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Poems of the Lonely

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Loneliness

Loneliness is a place,
a realm of nowhere.
It is a room with no exits,
no sounds,
no life.

Loneliness is a belief.
No one cares for me.
No one knows me.
What is wrong with me?
Why should I go on?
Why should I even try?

Loneliness is a siren
calling you sweetly,
Hearken to the call
and fall into oblivion.
Firmness and denial
the long road out to freedom.

I have heard that siren.
Heard the deceptive music.
Walked the paths of heartache.
Faced blissful oblivion

And I have fought that madness!
Stepped off the brink of darkness
and sought the way to freedom,
that lead out to light and love.

 

Copyright © 2011 by Athena C. Beauchamp

 

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Lost

I don’t understand

why is life so complicated.

they like you, they don’t

they appreciate you ,they don’t

they care about you they don’t

how am i supposed to know ?

sometimes i realize that i am special and loved and sometimes i am lost.

Because i am too shy to understand this.

the pain of the past is still in my head.

what should i do?

Gloria Tamaniya

Loneliness

I tried real hard to do this, I tried real hard to make it last

but you can’t move on to the future if you can’t let go of the past

I kept on believing it’d get better

I tried to believe that you cared

but the days grow real cold and lonely

when you’re with someone and still no one is there.

Amy

 

Loneliness

Hate, anger, frustration,

How does one survive?

Confusion, distraught, depression.

Why even be alive?

.

Screaming, running, sobbing,

Everyone is swarming.

Yelling, crying, dying.

Does someone really care?

.

I sit alone now, all by

Myself with no one else.

They’ve all left again for good,

And I am once again alone.

.

I only have friends when

They need a place to hide.

Does that make them love me?

“My basement’s always open. . .”

.

I sit alone again and cry,

For the friends I wish I had,

But will never see.

All I get are words, in threes.

.

They speak to me softly,

Worry in their faces.

Do they care? Or is

Their worry worthless?

.

It hurts at the end,

As we all know, but

After that we don’t

Know how to go.

.

Dante once said that sinners go

Where it is dark and dank,

And in the hot below,

Down where Hades rules.

.

But do we know

Where people go

After their loneliness

Has got to them.

.

Why stay here where it’s sad,

When you can live happy,

No longer alone,

No longer afraid.

House on the Hill and The Hollow Tree

HOUSE ON THE HILL

The house on the hill sits all alone,
no one lives there,
that house is crumbling in plain sight,
but no one seems to care,
once that house was strong,
but facing the worlds endless ware,
turned out to be more than that lone house could bare,
that house crashed to the ground with a silent sound for not a soul was there to hear, his cries of pain were not heard, nor were his cries of fear .

THE HOLLOW TREE

A hollow tree stands weeping alone,
blossoming of this tree has long since ceased,
this tree weeps in silent longing to be released,
people pass it by watching but not caring as it slowly withers and dies,
but then one night in a silent fight with a wind that did not care,
this lonesome tree lost its fight,
and was crashed to the ground with a silent sound from a wind.

-JJ