Seclusion Poems - Poems about Seclusion

borderline border of the line is it left or right forwards or backwards should i stay should you go is it me is it you or is it us? maybe its noting maybe im going to hurt you before you can hurt me should i go? no you should stay. go away no stay i need you your my solitude but your going to hurt...

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In blackness, I hear forked tongues whisper wicked witchery, hope within arthritic ink slowly f a d e s as darkness descends upon snow-speckled heart, and a murder of crows can be heard~ cawing amidst flamingo fogs carrying thoughtless art, over the rolling hills enveloped with ...

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What becomes of a world of war? The world is crowded, lonely, happy and sad Bored I am of life I am bored Whisperings of life hint it is stressed The strait between hope and despair Forthwith bears an obscure seclusion A menace seeping through the pores of gladness What is deprived but a hope that's deferred? To live again is as sure...

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SECLUSION observed patterns  transcribed in creativeness &the reception  in paradoxes o literal originality quality fragmented with mandatory fidelity inwith the existence to preserve a  willingness  undertaken in textual       alternate deviation...

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People in the queue, ask me Why do I settle in solitude? I do wonder sometime, that the world I belong Has billions, able friends or foe. Do I must continue solitudes? As much as I love hiking in wilderness. In my dreams or in my conscious mind, I rather find one, that could never let me walk alone. To...

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Pulled together by a magnetic avoidance of loneliness, fueled by an insatiable ardor to evade a shortage of love. Mutually splintered souls searching for a place to embed and implement a façade which conceals mutilated minds. Spurious attempts to disarm the timebomb which is his mouth. Futile efforts to escape a mental cage inflicting frightening fingerprints on a shatter-able soul. Cautionary writings on the walls of his guise, demanding subservient...

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Solitude; a divine blessing.., a damnable curse! No contrasting soul in my midst.., simply the glaring, dubious kinship of me, myself, and I Seclusion; the only condition in which a man can learn of himself.., a lone entity in space where organic matter in all its tangible glory ceases to exist.., a state in which one’s mind can take its ease...

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This unhappy man in the midst of overflowing opulence living like a discolored precious stone in a box of rare jewels was always sad and lonely like a dry wood in a lush green forest, woke up one morning, more dejected than the morning before, threw the flower embossed curtains off the crystal clear window...

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I never told anyone how my ears reverberate in a silent room. The whirring drone ever present, a conquistador of my private spaces. This is my cohabitation with an industrial generator. But I’ve graduated from the torment. My attitude detours trance-like into pockets of thought. It is either that or delirium. I never told anyone, despite incessant resounding Cochlea, despite a wanting...

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When entire world walks toward sunlight I decide to stay in moonlight When whole world cackles I prefer to keep quiet They all are doing similar deeds They all are enjoying the way they proceed I decided not to do what they do And let my thoughts to get brew For there is fun in that Being different from the rest Though every one...

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Premonitions once foretold, Grace our presence, a sight to behold. Breathless throughways and doleful silence, Consumption of souls and hearts of the masses. The collective yearns for times of bygone days, A past that is but a shrouded isle of halcyon haze. The terminal limit is near, the end is within touch. Solemn ruminations can only do so much. Pray...

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Her family was singing and laughing, blue grass music fanatics. They were knee-slappers, land loving, happy-to-be semantics. She ran off in the middle of the night with a sweet talking man. He tried to take her light, delighted in putting her down into a can. She was in a dark place, not allowed to have a thought or a...

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The summer men are standing, alone upon a wretched stone, Contorted, bent and torn. Dressed in paper-like ragged clothing, The ashes of the universe, they are brother less bone, Forming declarations from hearts made barren by their loathing. The winter women, busy themselves by making baby sounds, Weakened, sad and tired. Wishing for the sun to disappear, The carers of young...

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Crazy how your number use to be number one on my dial-log to now not being even in appearance at all. Scrolling down our inundated text messages on my phone, tagged with dates in the past. I realized it is now thoughts redirected, attention drifted, interest shifted, memories faded, feelings dwindled, motivation daunted and all...

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Seclusion As in twilight sun rays call off Enabling darkness to budge step by step, My shadowed seclusion followed Your slithering reflections little by little; Beyond the fetters of time On mirage of dreams An alleyway opened wide its arms And I moved a little Veil of sobbing breathe, Taking ocean on shoulders The whirl-wind blew rebuff And I receded a little As in drying leaves Does green...

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