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With Two Dogs In The Yard

a House shelters from the rains, the winds, the outside elements,

a Home shelters from human fears, loneliness and despair.

 

a House keeps out intruders, people who would take from within,

a Home invites strangers, people who will become friends and givers.

 

a House stores things…pictures, books, computer stuff and possessions,

a Home holds memories… stories, shared moments of learning, joys and sorrows.

 

a House warms the body, provides comfort to the flesh,

a Home warms the soul, provides comfort to the spirit.

 

a House is a place where golden and black have a back yard to play,

a Home is where Mart and Thor are loved in every room.

 

a House has a street address and can be burned to the ground with fire,

a Home has an essence which can be torn apart by mistrust.

 

Our Home is now my house…

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Can’t You See Me Through the Rain

Have you ever felt like there was no where to run?
No one there, when all you need is a shoulder to cry on?
Where can you go when you get caught up in the drift of everything that is flowing through your head?
When all the pain comes rushing in and all you do is cry out to be saved, but there is no one there to feel your pain.
You feel so faraway from the world and you are lost in thought.
Just remember that you will find your way home.
You are going to make it alone.
All you need to do is say, that you can make it all the way, through thick and thin, you can make it in.
YOu are strong enough to mend, even if you feel afraid hold on tighter to your faith, and live one more day to make it through the rain.
Do not give in to all the things that pull you down.
You will make it safe and sound.
Keep pushing on and you will see that everything you need will come, if you just keep going a little further.
When people come to push you down don’t be afraid because you can make it all the way.
Don’t hesitate, just walk through the gate and you will see that you have made it all the way through the rain.

My House

Lies, screams, cries, laughter
All pointed at me, yea it’s a disaster
But this is the place that I call home
I thought it was a place for a family
But then why am I all alone
All the fake smiles and lies to my face
You see it as my family
I see it as a hell place
Mourning to go home after school and friends
Longing to go to school, starting the shit all over again
I sit in my room and cry myself to sleep
I tried getting help, but my pain is just too deep
There is nothing left for me now except a permanent sleep

 

My Home

Where do I belong,
I have been created by the almighty god, but what for,
Do I have purpose,
I was given life not knowing where I belong or knowing what my significance is.

Life has no purpose and all of us know it,
If life had purpose then why do we die,
I know nothing of myself,
I am so confused.

Why is life given to those who shall die,
Death is eminent so do not fear its presence,
If thou shan’t die today, you will die tomorrow,
Dying does not hurt unless you let it.

I cannot comprehend what I am supposed to do or why I am here,
Am I even real, Am I just a dream someone is having,
Where is my home,
I just feel so alone…

joshua isaiah

 

Chasing Suns

My poem is entitled Chasing Suns and I wrote it shortly after my girlfriend broke up with me… She was my first love and is still my only love… It’s almost been eight months since she left me and I’m still madly in love… It’s really no fun :-\ anyway, here is my poem.
i hope you find some meaning in my words.

Chasing Suns
by: Lee Mintz

There exists a home

in a land undefined

By word nor by sound

a lost page of blank line

And though I may dwell

in its spacious confine

It’s a torturous existence

without your home next to mine

This landscape bleeds emotion

pools raindrops obscene

It grows salted and withered

its wounds grow unseen

I froze fast in your fire

wandered lost in between

My sweet darling ember

and our horizon pristine

Darkness descends tearing sleepless asunder

bringing a beating heart still

An infant still lives fading faster toward slumber

under walls of concrete will

No one tear shall flow from this sorrow

chasing endless suns of sanguine spill

I now live lifeless life borrowed

keeping pace with harsh words

“the end, until…”

there it is
every single line has relation to something she and I did together, something she said to me, characteristics of her, or something that happened between us and i feel that this is my best poetic work to date. i hope you agree.