Short Loneliest Poems
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every word
that was said
supplies me
with these
tiny morsels of
bread
that we succumb
to the loneliest
crumbs, instead
The saddest feeling of loneliness
is not being wanted anywhere
The loneliest feeling of sadness
is in knowing theres no one to care
Form:
Of all the chimes, it was the third,
And this I well recall--
It was the saddest sound I've heard,
And the loneliest of all.
--Mel
Angels alone
in the dark
light surrounds
the loneliest of
hearts
love lifts us
up oh how we can
see that its
angels on bended
knee
Form:
The stars is the loneliest of places.
So far apart, are all the familiar faces.
Surely we all see the Light,
But it is in dark space we forever reside.
Solemn in it's plight
The loneliest rose among
Trees and grass there it
Finds it's own haunting solitude
Rose only knows flower life
Quiet is her survival
Once, a lonely number three
sat forlornly on my knee.
In his eyes, I saw despair
as he was sitting there.
"You needn't sniffle, cry or pout.
I too have been the odd man out."
The dawn of
forgiveness
The death of
old pain
The choice that
releases
The end of
disdain
Unwrapping
tomorrow
Regifted
today
The loneliest
moments
Beyond
—yesterday
(Dreamsleep: June, 2023)
Shaving your
Scales mermaid,
And against
your will.
Beautiful sea
Creature, a siren
Entrancing the
Loneliest of
Seamen.
I bless the
Sea Captain,
The Admiral
Inside you.
To your rescue.
A fire ignites in the skies
Infinity just out of reach
Altair weeps for Vega,
Somewhere you beseech me
I dread the day we greet
You'll tell me im wrong,
But even the loneliest stars
are placed where they belong
A Wanderer’s Path
………………………………………………
The route seems forever path in darkness
No returning and no receiving end
Beyond eternal dreams, blind and sightless
A wanderer’s path to belong the loneliest of a man
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I made your voice when I dreamed
of a resounding conviction
I told your name only
when voices seemed to fit
I wrote it only in syllables
Even when none stood their test
I cried in tears when these syllables could
only stream
You're a song that my heart keeps singing
Mostly after midnight when only the loneliest of birds still call
I'm answered in the whisper of night air
and a choir of crickets
While I sit murmuring softly to myself on the front steps
Loneliness
Loneliness can materialize when you are not alone.
When relationships are strained,
The connection can be lost.
Some of the loneliest moments,
Occur when lying next to someone you love.
Tressa
Loving, kind, quirky, weird
Sister of Joe and Kit
Lover of many, but one in particular
Who feels anger, sadness, and happiness.
Who fears clowns, rejection, and dying alone
Who would like to see Paris, Rome, and Japan
Resident of Caldwell, Idaho
Behler
the lonely girl
who sits in the corner
at the back of the class
waiting and waiting
for someone to notice
for someone to care
the lonely girl
with her beautiful hair
with her beautiful eyes
with her beautiful stare.
the lonely girl
who’s tears scream
who can only dream
that someone would can
Some say One is the loneliest number,
but Outside comes a summer thunder
and an Otherworldly holiness
arrives to keep her company
with rain playing a timpani
On the roof Of her humble cottage
Of solitude in her matron Old-age.
God is Omega,
the Oxygen we breathe,
the One life we live
Only ever alone, yet not.
The lone lighthouse on an empty sea.
The man peers endlessly but finds no sail.
Loneliest tears conceal a burning heart's decree,
Hanging on like a wraith's echo, sipping tea.
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this tear
starts here
deep within my heart
the loneliest part
keeping clear
the pathway for my tear
makes its way
to my face
no other way to go
but through the lump in my throat
at a steady pace
as this tear finds its way
into the chilled air
free and clear
then down along
a path well worn
this tear
ends here
Form:
The pearl lay
In the half shell
The oyster paid and was spent
The bird fell
From the sky
Shackled to a fishing tackle ascent
The beach stretched
To the loneliest point
Where infinity was met
The man sank
In an ocean of regret
Forgetting what his life meant
And I stayed
Wondering where
My rhythm went
September 2018
on a clear
loneliest night
the heavens do shine
their twinkling light
I am lying in my sleeping bagYARD
using just these eyes
to view the Beauty there
it isn't very yard
My Wandering eye
a sad one to Cry
Because my Parents have left me
without even saying goodbye
And so I look up upon the nearest Star
There is my Home
A paradise so afar
Form:
Sometimes in the quietest, loneliest parts of the night
When it seems like I miss you most
I somehow get the sense of you near me
Never fully materializing, but there…
The flash of your smile-The whisper of your voice
The taste of you lips-The heat of you body
The beat of your heart
There in the darkness-Just beyond reach
Part of myself I can’t quite touch.
Form:
When you think of the word depression,
what's the first thought that comes to mind?
Is it someone stuck in bed,
wiping their tears,
wishing they were dead?
Is it someone smiling
and cracking jokes?
For the seemingly happiest person,
can also be the loneliest.
Because depression doesn't have a look
and can affect anyone of any age,
of any gender.
I am Lyria.
Short and small
But much stronger than them all.
For though my bodies weak and petite
My mind is steal
And rather neat.
I can create Palaces
Out of nothing
But bricks of blood and stone
My eyes aren’t sharp
But clever I am
I see through brain and bone.
And yet
I never forget
For all my quirky creative ways
I’ve loneliest
Loneliest of days.
July saw you drinking mimosas
underneath a tree that wept shadows.
You were never one for cloudless days
by the sea. Silver wax over golden dust.
You are beginning to realize
blue might be the loneliest colour
when caught without the sun.
Yet only the ocean can speak of love in any tense.
Look at how it creates and destroys
at the same time.
Look at how
it carries on.