#reclusive poems on Hello Poetry

Nolan Willett Jan 2021

Hermit

I don’t get lonely
Or, if this is loneliness,
I much prefer it

#loneliness #hermit #reclusive #antisocial #haiku

Tony Tweedy Mar 2019

Trying to fill the days and forcing them to go.
Finding there are too many in a never ending flow.
What to do with time that never seems to end.
Seemingly more hours than with which I can contend.
Playing games and dithering just to pass the time away.
Sleeping endless moments and still finding its today.
Why do all the days seem so very long?
What choice did I make to make time ebb so wrong?
I know it hasn't always passed or seemed to happen in this way.
But oh so long ago since they were all a twenty four hour day.
No rhythm or regularity in times pattern anymore.
Why so many hours and what are the days all for?
I used to measure days by the passing of the sun.
But many times I sleep and of daylight I see none.
You may think I have control of all rhythms in these things.
But why control the repetition tomorrow always brings?
If I sleep eight times and I eat just only three.
Is that not a measure of how long my week should be?
Must I sleep just seven and eat per some schedule too?
Will I then contend with time as I am meant to do?
Will days take new meaning and my hours hold more reward?
Or will the extra hours awake just make me much more bored?
If I sleep twelve times and I eat when I have need to.
Aren't the days still the same length both for me and you?
Do we really share the same cycle if I view it on my own?
Or does time really move much slower for those who are alone?

#reclusive #alone #time #lost #isolated #isolation #pointless #repetetive

Secret Garden Feb 2018

Patience

I drew myself back, no one batted an eye.
Reclusive and numb, keeping thoughts inside.
I swallow them down like the pills I wont take
Thoughts that poison, leaving tears in their wake.
I was found, I was lost, I was searching for a fix.
I gave myself away and watched the ticking clock tick.
My time has run out, now what is there left,
Other than to try and replace what I failed to protect.

#patience #reclusive #sad #depression #alone #time #failing #thoughts

Kissed By Depression Feb 2018

it's a cycle

Im numb when I talk to people
Not a soul, with whom I connect
Constantly avoiding people I have met
Please, don't get me started on new conversations
Small talk is just diluted death sensations
Out loud, when I speak, I have no malicious intentions
but when brought to the surface I face negative altercations
Losing touch with my place in society
Reality is swallowed by my thoughts, which are rioting
Chaos is threading itself around my roots
My sense of normal I will soon lose
Too long, I have spent alone
Reclusive, I am prone
I always find myself back at not wanting to be alone

In honor of another consumer holiday, Happy Valentines Day! I'm still depressed! :)

#numb #reclusive #valentines #day #alone #vday #love

Angela Rose Jan 2018

L.O.V.E

L is for the way I lose my breath
O is for the only one I am allowed to see
V is very very extra over protective
E is even more reclusive than I have ever been before

And love is all that I have given to you
Love is just a sadistic game to you
We are not in love, we fake it
You've taken my heart and done more than just break it
Cause this "love" was not made for me and you

This is a straight on poetic twist on the song "L.O.V.E" by the late Nat King.

#love #abusive #trigger #sadistic #reclusive #poetry #pain #music #lyrics #games

Justin S Wampler Jan 2015

I see you there

A loose wool-knit sweater had holes in the pattern,
through which her skin was visible both above and below
the dark sports-bra wore stretched across her *******.
I could see the thin straps draped over her collarbones,
and thought about the lines they leave in her skin.

Yoga pants squeezed her legs underneath of thigh-high socks,
and both were layered below tall leather boots with low heels.
An olive green fatigue jacket hung open around her and
was adorned with a colorful scarf that lay claim to her neck,
its tassels curled and bounced with each step she took
mirroring precisely the loose curls in her fair hair.

Finger-less gloves left her free to feel the texture of the
pages she turned one by one in a book pulled from the shelf.
She had sat down right in the aisle, planting herself in front of
the poetry section inside of a crowded Barnes and Nobles.
Sitting there with such an elegance, I lack the words for it,
completely unnoticed and free from the numerous
holiday shoppers that were carefully stepping over her,
books in their own arms, and heading for the cash registers.

#love #life #reckless #distant #doubtful #2015 #reclusive #attrition #triage

Justin S Wampler Jun 2014

mirror-lens perspective

tell me, upon returning...

"Returning from where, I've been right here?"

...did you gasp for breath?

"I no longer fool myself into believing that breathing was ever an option,"
-thought my hand out loud
"I merely close my eyes and concede myself to the asphyxiation."

love

*"...is my darkness of eternity."

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