Poems on the topic: loneliness

Poems on the topic “loneliness” on Poets.by.

DreamyDave Bonta

Household

Together in the round house we were merry and good-natured; alone, a melancholy violin called me to supper.
SadDave Bonta

Monster in the closet (2)

My mind was another ear with no one to read to it, an ache taken for a walk. It was dark in my closet.
SadDave Bonta

Aftermath

open table the moon takes every seat makes the glassware glisten and the cutlery glitter or is this not linen are we not in the aftermath of a feast listen to the distant grief of an abandoned dog alone yet locked in orbit who wouldn’t howl
RomanticDave Bonta

Catching a Cranefly: linked verses

just one drink catching a cranefly in mid-air how many months now since I’ve held someone missing you the morning after a hard frost breath measured out in small white clouds buzzing what the rattlesnake sees in infrared ah just to touch that velvety skin floating leaves
DreamyDave Bonta

Old Water

The earth has water older than the sun, scientists say. I’ll never see rain the same way again, or hear it tap on the roof at 4:00 a.m. and not wonder what other skies it has fallen from, what other oceans it once also returned to as if going home. Scientists say they’re more certain than ever that planets throughout the cosmos harbor this resident alien. And remembering how many times the eye has evolved on Earth alone, I listen to the drumming on the roof and imagine
SadDave Bonta

Tree Without Birds

The tree without birds is like a book without vowels a mind without focus a heart without tides. Its limbs remain desolate in the thick of summer. It puts out leaves but forgets to bloom & its transactions with fungi are strictly economic, never lead to any tempting truffle. The wind plays it like a mechanical instrument. In bluest January it doesn’t even remember
AnxiousDantessa

Sweet Nothing

Starving and unsatisfied Everyone is slowly rotting Trapped in decaying flesh Time is lost in every moment Till we burn out and nothing is left The sweet illusions of love Like a lucid dream Feels so real And then your life is ripped from your fingers Time passes like water tricking down a stream Like a balloon a child lets go The enjoyment floats into the great nothing We keep awake at night, wondering Painful nothings fade away And we face the real questions Is love just a chemical reaction
SadDaniel

* * *

I walk away, along the riverbank thinking that I'll be okay, never to return, footsteps that lead away from the city lights and no one can tell me to stay because no one's in my head, and no one sees myself like I do. No one knows my fate, and no one sees the journey I face. If they did, they'd turn away, losing hope for me, but who is there to say there's no more hope for me? Next day, I look around to see just how far I came, never to return, footsteps
SadDalilahshigaraki

Enter The Idiot: Why I Have No Friends

i accidentally wrote a love poem and gave it to my friend but i didn't mean it that way i hope our friendship doesn't end sometimes I feel like an idiot and today just proves it's true i should never had made that poem and really shouldn't have given it to you so now i'm crying on my bedroom floor wishing i could turn back time cause it'd make me never write it and i'd forget that note of mine but time only moves forward i wish it wasn't so i'll just stop talking now and we can both exist- alone
SadDalilahshigaraki

My Story: The Truth I Like To Share

I like to write poems so that I can be heard. Because no one will listen to a person who doesn't like to use a phone, Or go out in public much- It's all so much and I'd like to be able to- Or watch tiktok all day instead of reading. But it's okay, because I'll email if you respond! And I'm a pretty good friend. That shoulder you cried on? That was me. So it's okay that I'm mostly alone, Because I love everyone anyways.
SadCRAZY_JC

There was a little boy

Shy as can be With no friends Everyone in Elementary Laughed and called him names Not one was nice There was a little gentle man The same boy as before Now in Junior High But still no friends More hateful people But blocked it out from the music in his headphones There was a gentle man Same a before Now in High School Still treated like crap But more and more

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