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

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I am always alone
nobody calls me on the phone
i cant talk to my dad cause he’ll just scream at me
my mother lives far away and i doubt that she’ll be
concerned with anyone else
besides herself
my hopes and dreams are
best put on the shelf
best forgotten about cause
all i want to do is hang out with people tonight
but i cant do that without starting some dumb fight
it doesn’t matter, even if i believe that im right
because at the end of the day
i still lose
left by myself with nothing to say
loneliness is not something that you choose
-Fremen

Alone

By Reyna

Circles in the sky, white ivory trinkets……………

Caresses soft…touching..

The essence of the soul…………

Anticipating, hoping, whispers of soft memories…………..

Left unspoken………..

Leaning Grasses, purple fields, rustling winds…

An embodiment of the spirit………

Sing to the heart, worlds apart, white foam,….

Blue horizons……..

Untamed Sunsets……..

All hold that song………

Careless words, once, twice, tattered souls,

Chipped walls and ….

Faded yellow roses…..

They somehow mark the years of silence…….

 

Glass stained tears,………….

Encumber within me……

Shattered dreams…….

Timeless love lost…..

To the misery of locked hearts……..

I fall…with stains upon my soul……

Prevailing thoughts left untold………

Golden gates yearning soft goodbyes, among the

darkness…………..

I stand………….

Alone……..

 

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)