Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Ellis Emery May 17
Lonely
That's a expression I'm conflicted with
It's a word to describe, a feeling or state of mind
in which a person feels they have-
nobody to confide in,
nobody to stand beside,
nobody to tell what's on their mind,
and what am I?
Am I really lonely
When I have all these people around me, when I
Open and close my eyes?
Am I really lonely,
When I have somebody to confide in,
somebody to stand beside,
somebody to tell what's on my mind?
Empty
Even around the people I love
I feel like I'm sinking; suffocating
There is an emptiness in my chest
With the pains of all the rest
I feel I cannot rid myself of this pest
Loneliness;
Is this the feeling?
I wrote this poem to try my best to express how I feel almost daily. I can be around my best friends, and yet, I still feel so empty. I've heard people say that you can't really be lonely when you have people to talk to, people to trust, or people to hang out with. But here I am, still feeling lonely no matter who I'm around. The feeling is suffocating almost, as if it is slowly submerging me in it like its a pool of water.
Grey Rose Apr 8
Strange Skeleton Knight
Why do you fight?

You're so fragile
Yet you take on my burdens without being asked
Why must you be so eager to die on my behalf?

Don't you deserve to live too?

Mr Skeleton Knight
Why don’t you cry?

You never make a sound
Yet your sadness echoes deafeningly
Do your bones not feel cold out in the dark?
Does not being able to shed tears make you unable to release your sadness?

Can I cry on your behalf?

Sir Skeleton Knight
What did you do with your heart?

Did you tear it out to stop yourself from feeling?
Did you give it away along with the rest of yourself?
Even someone without flesh and organs shouldn't look so empty inside
Why can't you get your heart back?

Can I give you mine instead?

Noble Skeleton Knight
Do you like the grave I've dug you?

I'm glad that you haven't buried yourself yet
But I'm sure you don't feel the same way
Then why don’t you let your soul rest?
Wouldn't the warm dirt hug you more than anyone else has?

I don’t think I can help you anymore.

Beloved Skeleton Knight
I’ve killed myself

I hope you don't think that your existence was a tragedy
Though in the end I never managed to make you feel alive even once
I’ve told them to bury me next to your grave
Promise me that you'll stay at my side
Atleast now we can be cold and empty together.

Why do you still look so sad?
Tommy Randell Feb 16
Polar opposites. Simple chaos.
Window paintings. Peopled interiors.
Windblown scarves & Naked dancers.
His voracious appetite for light.
Mexican blues on Railroad Drive. Engine 177.
Chop Suey breakfasts. Yellow rooms & Orange light.

Fruit bowl in the Barber shop window.
Have they all gone home to be lonely in private?
Silhouettes of rooftops and trees.
Blue vase on a bare stand. Drugs & Ex-Lax.
Shadowy stairwells. A man smoking, waiting.
2 in the Aisle. An Usherette in Cerulean mood.

Coal Town. 7am 1948. It is forever Stillness.
Gazing into canvas never out. Lots of folded arms.
Pleated shadows and hanging curtains.
Someone's Wife in 3/4 profile, turned away.
Pale Blue Comedians. Redhead sat on a bed.
It is the same Man painted twice in Nighthawks.


Tommy Randell. - 15th Feb 2021.
Streamed verse composed watching a YouTube discourse on Hopper's work. No-one ever mentions it is the same man painted twice in Nighthawks... Why is that? It is, it is - go see!
Loneliness-seeking shock flares up daily in the trenches of my deserving face! In my brain, harsh thoughts strike a pinch: what a horrible joke every single charm-smile, art-liver-like mimicry stray look! When the immortal Universe sins with glittering stars - the happy destruction of fearful momentary moments may be the most important thing! Your budding vortex, my pathetic attachment to Being turns you into another world and your watchful gaze is crushed into millions of shards by the bitter loneliness of uniqueness!
 
The unconditional, gloomy nightmare of the Night is ingrained among my sighing bones; tearful and weary tears of my eyes are embodied in unshakable figures! "You wake up so many blind dark, many sparkling pills, in the shadow of a wounded Spirit, because there can be little vi kiss medicine for my wounds!" Between the flames of my hidden demons and my digestive Hyena hells, I still live persistently! I am a punching, drooping wanderer, I can hardly want to find my place many times, and my mood - which will one day click out - started to suddenly turn rancid!
 
I would call on my immortal Beloved, only to be able to listen forever to the courage-pouring, lily-loving voice of the south company, the chirping of his silky ***** as a tannin — and I still couldn't solve the big riddle: Who is the goddess on earth?! Until the bleeding twilight bleeds on the web of embezzled minutes: What else can I have to do with the Savior Light at all?
Alistair Dec 2020
𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒'𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒
𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓,
𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑵𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝑡𝑜 𝑒𝑛𝑑,
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑦 𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛.

𝐼 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑎 𝑤𝑖𝑠ℎ 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓
𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑒𝑟,
𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑒𝑒𝑝,
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑏𝑒 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑑.

𝐿𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠
𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐼 𝑝𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓.
𝐴𝑐𝑡 𝑎𝑠 𝑖𝑓 𝐼'𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛
𝐼𝑛 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝐼 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘 𝑡𝑜.

𝐿𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑵𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓.
𝑇ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑠
𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑢𝑛𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛𝑠,
𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑖𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠.

𝐽𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑡 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑡𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠,
𝐿𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑎𝑡 𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑖𝑠ℎ.
𝐿𝑜𝑜𝑘 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑝𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓,
𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼'𝑚 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑡ℎ𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑎𝑡 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐼 𝑑𝑜.

𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝑫𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓,
𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒'𝑠 𝑛𝑜 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑓𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑒,
𝐿𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛.
𝐵𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝐼 𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑣𝑎𝑖𝑛.

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏.
a very very late upload since I planned to post this before the end of November but I forgot all about it :3

Anyways, Merry Christmas everyone, I hope y'all had a great Christmas day muah<3
Glenn Currier Oct 2020
This place is an oasis
in the midst of loneliness.
How could I be so lonely
while wrapped in your embrace?
For the poets on HePo
Kenneth Gray Oct 2020
A strand
Its all I've got
Some people have
Some people have not
A strand is all I've got

A strand
Its all I've got
Some people have little
Some people have lots
A strand is all I've got

A strand
Its all I've got
My strength is failing
Win? Nah, probably not
Because a strand is all I've got

A strand
That's all
That's all I've got
A strand is all I've got
This one is pretty self explanatory. I don't have much left to hold onto. I wanted to express that using as few words as possible. That way the poem structure relates to only having a strand as well. I love reading this one. Its exactly what I was after when I thought up the idea.
Laura Oct 2020
I haven’t been feeling well,
I have been feeling down,
Not knowing what to do with my life,
Nothing seems to be working,
Nothing seems worth it;

I feel overwhelmed,
I feel stressed,
I am scared,
and yet,
I feel so empty;

Why do I feel so empty?

I remember feeling accomplished, proud and happy,
But it feels like a distant memory,
Like a memory from a past life,
That like everything else just disappeared with the winds of time;

And yet;

They feel real enough that I can keep being hopeful,
And in a way,
It just makes everything harder,
Sadder,
I feel enough to keep going but not enough to know if it’s worth it;

I can’t help but question myself,
Why? How? When?
Why do I keep feeling like this?
How do I get better?
When did I lose myself?
Is it worth it?

Or,
Should I join myself with the memories and just disappear with the winds of time.
Cailey Weaver Oct 2020
Maybe I cry too much, love too much, and feel too much
I’m sorry if that makes you feel uncomfortable to talk to me
I can be too sensitive, I try, but I can never win
So sorry if my heart’s too big to fill the box you put me in

And I wish you could see all the love I have to give
Inside a brain that thinks so fast that it forgets that I am breathing…

And I know I shine the brightest when I haven’t got a clue
Of how whatever hell is wrong with me takes all the fun away from you
I know that I shine brighter when I cannot understand
How I can never fill the shoes you try to fit onto my hands

And I wish that you would take all the care I have to give
Inside someone who loves so much she forgets she should be eating…

Maybe I hurt too much, talk too much, and think too much
Perhaps that makes me less than worthy of the friendship that I need
I could call you up again, but maybe I’ll just let them in
The ones who treat me like I’m not a burden ladled onto them

The ones who hold me while I cry and think I deserve better
And ones who drive out to my house no matter what the weather
The day I let you go was when I knew that I was free
I knew I shined the brightest when I let you walk away from me
samantha Sep 2020
I dont miss you
I dont miss your face
Your laugh
Your hair

I just miss the touch
Someone by my side
To laugh with
To hug

Does everyone feel this way?
Living day by day,
unable to escape?

I used to be sad
Now im just numb
I miss when i would cry
The sadness would fill me to my brim

But at least then I wasnt empty.
Next page