Morning has broken,
and I lie awake to greet it.
Lost is the sleep I needed
to face this new day.
The shedding of darkness
has broken the silence
and rain begins to fall
upon an earth reconciled to it.
I am alone in my thoughts
today - and as I expect
I shall always be -
alone in life.
There is no blame
just as there is no changing
what has been before.
There were choices to be made.
Perhaps, resting the eyes,
surrendering to the lullaby of the rain,
will soothe the sullen shell
I have harbored - alone.
The flickering light in your eyes grew cold
And in an instant, like ice, they froze
You lit a match and watched me burn
The rising smoke from ash I arose
A blossoming garden starts to grow
My memory lives on, and on it goes
Unlisted number flying under radar
keeping low profile to avoid undue attention
~ wallflower melts into the background
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
When the going gets tough
A fond retreat awaits
Where firs and pines nestle
Yearning for an embrace,
A sigh, and a deep breath
Bathing in dappled light
And warmth of gratitude.
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“Let’s Soar With This Poetry Contest”
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Posted 20th Sept, 2025
Scatter my dada
Don’t let my enemies laugh at me
Don’t let me break through this hard times
Don’t let this Empty bottles of alcohol
Consume my heart
Don’t let my worries be my torture
Don’t let my dreams be my fear
I have been through this fires with it shadows smokes and flames
I thought it will shape me a new person
I have been calling for grace
I hope it don’t take a life time
So don’t let me give up on myself
I have been hoping all this times
I have been working hard all this days
Don’t let me break in this era of temptations
I don’t need to
Scatter my dada
Scatter my dada
I feel alone despite all around me
I feel like am drowning with no words
Yet my silence is louder than my quest
Don’t let me be far from favour
Remember my good attribute’s when am down and tired
Remember my words when is night
There is no sweet pain in darkness
So Don’t fail me when my energy is done
I was a survival with no remedy
My past are full of the art of actions
So don’t let my life be an empty vesel
Don’t leave me to break my dignity for vanity
Cos this will make me
Scatter my dada
A letter to my maker
I went for a walk into solitude,
until the outside world sounds were all blurred;
and strolled among trees multicolored hued.
Oh, delightful the songs of each winged bird,
calming ... yet melancholy is my mood;
change is near and my emotions are stirred.
I did not sing today.
I walked long,
But there was no song
As I went about my way.
I did not talk today.
There was no friend
With smile to lend
And kind thought steered my way.
I did not write today.
I thought long and hard,
But there was no card
No parchment held its sway.
I did not laugh today.
Save a wry response
To a random thought
On my wandering pondering way.
I did not sup this eve.
No bounteous grace
No warm embrace
No consort at my sleeve.
But I count the day not lost
For the careworn and the cost.
For the steps on every journey
Be they light or weight uncertain
Must be taken...
Lest they bring the final curtain to the Day.
quiet room
housecat on my lap
listens
Lonely leaf afloat
Along the muddy eddies
Swirling, stuck endlessly
Being a Lonely Asteroid
Billions of years in the universe of time, millions of solar systems
galaxies, living stars, dead stars, speeding starlights of dead worlds
My solitude is this life, scud through in infinity, in the space, a cold life
I am just a pebble, like my brothers in the ocean. This is our life
No one understands us. Suffering my asteroid heart. I can’t land
I can’t find a stable place for my billions of years old life. Oh God!
I can’t find a heart, a lifemate, a love, a woman, I can’t create a family
Because I have to move always. My end is the scud, the speed. Hmm
No stop. Never. Just go, go, go… No time to die. But I need. Long this
Hmm. My nature, my life is my end. If I land, then I will explode
Nothing will remain and stay of my life
Just my invisible grave in the crater
Hmm
This is
The Poor
Asterid
Life
I will continue my life
In the ocean
Adam’s Ale
—the old name for water, the first drink, the simplest thirst.
Bougainvillea, thorn-armored bloom,
plankton drifting—algae, crustaceans—
a hidden kingdom in an inland basin,
non-oceanic water breathing its own tides.
I splash my face in the reservoir,
Adam’s ale cooling my skin,
while light bends and scatters—
I am refracted,
a prism made of flesh and ache,
splintering into the many rays of sun.
I sit beneath an arboreal sky,
ceiling woven from foliage and verdure,
cathedral of green where shadows
keep their soft liturgy.
Saudade gnaws the marrow of light,
and my sunlit heart caves inward.
I hunger for your presence,
for the echo of your breath in the leaves.
If the day could linger—
just one more turn of the earth—
I would not ask for forever.
But even plankton drift toward dark,
their glow extinguished in the basin’s hush;
so too my heart, without your light.
I locked my memories and dreams
No one but me is bound to know
Where have I hidden our trees
The green of grass and white of snow
The roses, the forget-me-nots
The pansies and the olive tree
And every flower in your pots
You pictured for the memory
The cacti stars in white and pink
They wonder why they came around
I’m pretty sure they can think
Especially when the sun goes down
And we are there, inside the walls
The cacti whispers in the night
Watching our shadows in the hall
Move in the rectangle of light.
2025 Poetry Marathon Mile 16 Contest //Sponsored by: Mark Toney
Contest Judged: 9/18/2025 6:26:00 PM
( 7th Place )
Written: September 12, 2025
She walked through nights no one noticed
feet heavy, heart heavier.
The silence of the world felt overwhelming.
as if kindness had disappeared.
Then, without warning
someone reached for her...
steady, warm, unexpected.
The road behind her remained,
but she could finally move forward.
For nights she had slipped alone
masking grief with pale smiles
hiding pieces of herself -
that no stranger would ever see.
Her legs ached,
her body protested
and still she whispered:
"this journey is mine alone."
She found a quiet strength,
somewhere along the way.
As she moved forward,
she held one quiet truth:
even when the night is long,
even in the darkest times...
kindness finds its path.
A simple act of care can break through
the darkness,
and the light of a new day comes,
no matter how long the night.
When she finally stops,
she lifts her face to the sun
and carries one truth:
between falling and standing,
she found him...
and the light he gave her
will walk with her forever.
Edw monaxa apomeina me filo to feggari
Na mou thymizei thn omorfia ap' ta matia sou
Jerw, esy to kalopianeis me ta xadia sou
Den to vlepeis? Mia allh lampsh apopse exei parei
Ntrepetai, fainetai, pou tou milas gia t' orama sou
Tou lew to mystiko kai se koita prin koimhtheis
Etsi, an kapoia mera se fwnajei, mhn parajeneuteis
Toses fores pou to 'xw pei, tha jerei t'
onoma sou
The duties are paid, yet restless remain these eyes,
Without my beloved’s sight, in vain remain these eyes.
His radiance softened my roughness away,
Helpless in their watchful pain remain these eyes.
Truth is no healer holds a cure to impart,
Afflicted with the illness of heart remain these eyes.
I cannot accept that another may see,
Slayers of grief and disgrace remain these eyes.
“Bhav” still stands humbled in the endless queue,
Whether love’s confession or death remain these eyes.
Specific Types of Solitude Poems
Definition | What is Solitude in Poetry?
Poems Related to Solitude
emptiness, isolation, loneliness, seclusion, silence, confinement, desert, detachment, privacy, wilderness, peace and quiet,