Web of Loneliness Poems

Poems of the Lonely

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Temple Dream

Damn the day! fade away, ruthless rays of light!
Make apparent every flaw of my endless fight.

Finding refuge in the folds of
darkness , love thee kiss and hold…

close the door, turn out the night.
Kiss the softest breath of night.

Temple dream, I dance AGAIN!
The flames, my lovers never burn me.

Warmest night winds push and pull.
Liquid visions softly turn me.

 

Lonely Heart and Lonely Nights

As darkness looms I gaze into the candle light ….

My heart feels the pains of wanting you with me each night

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You came in to my life and brought a calm in my heart….

But now it just seems we are always so far apart

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The brightness, love and happiness   you brought to my life….

Has been a source of releasing so much of my strife

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I miss the times you reached for me then pulled me ever so near……

I miss the times you used to say “I love you “so softly in my ear

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Thinking back on how long it has been….

I daily long for the time when you kiss me once again

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My body aches to feel your arms holding me tight….

And just knowing you are there all through the night

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Realizing we both have our own life struggles and pain…

Through these days we must not let our feelings wane

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Even though we talk each night and each day….

My soul still aches with our being far away

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I not only need you… but want you with all of my heart….

And pray to God for a day when we are no longer so far apart

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I am here for the long haul to see this thing out ……….

And in hopes that you are having no doubt

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Just know that I have grown to love you and always will….

For there is a place in my heart that only you can fill

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By: Cheryl Stephens

Hollow

By Raven

It is a Hollow I cannot fill,

I pine for it,

But I do not belong, anywhere.

I watch groups of friends interact,

Smile, laugh, kiss, dance,

It hurts so badly as I realise want to be a part of it so much,

I want to laugh without a care in the world,

I want to have days where we get together and just talk about the things we love.

I want days where we just mess about and do nothing,

I want to be able to give and receive hugs and kisses,

I want to be capable of love, of trust,

But I understand that, it is not to be.

I am always looking in from outside,

Standing on the edge smiling pathetically to myself,

Living vicariously through those that I watch,

Spending evenings imagining myself as a part of those groups,

Tears coursing down my cheeks as I smile dreaming of the things I can never have,

Taking a sadistic pleasure in gathering as many memories of those forbidden pleasures,

Of comfort, of happiness and love,

I cannot stop watching for fear of drowning in the depression of a realisation where I truly understand that I am denied the very things I spend my days viewing.

Alone I stand outside that dirty window peering in.

Even if I could gather up the courage to knock on the glass and ask to be let in, I would fall short.

Because in my world, although there is a window, there is certainly not….

A door.