Loneliness Metaphor Poems

These Loneliness Metaphor poems are examples of Metaphor poems about Loneliness. These are the best examples of Metaphor Loneliness poems written by international poets.

Blows Eastward,
a destination fate had prepared.
    Renewed,
is a bludgeoned heart,
no longer fueld by loneliness and despair...

The demise of a mountainous boulder,
crashing downward

© Terry Cunningham   

In just a day,
I lost my father, my mum,
and my only two siblings,
I became the only member of my family:
  my own father,
 

© Maclawrence Famuyiwa  

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

© Eileen Manassian  

I wonder how it truly feels to be loved.

Is it like the minutes before the sun rises,
 when it begins to shine so bright,
 and

© Issey Ali  

   in his sunset years he daily 
traversed a mile to smile
waiting  
         

© Ghairo Daniels  

If your misunderstood 
maybe God just left your definition out.
In an attempt to clarify something .
no one would understand.
You are a riddle,
for what its worth,
what

© joseph randall  

The palace of love we built ~  
when our blood still flowed very warm in our veins,  
     is

© Maclawrence Famuyiwa  

"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

© Sara Jama  

A child's joy was taken at gunpoint
in a long, dark tunnel on a winter night~
as clouds drifted, whispering subconscious fears,
stirred by music played by demons,
loosed

© Maclawrence Famuyiwa  

I opened my eyes when it was too late.
The river passed before my wide-open eyes.
I missed my childhood;
I was a prisoner in my mind.
Neither God

© Abir Sawran  

An ominous trail
in their dark ashes—
each ellipsis
hid a treacherous bend.
I feel the camper’s
hollow rattle
between cracked ribs
that won’t quite mend.

Not their youth,
but mine—
still burning
in oil-smoke haze
too

© Lyric Man  

our beautiful balloon, about to burst,
  an endless journey meets its sudden end,
    forced to tango with our faults.
  photographs

© Maclawrence Famuyiwa  

I wander where the afternoons
were so warm and golden
and wonder why 
pleasant woods and beautiful lakes desert me
leaving just trees and water

I wander where the

© Gideon Oknin  

I am nobody, nothing more or less 
than a pathetic line of symmetry.
In this paradox of existence,
a listless, feeble entity.
I am nothing more , and

© Cloud Fever  

A cold, silver knife
rests on my shaking fingers.
I graze the blade across my life;
the slicing of it lingers.
I push the metal through my skin,
right to

© Max Behrens