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When

When I sit and Ponder
of days or yore and yonder.
Of times I was glad
and times I was sad.
When I was a child
and a little bit wild.
When I was a boy
and full of joy.
When i was a youth
perhaps a little a uncouth.
When I became a man,
oh dear !!
Maybe I shouldn’t sit and ponder?

Norman of Leicester, England
written 1996
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Loneliness is Looming

Loneliness is Looming

head it starts zooming

don’t know what’s in store

my heart will start to pour

this never ending ache

how long must I take

this lonely night of the soul

so familiar with its toll

tired and in need

of a familiar breed

place for my soul to rest

from this loneliness pest

never leaving me alone

always there no one to phone

feeling sick I’m going mad

even gave up on sad

rejection rears its head

needing rest gone to bed .

by  Carmelia WOL

The Air is Stagnant

The air is stagnant
My heart is numb
My eyes are loosing their sight
I can’t hear the world around me
My spirit is not to be found

I wake up each day with no thoughts
I walk through each day, heartless and mad
I sing only sad songs
My melody is stuck on one note.

Heartache and headache are my friend
With out them I would be alone
I cry out to find new companions
No one wants to be with heartache
Headache is a nuisance.

My nest has chains, and barbwire
To leave is as painful as to stay
To start over again, to rebuild my soul
A new beginning to a past
I will carry that book from now to forever
To lose that memory would be a blessing in disguise.

 

Root

Early one spring I saw a tree,

A most beautiful maple tree with fresh, green leaves,

Smelling sweet and musky like the white shoulders

Of a new maiden.

I plucked a leaf and put it in my heart and kept it there

For seventeen years,

Although I forgot about it for most of that time;

Took my leaf for granted, and when I looked at it, finally,

It had withered, dried and crumbled.

Astonished, distraught, sad, terrified, I threw my leaf away,

And walked back into the forest, which I knew once,

But did no more, so changed and strange to me.

My fear seized my soul; I knew I would parish there alone.

Madly I searched for my tree, for another leaf, but she was gone.

Weeping, I wandered the dense wood, not believing I could find

Another tree.

But, then I stumbled on a root and fell into sweet, wet grass.

I pushed my face deep into the grass, so cool a fragrant,

And felt the root tug at my foot.

I looked up a saw an oak spreading over my, and I saw God.

No leaf would I take from this tree, no branch that could break and fall;

I would take the root.  I would love that root and never lose sight

Of it,

Or neglect it like my leaf

As I held my root, loved her and was joyful in her, I became

A tree,

A sapling first, and from my darling root I gained strength,

And I became a fine tree.  No oak, not even maple, but sturdy,

Confident and able to stand rigors of time and weather;

And my root stayed with me and gave me life.

.

My root died last week, fought hard to stay, but her sweet body

Failed.

I am bereft; what will I do without my root, my steadfast hold on

Earth;

My raison d’etre; my avatar of God?

But, I know now, if I look carefully at where you stood,

I will see the Love of God because you, my root, my anchor,

Was all I could  see, and I was fulfilled, but now, now,

My Love, my Darling, I must see God where you were,

Because now you are with God, and I must see the way

So, someday, I can find you.  Te Adoro, my Sweet.

Lonely Poem

That girl walk alone,
She walks with no one beside her,
People point and ask questions,
She looks down in shame,
She’s alone,
She looks around and sees couples,
She wanders around by herself,
What’s wrong with me?,
She’s always asking,
All of her feelings are bottled inside,
No one must know that it hurts her,
She smiles like life is perfect,
When she gets sad,
No one is there to make her feel better and hug her,
No one is there to tell her “babe it will all be good”,
NO ONE is there,
All these thoughts linger in her head,
As a teardrop slowly falls down her cheek,
That girl,
That girl is ME. mZ.l0n3Ly