"lonley" poems
are we so unloved........in this the very day
that holds together all of creation?
wonderous sight!...eachother!
freely coming unto what we know to call
"the sacred door"
weeping and moaning in sheer lonliness
hating our abusing friends
who we then so gladly abuse
thankful for "justification"
we stomp our own poor face by face
we'd re-lynch negros if we could
get the rag heads YES WE CAN...HURRAY!
while the deadly oil spill
SIMPLY ERASED
IF NOT FROM THE WATERS .....THEN
FROM MEMORIES
we hate our lovers from the day we meet
and when he's gone
we want him back again!
so very unloved
but wait!
when a true friend appears
we just call him "nerd" or "geek"
lonley loveless
yet so safe
from the overwhelming reality
loving to be unloved
the power trip that never fades away
Aug 13, 2010
Aug 13, 2010 at 12:53 PM UTC
there was once a goat he had a coat of white
he had a funny beard such a funny sight
he liked to roam around all along the coast
travelling all around was what he liked the most
one day on his travels while walking down the road
sat there in the hedge he saw a little toad
the little toad was sad and had teardrop in his eye
the goat he said whats wrong. what has made you cry.
the toad said he was lonley thats why he was sad
i have lost my friend he said the only one i had
goat he said dont cry i know just what to do
we will look together and find your friend for you
then suddenly they heard another little toad
croaking in the hedge further down the road
it was his little friend that he was searching for
now they were toether and they were friends once more
goat he said goodbye im glad you found your friend
the story was complete and has a happy end
Apr 21, 2010
Apr 21, 2010 at 6:54 AM UTC
I didn't write this one. Its actually part of spoken poetry lyrics .. im sharing it because I feel like start to finish I can relate to every word, every feeling. I consider myself the girl behind the mask
The girl behind the mask doesnt understand the beauty, is in the eye of the beholder, and it doesnt matter how many times I have told her she still relies on the opinions of people of who dont realize that what they see as shy is in fact the feeling of lonley,
The feeling of whatever she does Is not quite good enough, the feeling of constantly disappointing the people closest who only want to see her happy,
But instead they have to watch the detoeratation and can do nothing. They hope and pray that one day the girl behind the mask will finally say with content and honesty to herself "IM HAPPY "
I can put these feelings of no self worth on the shelf and live on, build up my life and repair myself from the past,
And can finally say to myself that at last " IVE DONE IT"
I've beat the demons inside my soul, the demons that made my thoughts and life cold,
The ones that made me contemplate my life, my confidence, my existence and my future, made me feel hurt that cant be fixed with a suture,
The girl behind the mask doesnt see that her strength shines so much brighter, you see the girl behind the mask doesnt know what she is capable of, it's as if how blind to how happy she makes everyone, she puts a smile on a face of the person feeling down, shes blind to the fact that she can turn a sad day around, and make people smile from ear to ear,
But when she takes off the mask she's filled with nothing but fear, fear of what the next day brings her, as if she's waiting for her sentence and there's nothing but rumours being spread around about her.
The girl behind the masks is the definition of beauty , the meaning of strength, she needs to know thats its the duty, of everyone who cares to help in the fight, to make her realize that her life is her life, to understand that there is nothing to be afraid of, she has family and friends that will show depression what they are made of,
The girl behind the mask needs to lift her head up and open her eyes and realize that she'll never be alone and as much as she may feel it, the pain she is feeling now.... happiness will heal it
So be strong and proud of the person you are because with strength and power the end of these feeling isn't far, and you can smile,dance, and sing live thr life that u were deprived from, the life you have not yet felt.. the life u lived contemplating overdose or the rope. The feeling of eating was hell, the life u lived where everything goes wrong you will be free from all the anxiety and pain
Look at yourself in the mirror and say these words to your self, "why am I letting this control me, look at your beauty. As hard as it seems you need to smile. Its your duty, then see your pain as a emotional journey,
Remember certainly there is a destination waiting for u to be happy at last.. but please be strong stay strong the girl behind the mask
Nov 7, 2020
Nov 7, 2020 at 10:22 AM UTC
By Arcassin B
I cant believe,
the last time there was ever love for me,
put me in the position of a lonley person,
Dont be late,
i cant believe,
she would believe them over me,
eventhough i didnt see it as something being worth it,
its too late.
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 9:45 PM UTC
Another school, another day
The Indian woman makes her way
Passing students in the hall
To spread her story to them all
Another class, another crowd
The students here are way too loud
The teacher yells, they take their seat
But one quiet girl I'd like to meet
She sits alone, eyes on her book
When I start talking, then she looks
A baby deer, she hid her face
But the smile I saw was filled with grace
My story ends, the kids applaud
The deep attention, their facade
The bell rings, they clear out fast
The lonley girl stands up at last
She then came up to shake my hand
And show the customs of her land
Her shy confidence shining through
From the little girl dressed in blue
The book she holds is one I wrote
My life story, every quote
That one connection; very strong
I should have known it all along
For true happiness is these simple moments-
When people truely connect through their
Heart, spirit, and mind
Mar 19, 2012
Mar 19, 2012 at 11:40 AM UTC
There is a magic dragon
That my father and I know
It circles me then glides back to him
No matter where we go.
Inside this invisible little beast,
Part of my dad does stay
Immortalized, by magic art
please never go away.
Upon these words dragon's wings hang
ontop the lonley wind,
supported- gliding endlessly
Through life's chaos its spinned.
With every spin circling back,
To the begninng, till each end....
Each time another battlecry -
This Heavy heart's hardened.
May I be rendered, in truths light
When deception's shadow's tall,
& may that dragon help me find
A way back through it all.
Mar 15, 2023
Mar 15, 2023 at 12:21 AM UTC
Down swoops lonley owl
Graceful talons search for prey
As field mice scatter
May you land, dear owl,
Where love is a place, learning
the languange of the night.
May you understand
"...the unfinished creation
Of a changing soul."
Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 8:27 AM UTC
I Can Smile, But Not be happy
I Can Cry but because i am angry
being lonley,like im drowning slowly
hard to breathe as my heart rushes to catch up to my thoughts
i feel the cold rush down my neck
i can feel you creeping
all your eyes watching as i drag my feet and trip along the road i used to skip down.
the only place ive been hurt like this in this town.
the sneakers that squeak as mine are silent.
the clothes that still smell like the stores, mine the same as they were.
the same everything. i wake, i struggle, i push, i shed but one tear
and tear apart everyone else to protect myself from everyone.
i wish of the things i wish i had. of what i wish i was. of what i wish i wasnt
and whisper into the trees and grass how much i miss you and everyone else i have lost.
screaming at people who i never should have, loving people i know will hurt me.... unless i hurt them first,
so many first kisses and first girlfriends i have ruined...
so many inults that i said out of a place in my heart that is cold as ice and hard as stone. afraid everyone knows the lies ive told. to create this persona that makes me less of a lame, shame, untame dissapointment of everyone who is related to me....
Let me start over.
let me be the one who never lies.
let me be the one who didnt have to say that they hate someone.
let me love everyone including myself.
Look at me without shame Mom.
look apon me without disgust father.
for i am your baby girl. i am the baby you nurtured into the monster you call a daughter......
no mas no mas mother.....
i am not what you have raised
i am a near blemish in your imperfect yet perfect life.
as we stare each other down from across the table i see the dissapointment in your eyes...
the instructers see the lie they call potential...
i am just a shadow in the glory of the boy.... just a twinkle in the firework of YOUR life.
and as i begin to fall to my knees with pain and anger
i think of the people i hurt and wish they could watch me slowly fall into a deep pit of darkness and hate,...
i will sleep to the sounds of their giggles
since i danced to the sound of their crys.
Ill continue to disappoint those around me.
im sorry for the pain and stress mom.
Im sorry for the tears and fear mom.
this is me.
oh so terrible
unforgivable
broken
shaken
shattered
me.......
Jul 24, 2012
Jul 24, 2012 at 2:06 AM UTC
I will rise again
Though I'm buried
In the the depths of hell
Alone and rejected
Lonley and isolated
My heart is broken
And mind is heavy
I may have lost
Buy I'm not yet defeated
.
But I will rise again
I'm wandering these streets
Keeping my head down
My cerise eyes can't stare
And I want to run
Far away from here
To live a soulful life
.
I will rise again
Like I always do
There's a fire in my heart
That won't burn out
My storm is still wild
No one can calm it down
I will fail again
And I will rise again
I will rise again
Jun 16, 2017
Jun 16, 2017 at 4:32 AM UTC
i walked through the wilderness in my dream one night
there i saw a star shining oh so bright
while following the star through a path of sand
i saw a lonley figure who took me bye the hand
he said would take me to a land so free
and that maybe oneday thats where i would be
it was very peaceful with angels all around
so very very quiet you couldnt hear a sound
everything was white whiter than the snow
but i know that oneday this is where ill go
Jun 8, 2010
Jun 8, 2010 at 4:57 PM UTC
empty hallways, forgotten voices
pictures hang, dusty and off balanced
cobwebs spread from door to mirror
a young rat scurries past the broken floor
his picture still hangs over the fireplace
a spider runs down his well-shaped nose
each brush stroke is thick and sculptured
the dust collects as sand dunes
the whole room seems mysterious
books of occult line the paint-chipped walls
the windows cracked the night air blows
dead trees peer down on slamming shutters
the old house creeks and cracks
howling doge are echos of past crickets sing songs of last dreams
this house, this ledgend infinte
captures one's mind as lonley and hideous
remembers it's myths fools false illusions
under the now dim light of the moon
spooks creep silent footsteps
his spirit surrounds the acre
truth and lies untested question
of how he lived alone from living
Dec 7, 2012
Dec 7, 2012 at 11:17 PM UTC
A lifetime worth of suffocation,
Emotions that are never ending
They flow out of me without and option to stop,
Sorrow,love,anger,frustration and even joy filling up in me.
Darkness harbored in my life for so long,
They say it's just a phase but it's been forever,
The emotion in me ten times stronger than average.
This can be both a gift and a torcherous burden,
Love can become pain,
And that pain is rooted in the assalt of rejection,
But then there is joy and it flows through my body and soul.
This has taken over me not just now but always,
When lonliness hits it's as though i'm sitting in blackness,
Nothing is in sight,
It's pitch black and I am alone,
The weight of my world seemingly upon my shoulders.
I fight but I've grown weak,
I pull myself out of the lonley abyss and there I am,
Once again surrounded by the world passing me by,
Apparently I am invisible,
Transparent in so many eyes,
Still with the emotions overriding me,
Forever will these suffocation of emotions haunt me,
Because they have now become me.
Jan 19, 2012
Jan 19, 2012 at 7:56 AM UTC
think about the homeless who have no place to go
no bed for them to sleep in or a fire with a glow
sleeping in the rough in some cardboard box
taking life the hard way taking all its knocks
living life so lonley as they begin to roam
hoping maybe someday they will find a home
some where they can stay with there own front door
then the lonely people wont be homeless anymore.
Jul 7, 2010
Jul 7, 2010 at 3:04 PM UTC
insomnia has become a gateway
to my new drug
sheets are my lover
lonley body it hugs.
brown burden
outstretched
and laid
routine nights
spontaneous days.
if I never awake
sleeps cousin
has become my fate.
with confidence
blame my death
on sleep aid.
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 12:03 PM UTC
She was different than the rest, A Sunflower facing the moon.
Trying to grow taller than the rest, to have a voice in a windless field, to be what she is meant to be, when everyone is just the same.
Her roots were the strongest but she was the weakest
How can you blame her when she is just a sunflower facing the moon.
A wild wind took her off, now she is lonley like never before.
All she wanted was to be heard but she was just a sunflower facing the moon.
Aug 30, 2019
Aug 30, 2019 at 1:00 AM UTC
Mist does not enslave my eyes anymore.
During the lonely walk down the desert beach
I found silence and peace of heart
among the midst of lonley waters.
God never let us travel with empty hands.
If you have clear eyes,
you sea through the fog of a mundane despair.
Nature opens the gate of the soul
to the wide world.
I get wind of heaven
on the desert beach.
Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 10:01 AM UTC
it's 11 pm on a Saturday
and I want your body next to mine
it's 11:01pm on a Saturday
and I can't stop thinking about your perfect green eyes.
it's 11:02pm on a Saturday
and you're asleep in your bed
it's 11:03 on a Saturday
and I can't stop wishing you were here instead.
it's 11:04 on a Saturday
and the snow has fallen for the first time
it's 11:05 on a Saturday
and I wish you were here to keep my body alive.
it's 11:06 on a Saturday
and I know that you're my whole world
it's 11:07 on a Sarurday
and I'm just fine with it because I'm you're baby girl
it's 11:08 on a Saturday
and I feel so in love
it's 11:09 on a Saturday
and you're my only one.
Nov 30, 2013
Nov 30, 2013 at 4:25 PM UTC
There's a broken banjo in my birthright,
It was tied to were I wonder
Hidden between John Henry's Hammer,
and the hobbling post on Humble Hill.
I've walked this far on the blame in my grit,
pushed to by tailwind sunsets,
So kick me a mea culpa kneejerk
hardball, and sandstone my stonewall.
Forget storms in the cradle,
I found dustbowls in my waiting room,
Chasing rabbits in a wordwind,
plinking at the vermin as
they rolled into town with the rest of us,
***** but soaring, Carrion pigeon in the clouds
not getting caught up in admiring the reflections
in all the silver linings,
Just... Flying.
narcissus couldn't manage
the glory of wax work wings.
But Icarus knew real beauty.
He felt it.
When he hit the ground
The heat of floating zeroes
blasting his broken bones
into the obsidian of desert floors...
See, angels can be as jealous as God.
Anywhere can be as lonley as the long plains
of Kansas,
Empty canvas trampled by dog and pony shows
as cowboys rode mules muddy miles
through ****** brambles
to drive herds of bulldogs and lions
from the hunting grounds of dragons
to the safety of home
from High, High, Horses.
Under the shadows of eagles.
But the devil never waits at the crossroads, people.
He lays in lies.
And six shooters,
Under Dog Collars,
with the blood and scars
of everyday life,
and the beaten bodies of
seraphim, fallen to **** the well,
with their phoenix ash.
Sheep and shepherds are never friends,
Ones happiness is the other's hunger.
Dont get me wrong, wolves get hungry too,
But at least their honest about the arrangement.
Sep 18, 2013
Sep 18, 2013 at 8:15 AM UTC
From this barstool i have sat waitting for some moment
of inspiration to come to me.
But the only thing that that comes to me is
a bartender with another drink.
And in empty reflection lost in a jukebox's song
played by a lonley heart shooting pool.
I cant recall where the spark went.
maybe it fell to floor like the ash from a cigarette.
the page waits at home like a wife waitting in worry as her husban is off doing God knows what.
So worried only wishing he'd return.
And when he does the fear fades and the anger kicks in.
The bottle doesnt hold a key but it does know me well.
I kiss it's fiery lips and cant resist it's charm.
so I sit with it passing hours in a dance that will end in
nothing but another wasted night and a bitter morning taken
out apon my mind.
In a swirl of hungover thoughts id leave half written pages.
To soon find themselves collecting with my ever growing arsenal of
drunken rants.
All ending bitter and cold.
But when the whiskey hits I'll make such great plans
that will never be.
I'll write that epic that will keep in the minds
other writers.
And in the warm arms of women who wanna love a
trainwreck just to say they've known what it's like.
Whiskey wishes are like sparks from a much larger fire.
the sparks fly off into the midnight sky.
only to fade befor are very eye.
Dec 3, 2009
Dec 3, 2009 at 6:01 AM UTC
It was dark past seeing....his pupils like cavernous maw,could find not one glimmer..one chard of light in Asgard's canope.
Like a strand of golden hair, lonley comet broke the night and streaked the darkness, light years away long dead before a vision in his mind as he sat high in heavens perch a hammer
Rested on his knees.
Thunder rumbled
Years below
Quick light flashed
Above.
To fall to Earth once
More.
Mar 27, 2014
Mar 27, 2014 at 12:35 PM UTC
All I want
Is a white night
Filled
With you.
No people around
To judge or think
What could this mean
Us two.
I could imagine all that
But I stop only for one.
For the image of you hovering
Above me, looking down.
It makes me shiver
How I want this so.
The lonley I get
The harder I go.
But i wont do a thing,
You know...
I need you too much
In this life that is oh
So-so.
Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 12:10 PM UTC
some people they get lonley it makes them feel so sad
looking for some company that they never had
someone just to talk to when there in despair
someone there beside them someone to be there
someone who will listen to there troubled mind
someone understanding someone who is kind
just a little company when they feel so blue
just someone to be there to tell there troubles too.
Sep 6, 2010
Sep 6, 2010 at 8:02 AM UTC
I saw an old man walking by the side of the lake , he turned and whispered somethings not right ? I walk among the creatures of night , with the moon as my shelter the stars as my light I do not walk this earth anymore somethings not right , I am a ghost of many a year gone bye , stalked by women and children that cry , stuck in a cell were no light is seen , and the god I worship cast me down like a feind , I lived a life full of Ill repute , shellfish untold before now , there was no applause to my life no fairwell crowd , a lonley man stood at my grave , Lamentations and verse about this fallen brave , but I am not , nor never I find a bit of bravery a bit peice of mind , life is cruel rotten unjust to carry on is the question of must ? For who I am you lips should say this old man who's lost his day ? am no stranger for I am you , telling the tale of what life has for you . Change you'r ways or never youl find that bit of bravery that bit peice of mind .
Oct 14, 2013
Oct 14, 2013 at 1:32 PM UTC
Once upon a time,
A very long time ago,
There was a girl that everyone in the kingdom used to know,
She was pretty but sad and rather low,
always having to sow the seeds and even the clothes,
She seemed rather alone,
Simply no where to go,
Her father had an ego as strong and bitter as the snow,
Her mother was bossy but rightly so.
She knew she was always protected,
Her pride was strong, But somewhere in there she felt ugly, sad, lonley, Mad!, But one day she let it all out,
And everyone saw that they feel the same,
Everybody had their own pain,
She could see everyone desereved to be a princess, A knight and even a Queen,
They all colided together for a wonderful,
Self confidentual ceremony,
And with all the muscles in their faces they struck the last smile,
Of the kingdom with great sanity,
And that were the last of the century.
By Larna Kira Kourtis.
© 2013 Larna Kira Kourtis (All rights reserved)
Aug 7, 2013
Aug 7, 2013 at 9:35 AM UTC