Web of Loneliness Poems

Poems of the Lonely


Shining light within me,

why can’t I see you?

Why do you allude me so?

when I search so high and low for you

in the cracks and the cloaked spaces of myself.

I need to know that I am not only bad,

that I am not only here to destroy and break

the precious and beautiful  accepts that surround me.

I’m a little scratched and a little bruised and nicked

and a little tattered at the seams,

no I’m not proud of it but its true.

I’m trying to put myself back together

but it’s so easy to break

and the needle weaves in and out

hoping it holds tight this time.

I will find the light,

I need to,

hidden in the shadows of my own beings.

Light, I need you.

Electricity, tunnels, and light

Has the power ever went out in your house at night during a storm,

and you’re left in the dark?

and all you can do is wait and wait…and wait for the power to come back on.

And hope that by some force greater than you and unknown

you will regain the electricity you lack

. The difference between this situation

and life is that sometimes waiting isn’t always the best choice.

Now I have a follow up question…

Has the power ever went out on you life?

You know what I mean?

You feel alone…



In the dark….

Where the literal light

cannot outshine the metaphorical darkness..

the literal darkness is even worse.

The darkness cloaks you like a tunnel.

And even when you embrace the very darkness

that surrounds you you still want to find the end of the tunnel.

Because there’s always a light at the end of the tunnel.

Isn’t there?

They say when you’re in the dark it’s best to stay put.

That way you won’t get any nicks, or scratches or bruises along the way.

Its terrifying.

Whether you’re scared of the things you think you see

or the things you have seen.

The place where you are is rather homely

and you have everything you need here.

You know you are safe and you’re comfortable.

However you are still surrounded by the very thing that eats at you.

And that light,

That warm unbeknown light is waiting for you.

I know it’s difficult and the first steps are always the hardest.

But if you make the choice to bare the burdens

that the unknown journey holds for you,

you might find a long the way that the

light you’ve been looking and wanting so badly

isn’t the only prize.

Loneliness is Looming

Loneliness is Looming

head it starts zooming

don’t know what’s in store

my heart will start to pour

this never ending ache

how long must I take

this lonely night of the soul

so familiar with its toll

tired and in need

of a familiar breed

place for my soul to rest

from this loneliness pest

never leaving me alone

always there no one to phone

feeling sick I’m going mad

even gave up on sad

rejection rears its head

needing rest gone to bed .

by  Carmelia WOL

A Loving Friend

My Lonely Heart is troubled Lord
Though I know I have Your sword
Your word of truth is in my heart
Your Holy Spirit will never part
From my mouth your blessings flow
Always there to defeat the foe
The enemy that lurks around
Causing chaos… troubles abound
Rescue those from despair
Bring them light… a hope to bare
A kind word… a gentle smile
To help them go another mile
It’s not easy when on your own
No-one to talk to or to phone
But this I know from time gone by
That you my God will not see us cry
A loving soul… a caring friend
You will send to us to mend
A word of hope… good tidings bring
So that once more our hearts will sing
                                                    By  Carmelia WOL
This poem was written by me on 23rd Sept 2013 in a response to a poem I saw on the WOL poem section of the website and I wanted to add this poem to reflect how I feel just now as a Christian and to to put my views across from a Christian perspective.  I believe that loneliness can be a spiritual problem for some, which can be overcome by Gods intervention working through the hearts of others on the site to bring healing, love, hope and restoration into another persons life by the working of the Holy Spirit who inspires us all I believe, to be kind by our words and by our loving actions towards others who are suffering.

Brings pleasure, this little sin

-Pooja Lokhande.


The blade, it moves with a blinding speed 

Across her pale white skin 

Like a fountain, the blood gushes out

Brings pleasure, this little sin…


And for a moment she feels alive,

She feels like a normal being

Pain, ah, the sweet pain!

Brings pleasure, this little sin…


Over and over she cuts

Until the walls seem to spin,

The brilliant red color in her black and white world,

Brings pleasure, this little sin…


Like rubies, they scatter all over,

Every droplet and its twin,

Leaves her feeling alive and surreal

Brings pleasure, this little sin…


One scar above the other,

Feeling pain is better than feeling nothin’

Doesn’t stop ’til the the razor gives up

Brings pleasure, this little sin…


Now looking at her crimson wrist,

She cannot help but grin

Sculpted her body, her own way,

Brings pleasure, this little sin…


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