Web of Loneliness Poems

Poems of the Lonely

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EVOLving

                           “When I enter your sights
You see a man with his Mother’s height
And his Father’s might
Therefore, I’m the strong silent type
The pen expresses my heart’s joy & fright
Life is what I write
Letting my dreams take flight
In the dark of the night
Only to return in the day when its bright
There is a lot of gray area, no black & white
I used to believe in honesty
Now I see modesty is the best policy
Time will tell who truly respects & honors me
I just have to love myself solidly
                        No room for possibly
Although, I can make space for probably
Emotions can’t be reasoned with logically
Balancing admiration from the public
Along with rejection is a little hard to stomach
The question that I find to be the toughest…
Do I really know what love is?
Sometimes I feel like my answer is rubbish
Only I should master my puppet
Every morning I try to awake to trumpets
Allowing hope to flare, but then I blunder it
Seeking refuge until the lightning & thunder quits
However, the rain persists
A necessity in order to wash away the pain that exists.” 
by E. Bassey

Popular

What’s it like over there,
Popular?
With that manicured body and that perfect hair,
Popular?

Tired of all your dates,
Popular?
Wish you could just chill at home some night,
Popular?

Hard to keep track of it all,
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Sick of all that time at the mall,
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Friends annoying and loud,
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Wish you could find a different crowd,
Popular?

Well, try it my way,
Popular.
Try being alone

every night and every day,
Popular.

Oh, sure a few real friends,
Popular,

but NO ONE to go home to. Not even a tormentor for company

It hurts. I’ll trade mine for yours any day.

Feelings

What do you do when your feelings are mixed up inside you
You try to be happy but inside your always blue
At times you’d like to cry but there’s people all about
So you hold it back and try not to pout
You try not to think of the bad times you had
And try to be happy but inside your always sad
You know exactly what you really want to say
But you can never get it out to this very day
It runs about in your head both day and night
And it doesn’t go away no matter how hard you fight
People ask “How are you” you say “good” what a lie
If they only knew you would really rather cry
No matter what you do it is always on your mind
And all the people around you are so happy and kind
You try everything but nothing seems to work
All that pain because of one little hurt
No one understands what you’re going thru now
You want to live a happy life but you don’t know how.
Judy

Insomnia

Sleep, come soothe my broken world

But I know, you won’t visit me when you’re told

Come sleep of my childhood

When hours on end

Up on trees, on mountains, in fileds

With friends I spent.

Even then, they were the birds,

they were books, beloved

flowers, and vampires from old folk tales

and countless dreams

of how my world could be.

Now time, continuous, lingers by

Dripping its course with venom

Numbing the soul and desire.

I fall in the vastness of the universe

Not shining as a star

But sinking in a black hole

Of forgetfullness,

Remembering all.

Tortured by night and by day

Wondering who am I.

A collection of talents and university degrees and post degrees?

A mirror shows me

a picture of someone familiar.

who is it?

Still a child, singing itself to the sleep that won’ t come.

Is it exile from my land?

no, an exile from the living.

A connection broken

Long before I was born.

An exile in time, a desert of mind.

So much to know, so much to do

Yet I fret, give up.

In the wee hours

everything i let unravel,

all becomes loose ends

Going nowhere.

It begins to dawn

Morning light of no hope

that the new day could bring.

only the infinity of this void that so terribly stings.

the night that joins the day,

and another night and day.

Endless cycle of desolation

and despair.

Come sleep.

 

Beautiful

They say it is beautiful

this country, the people,

why don’t I have eyes to see?

yet sometimes i glimpse it,

a rare comet burning

so quick to disappear.

Feelings of yearning

Pain left behind

the sparks of this

astral trail.

 

Adriana (Romania-Australia)