Web of Loneliness Poems

Poems of the Lonely

Category Archives: Loneliness Experience

A Random Walk

Between the leaves, sunlight filters

through dust particles filling an unseen vapor

with elemental groupings of neutrons

and protons, and electrons revolving

like planets in a daylit sky,

unseen.

 

And here I exist, between these leaves,

as segmented pieces, alter egos, disjointed

fragments of non-cohesive matter, visably

moving while the random collisions remain,

un-seeable.

 

Isn’t that after all the way we live,

in that same randomness, bouncing

and colliding in crowded shops, through

empty doorways, down unlit halls, until our lives

are finally reduced to the space between leaves,

unknown?

 

 

© MAB 2012

A mathematical formalization of a trajectory that consists of taking successive Random steps.

Smile

My smile makes me sick

I wonder what you see

Does it turn your stomach

As it does to me?

Does it look bright and sweet?

I can’t stand the way it feels

The memory of my reflection

Makes me feel so rotten

But I can’t help but smile

Now and then

I picture what it’s like

I try to kill it

I curse myself

The thought that I’ve carried out

The ridiculous contortion

The thought that you’ve seen it

It just makes me sick.

 

By Sudhakar

Slither

A fictitious face.

A muscle ache,

with each smile.

Debilitating the soul with no disgrace, God, don’t let this effect my child.

 

It slowly slithers into life.

That evil little devil!

Consuming the soul with one huge bite. Taking us to unknown levels.

 

Hidden stomach knots.

So twisted I can be…so I’ve learned.

Oh, How I once was….so hot I burned.

Oh, how the tables turn.

 

How I envy thee.

Mother, Father, Sisters and Brothers.

Being his She,

Showing the world how your lovers.

 

A numbing venom for the love of “life”. Making it harder to fight it.

A funny thing, that life.

Some can’t handle it

And prefer to bite it.

 

It’s grip constricting and choking,

Consuming the soul more so than body.

I will keep it from showing,

Escaping to my world of being naughty.

 

Oh how I imagine a life that’s not mine.

Hoping one day it will manifest.

Telling everyone I’m just fine.

I “really” do love the sunshine!

Acting normal just like the rest.

How are you? I’m just fine!

At my best.

 

A fictitious face.

A muscle ache, with each smile.

Debilitating the soul with no disgrace, God, don’t let this effect my child.

 

-Lisa at California

 

Just wrote about how I tend to hide the extreme sadness that loneliness brings.

I’m not terrible looking. I once was considered a social butterfly and always had people around. Somewhere that changed. I know now that I have had close friends that have gone through the same experience. Never told a soul.  I have no family. But I have my daughter. And I hope to fight it for her.  And hope she isn’t affected in the future.

Delores’ Sagacity

O heavy heart that aches with despair

Lost, despondent, and left to die

O the soul that concedes to the pain

Inside of me that yet abides

Where is the joy that this life was to bring?

Days I would escape memories of the forgotten?

Hope is gone and darkness to swallow me

 Like grass that blankets the earth

 Joy, a facade; a mask to hide the plights

Of unrelenting torment

Wondering in the dark

Nightmares transmute reality

Seasons unchanging

The hand that is bitterness

Hold only misery and sorrow

Wielding its sword to fell

Every instrument of suffering

But, alas weary

Fatally wounded

I am, undone

Delores Collins: This poem was written by me in Jan 2007.

Insidious

pale and unfamiliar

the sun slants

at odd angles

reaching through

the window

as streaks of light

and dust motes

twist and turn

insidiously

surreptitiously

threatening to choke

my very essence

until I am tangled

in a web

of empty despair

my fetal state

frozen in fear

as the scent

that oh so familiar scent

of death

washes over me

insidiously

surreptitiously

seeping

through my veins

beckoning

tempting

whispering

my

name

By Dawn

Although I have experienced several types of loneliness listed on this website, this particular  poem is about the “alone” feeling that often comes as a precursor to an anxiety or panic attack.