Solitarily Poems | Examples

Summer's Eve

Have you ever seen a summer eve's full moon through a tree?
Sitting on bricks in the warmth of a night that is somewhat cloudy;
Peace with no traffic as you moongaze solitarily.

Tired Dreams Trimeric

Tired dreams weigh on fairy wings,
the pixie dust needs a recharge;
Sparkles stir and mix solitarily 
a spell woven with imagination;

The pixie dust needs a recharge,
magic gains strength in times of calm;
No longer weary the power grows;

Sparkles stir and mix solitarily 
letting everything heavy go; 
She floats as she flies on pointe;

A spell woven with imagination 
her head in her hands a feather;
Simply said ‘There is no impossible.’

Solitary Upbringing

At the cost of my very own happiness
I was kept safe from the darkness.
But the way I was solitarily raised
Only deepened how I felt grazed.

Solitarily Writing

Writing in the dark.
Thinking as I fall asleep,
Imagining how it could all be.

Writing in the daylight.
Contemplating my identity.
Picturing all of whom is me.

Writing in these empty diaries.
Feeling my emotionality.
Reflecting how it all is for me.

Writing in these pages.
Wondering about things too many.

Memories

Memories blurred in the past,
At most I can outline the images
Of times, they are everlasting.
My mind’s functioned to forget,
So I should never hold regret.
Yet my soul constantly reminds me
Of a memory and many more.

Moments now like distant memories.
My imagined reality is I’ve been at sea.
Willingly solitarily alone, on a journey
To find myself and somewhere else
Where I can just be free.

Memories lost in a stream of time,
Different streams going in and out 
Of those surrounding seas.
A land, so far away, where I used to be.
Drifting amidst eternal wind.

Moments truly now faded memories,
Honestly I am deluded in the belief
That nothing repeats, when really
Someday it all does someday
Flood back into me as what
Seems to be someone else’s memories.

Jacky the Blue Dreamer

Jack-y
Jack-y
Ohhhh Ms Jacky 
how you court your life’s only lover
Huff and puff and contort, the smoke of your
Newfound Newport 
(Long not short)
Lazily lacking worldly desires

If I had your sense of humour
Maybe I'd too sling new places
With every shot of tobacco, being
Flung into faraway lands, filled gilded glands   
That aren’t quite backed 
enough of a bite 
sfsfsfsfsfsfsfsfsfsfsfsfsfsfsfsfs…….pfhooooooooooooooo
Toboggan the whole noggin when its
Packed to the brim, the nicotine
Porcelain eyes for your vaporent dreams
Oh Ms. Jacky, you technicolor dreamer
Wielding blue eyed sheen, portentously protruding Ra’s gleam

So alas, it seems
You spark up another laugh or two
Smoke rising up my face, the habitual ritual
in its proper place
Mercurial Smile, behind eyes unknown
A hidden grace
Solitarily confined in a Surreptitious 
Space, far out man
My menial mind is amazed at how your’s a haze
You aren’t here anymore
But
Who really is

We are all Ms. Jacky deep within

Footprints 2

"footprints 2"



"Go gliding like an Eagle 
where Poets go
music will lead -
through truth, 
Love will show"
He said,

"When you think 
all is gone,
that’s where real
Love 
will show..."

"Fire and Lava flows,"
He said,

"Hell freezes over
While Snowglobes
are turned upside down 
and smashed on 
The Road..."

Teardrops on The Fraz
knows, 
watching 
tears falling warm
tears falling slow

He turns over
The Snowglobe

The Past 
slowly lets go

From a prison 
released 
Solitarily
Unconfined, 
Slow

"Go gliding like an Eagle 
where Poets go
music will lead -
through truth, 
Love will show"
She said,

"Freedom. Keys. Piano."

(LadyLabyrinth/2019)

Red Neon Torii Gate

Is there a place for us
Lonely souls
In this big, glowing city?
How ironic
To feel solitarily
In a city of fourteen million
Been slinking in the shadows
For a while now
The light can be burning
Frightening
The shadows can be reassuring
Rapid
Train headache
The view from the windows
Street lights
Feeling warmth from
Only strangers
The red neon torii gate
Opens the door
From the mundane world
To the sacred
Our home
Of neon billboards
With the loud BGM
Pulsating through us
Vividly
This is where I belong
Light and darkness
Both embrace me
In warmth and
Serenity

Her Realization

Music's loudly playing.
Beneath moon dancing.
Tune so entrancing.

Mind's solitarily thinking.
Beneath stars standing.
Afar from rejoicing.

Time's gradually ticking.
Beneath nightskies sitting.
Cries begin echoing.

Heart's silently aching.
Beneath clouds sleeping.
Loud inner feelings.

Dream's gently consuming.
Beneath blanket experiencing.
Transit of fantasizing.

She's unwillingly awakening.
Beneath all wishing.
Fallen into realizing.

Dream House

The house of my dreams,
A place where everything
Is filled with my imagined themes.

Dream house,
A dome roof of glass,
All stars in viewing.

The house of my dreams,
A place where all seems
So clean and at peace.

Dream house,
A windmill alongside solar mirrors,
Renewing source of energy.

The house of my dreams,
A place to swim and feel free,
Swimming pool and coastal scenery.

The house of my dreams,
A place where everything
Is of my heart's desire.

Dream house,
A shelf of books,
My little library.

The house of my dreams,
A place where I live solitarily
In few rooms yet so leisurely.

Dream house,
A home for my soul,
Place to feel safe and whole.

The house of my dreams,
A place where I am meant to be,
Well-earned ideal became real.

Dream house,
My home just for me,
Own little world only for me.

Cleopatra and Her Confidente

Mythological ruthless Cleopatra
Larger than life in 30 B.C.
Her Achilles’ heel being Mark Antony
His untimely death too much to bear

Solitarily confined in her mausoleum
Desperately recluse with her royal asp 
Her only sanctioned confidente
Sole witness to her feverish distress
Through a night ever dark and bitter
Raging with unbearable emptiness 

Kiss me  Take me
In an embrace of death
Royal prince of the Nile
I give myself wholeheartedly
With consummate abandon
Kiss my eyes closed
Let me drift into a deep sleep
As you expedite me to my lover
Where we shall reign again 
United in the afterlife



AP: 2nd place 2021

Submitted on April 28, 2018 for contest ASP sponsored by ANTHONY SLAUSEN  -  RANKED 7TH

One Drop At a Time

Baby blue skies extending forever
through verdant valleys 
and hugging mountainsides 

Eagles glide gracefully
on a butterscotch breeze
captivating lost feelings in me

Oh to soar   so solitarily
away from pain strapping me
in to a dreamless scene
where windows are tinted and freedom's only hinted

A glazed gaze away from the day
into a peaceful sun
the futures begun

On top the evergreen it twirls
swaying in the silence 
one drop at a time

Chomolungma's Complaint

I want to live solitarily 
High above the scenery 
And so I did for quite some time
Until one day they began to climb
And finally reached the top of me

That was Nineteen Fifty-Three
When messrs Norgay and Hillary
Committed their grave crime
And gazed upon my face

But I will have my revenge on thee
So that you will leave me be
I'll cut down hundreds in their prime
You will know the final word is mine 
And all of you will see
That you must learn your place

Prisoner In Whole

PRISONER: IN THE (W)HOLE

In mystic maze of dungeon, life etches pain
     deep in the womb of mind.
Light taunts the darkness; vision sneaks in and
     sanity lurks in closing twilight of fear. 

Death laughs at cringing realities
     suicide refuses to notice: a thought
Conceived in contradictions of this God
     forsaken (w)hole.

The blackness is and I am 
     solitarily confined; sacrificed
To the blind goddess: Justice 

Echoing freedom in mystic maze
     of dungeon.

Gnarled

Cave was carved from crumbling rock,
inhabited by a seagull flock,
which chirped and squawked the day away,
mottled chicks would stretch and play.

Above this cave a gnarled tree
sat watching guard, solitarily,
it felt ashamed, neither green nor tall,
a stubby bush, not much at all.

No matter where the birds would roam,
always they could find their cliff home,
for like a beacon, seen from sky,
shrub guided them while they did fly.

So everything does have a role,
be it a star or simple mole,
no matter beauty or hidden skill,
we all must do what is God's will.

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