Web of Loneliness Poems

Poems of the Lonely

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With a Mask in Place

I was alive
I had a soul
I walked the halls
It was so

But i was killed
Date unknown
I have no tombstone
And mourners none

But my body remains
An empty shell
That walks along
This is hell

A broken smile
And a mask in place
No one noticed
A death took place

the title of this is “With a Mask in Place” u want an interpretation. im stating my loneliness n it symbolizes such. the end with my ‘death’ meaning i am lonely and my friends do not notice, n if they do they do not seem to care, n whether or not they r my friends. yadda yadda yadda. all it is, is me showing my loneliness by saying that i ‘died’ (a metaphor for how lonely i am, how i feel unwanted, and my accepting these feelings as normal occurrences) and my friends not noticing. and the mask is how they don’t notice n e thing is wrong, they can’t see my loneliness n all as if i am wearing a mask over my face. and i use the word hell, but i mean it as the place n saying that loneliness is torture as if i was (guess where) in hell

 

Forgotten Love

By Forgotten Fox

Love is like a glove
It goes off then its gone
Somtimes hard to found
Somtimes you forgot where you put it then its lost
Like lost love
Flown away like a dove
Wish i still had it
Lost it i did
Never to be found again
Lost it forever
Alone in the world
All alone and Forgotten
With out hope
How can i coupe?
The sleeping stars are watching me
How can it be?
Oh Beautiful sleeping stars why am i so Forgotten?
I am full of hate
With no mate
With a broken gate
Is it too late?
My bleeding heart will never heal
My love locked away in a seal
locked away forever
Lost the Key
Its so very sad
It makes me so very mad
I’m wasting my life and destroying my dreams
Oh Burnings stars wish you could light up my life
My love is forgotten
Never will i love again
And never to be loved again
My heart full of sorrow and unloved blood
Blood that is on fire
Blood of anger and hate
Its too dire
Yep its too late
Too late for me
the Forgotten Fox
is Hated by many
With no love
How can it be?

The Forgotten Dragon

Once there was a Dragon
He was forgotten
No one think of him
No one dreamed of him
No one thought of him
No one knew if he existed
No one cared for him
No one loved him
Hes always alone in the woods
Living in a small cold cave
Always staying in the dark
Filled with sorrow and pain
Filled with hate
Empty with love
Wanting to be loved
Wanting not to be hated anymore
Wanting to be happy
Wanting to be remembered
Wanting to be thought of
Wanting to be dreamed about
Wanting to be thought of
But hated by every heart
Making it hard to sleep
Looking at the moon makes him cry
The moon light only lights up a little
Wishing he would be layed to peace
Wishing to be freed
Wishing the pain to end
Hoping for someone might care
Hoping to find some love
Hoping to be remembered
Hoping for a miricle someday
It never came.

Written by the Forgotten Fox on 14th January 2006

Loneliness

I’m sitting here alone.
In this empty room
which keeps on getting emptier.
Only the light from the street is shining,
And then a loud call for help,
And everything turns black.

I’m sitting here alone
In this small room,
It keeps getting smaller.

I try thinking of something or someone.
But nothing comes to my head,
I’m alone…

I’m sitting here alone in this dark room,
It keeps on getting darker.
Nobody is home
I feel so alone.

I go out on the street,
I stand alone.
I see the long street,
It keeps on getting longer.
It’s a dead street,
Which keeps on dying.
A silent street. A lonely street.

Nothing surrounds me;
No sound, no smell, no sight.
…Nothing…

A world once filled with hate and death,
Now gone.
It’s gone and it’s left us alone.
Me and my loneliness.

by Andrea Fernández

Lonelier Now

I’m lonelier now than I’ve ever been before

yet everything is back to normal.

but now I know that I’ll never be with you

and my heart is dying, slowly, slowly, slower than everything

my soul is hiding behind it’s own shadow

and I am lying dead on the street

you were the one that I loved, or so I thought

I’m lying drowned in a pool of tears

don’t leave no one can die from a broken heart,

because i did, my body is still here

my mind is here to but what’s the use

my heart and soul are dead, shot, forgotten

all by loves twisted since of humor. I’m sorry, I’m sorry I’m sorry

I couldn’t live as friends. now I pay the price

but did you have to do me this way, painful and cruel

or could you have let me down easy so I had a chance to come back

I don’t trust anymore. because I trusted you

and trusting you led me to my death

so I live alone, un-trusting, cold and bitter

but you will never know it was all because of you so what good is it, what does it matter it doesn’t anymore,

but you do know that we will never be the same again

and that is all you will know

~Dan