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Window to the Soul

By Amy Friauf

The flame of a candle is blown out
As lovelessness withers a rose away
And as the forgotten statue
Collects dust every passing day:
A man tells his lover
That he has found some other.
Don’t wait up for me,
We’ll never again be together.
The only comfort here is
To think of what could have been.
I sob in the still night,
Thinking of your lewd sin.
The flame has blown out;
The passion has gone and left,
Just as the lone statue still remains
At the reflecting window
Of timeless, eternal shame.

 

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My Neighbor’s Window

By Jeanne Dakota

Reaching through shadows from a large elm tree, the bright sunlight spotlights my neighbor’s upstairs window. The white window pane glows against dark blue asphalt tile siding. I don’t usually notice this window from my home across the street. Most days it fades into the woods around it.

The whimsical white lace curtains open to a sliver of darkness within, and I wonder:

Does a woman awake in a warm bed, greeting her lover under the covers, their breaths commingled in the early morning chill, their hearts warm enough to compensate?

Or does she lay bereft of soulful heat, and gaze at the sunshine as I do, wishing it was enough to motivate her to fill another day’s emptiness, another blank slate awaiting either her actions or her apathy?

Between the two houses, the road is cleared from yesterday’s snow. As it has dried the road, so too might the sun evaporate my gloom, if I were to walk in it.

But inertia claims my body. No lover’s glee propels me out into a world where no one wonders how I arose from bed this cold winter’s day or whether I got up at all.

January 1, 2001

Beautiful Lover

Beautiful Lover, tell me how have you been?
A bit dusty, but otherwise, working and clean.
We’ve been talking much more these days, I think.
And here we are again, out for another drink.

Here’s to us then, what do you say,
A toast to us on such a fine day?
To us, to us! Let’s drink to us, then,
For friends we have been since, since when?

How silly are you, six months it has been!
Together day and night, inseparable, I mean, For six months now, from my side you’ve not parted Not even for a moment, since this whole affair started!

Of course I haven’t, you know I was just joking, Some fun at your impulsiveness I was poking.
I understand, Beautiful Lover, and I think of you no less, Rather, I imagine only our upcoming, intimate bliss.

Do feel you are ready, speak true if you please, For before we begin, you must be fully at ease.
But if you are not, speak now, I pray,
And I will wait for you, for another day.

You lie naked beside me as I sit on my bed, Forget all words that could poss’bly be said.
For at this moment, the universe is ours to share, May our destinies become one, release ev’ry care.

Ready I am, your taste lingers on my lip, Your trigger I feel on my finger tip, My friend, my loneliness ends with you, Beautiful Lover, my issued C7A2.