Short Loner Poems
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been this way this i can say
beening by myself
don't need noone els
you am not a won't be
my lifes a goner
am a
LONER
Scared and alone
he plunged into darkness
without a word
he vanished
From hus life
until his black soul
found full of regret
I reach for your hand
But you don't feel me
I fall before you
But you never see
I cry for you
But you can't hear me
Because no one wants to hear
The pleas of a loner
Form:
I smoke until my eyes bleed
And a friend I do not need
For if there was a stud
Who'd think he was a bud
Was it rather smoking weed
Track: Wiz Khalifa - Reefer Party :p
Such a soul I was,
Sulking in corners,
On my lonesome,
Part of me relished it-
The other despised,
Social tendencies-
A bit different,
Me?
Why yes,
I’ll forever be a loner.
I am vibrant valiant
also solivagant
Walking always all alone
Enthusiastic care free grown !
Comfortable in each zone
Life runs in challenging tone.
Pretending this all is happening
When everything is all ok
I know my time, will come someday
The cold mist sends chills
Up down my lifeless spine
Reminding of that awful feeling
......... That I'm alone
It doesn’t
come natural
to me
I wish it did
I wish I were
but
a team player
I’m not
never learned
wish I did
wish I had
I prefer
to do it all
on my own
I wish I didn't
but always will
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
A BIT OF A LONER
I’ve always kept myself to myself,
Folk find me a bit of a bore.
I had just three friends on Facebook,
Though I would have liked a few more.
But then I won the lottery
And now I’ve a hundred and four.
awoke in a sweat my blood it ran cold,there is no love-story untold .hearts were empty, dreams long never felt love allways been wronged.thought I had someone only to learn people need hearts to use and burn.lost so often this lifelong game accused many others no one to blame.Love will allways be the same
No one knows what’s inside my head
Looking straight and blank faced he said
For I don’t show myself to you
There’s just enough to function through
For I am me and that is enough
To ride it through without the guff
So remember I am built this way
And it’s how it will forever stay.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Sailboats in blue ocean waves
Swaying through stormy breeze
Dove sailing in that clear blue sky
Like a white silver jets.
Behind that white misty clouds
Was a hidden tiny walls
Covered with dark icy cubes
Is a sad, loner soul.
Teardrops from one soul's eyes
Flowing softly to the deep seas
As it washed pain and sorrows away
Like a cold stormy day.
I’m a loner I know
In my own company I go
A conversation now and then
Will suit me ‘til the end
Ya see there is no one
To argue or disagree some
And there is just one to please
Me instead of you I believe
It can be lonely as the name applies
But it is so much simpler no one denies
As I sit and talk to myself
I find the conversation is top shelf.
© Paul Warren Poetry
LONER
Full Moon
marooned,
reflects beam
on sea.
Cargo ship
with long mast
floating lone.
Image No. 1
07/08/21
Second Place
Picture this 2- 7 lines
Contest by Joseph May
Collecting maps
of obscure roads,
the unpredictable nomad
in a plain, gray car
changes horizon as
unknown paths extend the day,
passing by vans into priceless scenery,
ignoring the passing of time.
Thoughts of the shore or
thoughts of the mountains
while escaping the city
bring daydreams of freedom from
meetings and schedules.
Dinner in a diner,
sleep in a guest house,
no glamour, just comfort
and simplicity of life.
In a world that rushes,
we step back,
disengaging from the flow
to observe, to reflect,
often choosing not to engage,
but to understand.
We, the outsiders,
interestingly disinterested,
bring a different lens,
a quiet strength,
contributing in ways unseen,
yet profoundly felt.
For the world needs us,
those who walk alone,
to bridge the gaps,
to offer new perspectives,
to remind the world
of the beauty in stepping back.
You can struggle In your dealings on earth
You may achieve all and end up a loner
Whom presumes life’s success and timing as a coin.
Through your shadows; find light
In your peril seek peace
In your loneliness seek companion
If you find one, tell the tale,
Write the song and sing your praise everyday.
If you find no place to call home
Live in harmony with yourself
And when it is time to leave
Bid a farewell and transit in peace.
I prefer to walk alone,
than with a crowd headed in a direction so fatality wrong.
The entire human global population,
is undergoing a mass mainstream media indoctrination,
save they like me who continue to think freely and clearly.
I prefer to walk alone than with they who surround me.
Free thinkers such as myself are indeed a rarity.
I encounter such people very rarely,
and then we lose touch inevitably.
I walk alone, forever a loner I'll be.
he wears his heart
like an old familiar coat
out for us and them to see
thrown across his shoulders
loosely wrapped
so nonchalant
I recognize the solitude
and how he wears it boldly
he feels alone and empty
as if abandoned in the night
he’s not so different
him from I
not so foreign at all to me
I’m one of him
he’s one of us
we’re kin
we’re all the same
we’re one with them
the lonely people
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
I am not a loner as they claim,
But I have been bent
To fit the shape of pain.
I have been dressed up
To suit the occasion of depression.
I have been tamed,
To live like an introvert,or a loner.
I am really not a loner
But I am adopting the style
Of living like one.
Like I existed in the world all by myself.
This is the nourishment
That betrayal has brought me.
It is the life I have bought
With my commitment and kindness.
But I am really not a loner.
Odd bird stands out among the seaside flocks
Taller, leaner with red stripes round one eye
Squats in the sand, oblivious to mocks
Opens his beak, emitting a strange cry
Gulls spread their wings, rise high and relocate
Odd bird remains, doesn’t take to the sky
Acceptance by others is not his fate
Solitude is all he has ever known
Feathers unruffled, he lives without hate
One of a kind, this bird has no clone
Staying true to himself, his strength is shown
He spoke to no one keeping his pain to himself.
No one knew. Everyone was busy. They did not know him.
They might have cared if they had known.
He had spent his entire life being silent.
Not speaking up for himself was his familial pattern.
He tried his best to be invisible.
Not that it helped.
When he went to school, his teachers tried to get him to speak.
But he had already lost his voice.
He passed silently, as he had lived.
No one remembering.
No one knowing him
Really.