Web of Loneliness Poems

Poems of the Lonely

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Daytime in my Darkness

Its daytime in my darkness
Always surrounding me
A crowd is near
But yet i am lonely

Its only daytime here in my darkness
With only loneliness as company
I listen to the silence
Since no one can hear me

But still its daytime in my darkness
With a sun of black coal
My tears fall in a corner
And my silent cries echo

i am lonely. i was lonely when i wrote it. i still am. i am just plain lonely. i feel i have no true friends and i feel that no one likes me at all. i am lonely. there. enough said i hope.

One Last Everything

I’m falling,
Falling into an abysm,
Falling through shadows,
Through darkness,
Through anger,
Through pain;
Falling into the consuming flames of doubt.

The coldness keeps me alive,
Alive when I’m wishing I was dead.
One last breath of hope
Lifts me over the mist.

The past know gone,
Gone with the happiness, the joy.
The future lies just a minute away.
A minute away from loneliness,
Just a minute away from death.

No more sadness,
No more sorrow,
No more problems,
No more life.

One last goodbye,
One last smile,
One last tear,
One last love,
One last everything.

by Andrea Fernández

 

My Falling Heart

My heart has been falling,

but no cares to save it.

My heart started falling when i am old enough to feel pain,

and understand what pain really is.

My heart fell from outer space,

then into the earth’s atmosphere,

but still no one cares to save it.

It is now in the earth’s crust suffering from

darkness, cuts and constant painfulness,

that people has created.

It is now in the earths core,

hoping that the heat can burn the pain away.

It boils my heart, but still the pain stays.

It will never be gone until someone saves it.

I am desperate for help, but no one cares.

My heart through all the years falling,

no one saved it.

Now regret but too bad you my heart is no more falling

It suffering.

I saw once in this movie that,

“Only LOVE can heal your heart”

I can only hope that someone is brave enough,

to go through the earths core and touch my heart,

and ease my pain away,

i am sick and tired of pretending,

but i just can’t be myself anymore.

I have been ruined

I want and need someone to heal me with love

just like how the stories go

just let me dream……….

Alicia Lee

 

My Neighbor’s Window

By Jeanne Dakota

Reaching through shadows from a large elm tree, the bright sunlight spotlights my neighbor’s upstairs window. The white window pane glows against dark blue asphalt tile siding. I don’t usually notice this window from my home across the street. Most days it fades into the woods around it.

The whimsical white lace curtains open to a sliver of darkness within, and I wonder:

Does a woman awake in a warm bed, greeting her lover under the covers, their breaths commingled in the early morning chill, their hearts warm enough to compensate?

Or does she lay bereft of soulful heat, and gaze at the sunshine as I do, wishing it was enough to motivate her to fill another day’s emptiness, another blank slate awaiting either her actions or her apathy?

Between the two houses, the road is cleared from yesterday’s snow. As it has dried the road, so too might the sun evaporate my gloom, if I were to walk in it.

But inertia claims my body. No lover’s glee propels me out into a world where no one wonders how I arose from bed this cold winter’s day or whether I got up at all.

January 1, 2001

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It is a spear piercing my throat.

It is the woman ripping my heart.

It is the darkness choking my neck.

It is the water I feel on my body,

Heavy and filling.

It is the fear of being alone.

 

It is the tears that I cry.

It is the pain in my stomach.

It is the self destruction of thought.

It is the fantasies in my head,

Making me smile.

It is what I do.

 

It is that day at the bridge

It is the look on her face

It is the sound of her voice

It is the new man she has

It is the love that I have

It is the love that she hasn’t

It is the

 

It just is.