms about,
Hollow clap surrenders a sparked ribboning,
Escapees breakout from their misty cells,
Wakes of earthen prints puddling,
Harbored ills bade sanctuary,
A glassy millpond beholds the begotten,
Abrupt warming tempts the absence,
Stirred tea sweetly idling,
An archer colorfully tools the realm,
Directives wondering,
Vibrant life answering,
A stranger to loneliness,
...I felt like being alive.
A dewdrop for inspiration
Loneliness in the air
Hangs on my sweat, perspiration,
With sunshine an expiration
Gets caught in my eyelashes there
Will anybody care?
A dewdrop on a muggy morn
Clinging to the wet grass
Soon after the new day is born
Knowing its end makes me forlorn
But I know this also will pass
Dewdrops remind of glass.
Dewdrops like magic disappear
Like whispers quickly gone
Its suddenly wiped like a tear
And now it is no longer here
Evaporated with the dawn
No more on my front lawn.
Written June 15, 2022
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submitted to "Dewdrop" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Angel L. Villanueva
If the sin of pride is my condign curse;
then I own it, and I can do no worse.
If the world disdains me, not saying why;
then I can stand it, though I want to die.
Outcast for good, alone for evermore,
as souls recoil, ne'er to enter my door.
Because of pride, I'm kept from the Lord's light;
lost, I curse Heaven with all of my might!
(Too bad if some don't recognize my genius;
but know, great souls believe in their greatness.
So spite this world if I'm damned any longer,
for the burden of brilliance makes me stronger!)
Loneliness brings tears...
Togetherness brings tears too:
Despair can't bring joy...
With needles of pain
I crocheted emotions
into a web of depression
cocooning myself in defeat
Churning thoughts
shot a stone of memory
from the deepest cavern
of suppression echoing
the echo of an ancestral
Griots’ maxim: I cried because
I had no shoes; until I met a man
who had no feet.
Aroused and uplifted
from the inner sanctum
of doubt, I awoke, arose
and took a walk into fields
of gracious realities—walking
free as I wanted and ought to be:
aware that my cup of grace overflows.
A shout into the void, like a whispered wish,
amplifies the loneliness that dwells within.
And like the feigned beauty of a lionfish:
lust can lure the uninitiated in.
Like an emotional roller coaster ride,
love can be scary; count the tears you've cried.
And in those moments, you fight the urge to scream
when life feels more like a nightmare than a dream.
Where land meets sea
Waves wash tears.
Memories erode
Brine swirls forgotten.
The longing remains
And our grief unloads.
Where Moon drives tide
Ebb hides need.
Flow spills thirst
Our wretched hearts cried.
Where night joins surf
We stand alone.
The break of drift
We straddle this shore.
And light-years ‘tween stars
Shrink our stature.
A pony stands alone in a field
Amongst the green pastures and sweet yellow Dandilions
Surrounded by strong and mighty Stallions
For the pony will not yield
The pony is so small and different
Desired to be seen in stature and not merely alone and crying
In sufference
The field is georgoues and the flowers so sweet one can taste them
The pony stops its sying
His head held high and adored by the Stallions
The herd join together in the field and together they enjoy the Dandylions.
the last rose
battered and beaten
Bowed for final bequest
weary, and rejected,
I whisper a final request
for one who suffers failure
like me--the struggle for life.
When utter end is strife
the bud grows fat and tight
on the vine
And the future that waits
to blossom
is mine.
After the rain
Will it wash away the pain?
What will remain?
After the rain
After the storm
No shadow or form
Left to keep me warm
After the storm
After the rain
Will I still be sane?
What affects my brain?
After the rain
After the storm
Nothing left to warn
From my life I'm torn
After the storm
After the rain
What's left to refrain
Me from becoming insane?
After the rain
After the storm
All my world is shorn
Will I be reborn?
After the storm
After the rain
I strolled down the old lane
'Neath the full moon soon to wane
After the rain
After the storm
Will my ship land on distant shore?
Will I cry no more?
After the storm
After the rain
I can dance again
Cast off the old bane
After the rain
Disquiet alarm
Sleepless unhappiness
Bored disaffection
Fearful agitation
Despondent hostility
Hysterical loneliness