Web of Loneliness Poems

Poems of the Lonely

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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.

With a Mask in Place

I was alive
I had a soul
I walked the halls
It was so

But i was killed
Date unknown
I have no tombstone
And mourners none

But my body remains
An empty shell
That walks along
This is hell

A broken smile
And a mask in place
No one noticed
A death took place

the title of this is “With a Mask in Place” u want an interpretation. im stating my loneliness n it symbolizes such. the end with my ‘death’ meaning i am lonely and my friends do not notice, n if they do they do not seem to care, n whether or not they r my friends. yadda yadda yadda. all it is, is me showing my loneliness by saying that i ‘died’ (a metaphor for how lonely i am, how i feel unwanted, and my accepting these feelings as normal occurrences) and my friends not noticing. and the mask is how they don’t notice n e thing is wrong, they can’t see my loneliness n all as if i am wearing a mask over my face. and i use the word hell, but i mean it as the place n saying that loneliness is torture as if i was (guess where) in hell

 

Alone

Another day has dawned to spend alone, I see, with just my memories for company.

Long hours to fill, an empty home, and sadness fills me as I roam.

I wander through the empty rooms, feel your presence…. Try to push away the gloom.

No one to share a word or joke, no one to hold my hand or hear a kind word spoke.

No one to share my bed…… So many things that were left unsaid.

Too much time to sit and think, too much time to sink,

Into hopelessness and pain…… If only I could have you back again.

There are two faces now to wear each day, two ways to live my life, it seems.

The outside world expects a smile, a pleasant face…. How’s your health and dreams?

I value every little word that’s said, they help to fill the empty spaces left ahead.

Then inside, all alone once more, I sit and watch the clock and door.

For time hangs so heavy now, and creases cover face and brow.

The phone sits silently and sulks, the post box empty, walk, walk,

Around the garden, do odd jobs, check the clock, then…. Oh god! Is it only half past ten?

I’ll get the car out, drive, but where? It’s just as lonely everywhere.

People hurry by as if I don’t exist somehow, another lost face in the crowd.

Ah well, at last it’s time for bed, time to rest my aching head.

Another day looms up ahead, more hours to fill…. Fills me with dread!

 

Jack Newman

 

Loneliness

I’m sitting here alone.
In this empty room
which keeps on getting emptier.
Only the light from the street is shining,
And then a loud call for help,
And everything turns black.

I’m sitting here alone
In this small room,
It keeps getting smaller.

I try thinking of something or someone.
But nothing comes to my head,
I’m alone…

I’m sitting here alone in this dark room,
It keeps on getting darker.
Nobody is home
I feel so alone.

I go out on the street,
I stand alone.
I see the long street,
It keeps on getting longer.
It’s a dead street,
Which keeps on dying.
A silent street. A lonely street.

Nothing surrounds me;
No sound, no smell, no sight.
…Nothing…

A world once filled with hate and death,
Now gone.
It’s gone and it’s left us alone.
Me and my loneliness.

by Andrea Fernández

Vexed

By: D.J.S.

A Love that dances
across spring green fields
like stained glass butterflies.

Petal to petal, petal to blade
blade to stone, then again,
dancing skyward nary a care.

Oh to be there yet and then,
a love so pure surely endures.

Tests of time and sweet
wind chimes made of pine,
from holy hearts less empty.

Yet wishing you could be there
to fill a cavernous void held
within a lost blank stare.

Alas ensnared in loneliness’
incessant cry of silence.

Never to dance under starry sky
again in tender romance.

A head hung to cry tears of
A soul lost to a love made hollow.