"lonliest" poems
You're at your lonliest when you have people beside you.
Aug 19, 2017
Aug 19, 2017 at 6:07 AM UTC
I am one with the night
I have outwalked the last city light
upon the lonliest paved road
Hid from city faces
walking in shadows
dropped eyes, not knowing how to explain
I have stood at the edge of the furthest riverbank
crisp air escaping my parted scarlett lips
drowning in the song of the rushing water
Just to escape the inturrupted city
my only companion
the stars
I am one with the night
Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 10:05 PM UTC
Brick by brick,
The walls have becometh mine lonliest of friends!!!
A slave just like me!
A slave indeed, bound to Plato structure!
Though painted white,
I see them in many colors!!!!
Not biased at all,
Brick by brick these walls even the ugliest,
Have turned into the greatest of all friends!!!!!
They speak indeed,
Just silently.....
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 8:22 AM UTC
<You're not ***** you're hungry
and the flesh you taste is not the one you choose
It's a darkness and a light
A salve and an open wound
Bodies mix and twist
You don't want to be ******
You want to be satiated
And if your sheets could talk, darling
They tell of the loneliest *******
Paint yourself blue and bleed out
Sensual sins succulent like honey
Licked lips waiting for more
Darling there's never enough
>If sheets could talk, they would whisper sins.
Your voice of calm magnetic enigma, yet, your body screams for more.
You pull me, twist me, wrap around me, riding me.
Lonliest ******* of a saint waiting to be loved.
Instead, ******* the wrong, and bleeding with pain.
Love me, she says. Hurt me, she says. choke me.
Sensual, and so seductive. You pull me in.
Daddy... She screams
There's never enough, she just wants more, she pleads with a hungry heart, because he can't love her like she wants him to, so sin, succulent like honey, is what she needs to choose.
May 16, 2019
May 16, 2019 at 11:54 AM UTC
only the lonliest princess lived in the castle.
wandering,
from room to room....
but alas, no one else
lived there.
sometimes,
she thought she saw
someone in the garden
...but convinced herself
it was the wind...
and stayed indoors.
only the the lonliesst
gardener boy
was left,
to tend the gardens,
overgrown, as they were.
sometimes,
he thought he saw some one in the windows of the castle
...but he could never be sure... so he stayed outdoors
so the days passed....
and the lonliest people
in the world lived, unknowingly,
within reach of each other.
and where was the
fairy-godmother...
...the one, who was meant
to put these lonely souls together....
she had gone to barbados
on holiday....
been hit by a falling coconut...
gotten amnesia
and was now making a living as waitress
...and wondering why
her back was itchy all the. time...
from where her wings
had retracted....
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 8:14 PM UTC
My bones are dry
My skin powder
My eyes sunken
Into hollow craters
Each finger still
Both hands crossed
In an endless dream
Where only souls go
And yet I know
Now, as then
My heart will still beat
It may seem still
The blood may seem dry
But now, as then
My love for you remains strong
In dark as in light
Beneath this unmovable soil
My memories of you
I know
Now, as then
I will recall
My feelings for you
I will relive
Even the coldest soul
Even the lonliest heart
Will return from
This endless sleep
To join hands
Once again
In an endless dream
Sep 5, 2012
Sep 5, 2012 at 9:40 AM UTC
Christmas is the loneliest time of year
Christmas is the loneliest time of year
A time when all the wrapping and bows
Can't hide the pain you try not to show
Christmas is the loneliest time of year
Christmas is the loneliest time of year
Christmas is the loneliest time of year
The kids are grown and all moved away
They've all grown and can't come to stay
Christmas is the loneliest time of year
You think of all the Christmas' past
Some are blurred the memories don't last
You try to keep the feeling inside your heart
But wishing this just won't make it so
The sky is grey with clouds full of snow
The dreariness is where loneliness gets it's start
Christmas is the loneliest time of year
Christmas is the loneliest time of year
TV specials are not the same
You don't know anybody by name
Christmas is the loneliest time of year
Christmas is the loneliest time of year
Christmas is the loneliest time of year
The mantle has some cards, maybe three
You're all alone, you don't need a tree
Christmas is the loneliest time of year
You think of all the Christmas' past
Some are blurred the memories don't last
You try to keep the feeling inside your heart
But wishing this just won't make it so
The sky is grey with clouds full of snow
The dreariness is where loneliness gets it's start
Dec 21, 2021
Dec 21, 2021 at 2:53 PM UTC
In the mind of the girl i love,
i will be that guy she liked to kiss once,
and that's enough.
It's enough to know,
that one second frame of her life
was entirely infected with my colour.
It's enough to know,
that those two brown oculi turned to find me.
Perhaps they blindly guessed in my absence.
It's enough to know,
that i breathed in her passion sighs,
the hot winds before the storm subsided.
And when i am a taste far since removed
under layers on her tongue.
She will be still alight in my most
lonliest moments to remain;
like this line, and lights floating on the stream.
I handed my spare Arthur Miller book over
like custody in the early days
and it's enough to know
my sentiment was captured.
Refreshed by the page turn breaths,
but it's enough to know to pain me
that she will probably need refreshing.
Aug 25, 2013
Aug 25, 2013 at 3:00 PM UTC
We once walked these streets together
at a time when 'forever' was something real.
Our kisses were gentle pecks, here and there.
Missing our aim, on occassion,
but sweet with a purity I long for still.
We didn't lie about our dreams together.
We just bent our desires to fit our wishes.
Our ignorance caught up to us soon enough.
I took the high road while you descended
down an easier path.
I recall that first morning so long ago.
Awaking to a vacancy of empty fitted sheets
and tears that replaced the echo of our routine.
The sounds of our love absorbed by
the plaster walls, still jingle at times.
The pain is gone,
and tender memories remain.
The high road I treaded upon gives
clear views of our long lost past.
But, only the lonliest of broken hearts
can travel that path.
The streets are quiet now.
And I remain,
still in love
and never the same.
~~~
Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 12:12 PM UTC
Why doesnt the world stay sided with me,
I am happy,
But then something always brings me down,
I faced this demon,
Once,
Twice,
And even more,
I did not know this was possible,
You try so hard at getting rid of something,
But it fails to go away,
I'm not alone,
Yet i feel like i'm the lonliest,
It truly is strange how the world works,
I feel sick and yet i'm healthy,
But how long is this going to last,
Am i stuck with my demons forever,
Or will they just go away.
Jun 11, 2013
Jun 11, 2013 at 3:34 AM UTC
It was definitely worth a try to let my heart go astray,
just so it could know how far it can venture.
It is a different emotion that it came back ragged and bruised,
what is more beautiful is the scars it carries now they glow in this darkness,
almost like stars illuminating my lonliest nights.
It ventured through storms and draughts went all the way and jumped off the edge of love, betrayal, promises and hope.
What came back was
a shattered piece
smiling through the cracks.
After all the bloodshed of
its dying laughter and unknown disaster,
It was definitely worth a try.
"The scars heal in shapes of roses with no thorns"
Jan 3, 2021
Jan 3, 2021 at 5:15 AM UTC
It hurts worst when I'm sitting in a cafe and a song I know comes on the radio. By insinct I turn to the chair next to me. I turn to your empty chair. Dismayed, I look around for someone to share it with. But nobody there knows the song. To them it's just the gray backround. And I drop my eyes wishing I could make it exist.
Or worst when I'm walking through an empty parking lot at midnight and yellow light is dripping out of the street lamps and washing all over the pavement. The sound of it is deafening. I can't hear it but I can feel it. The weight of it pulls my shoulders down towards my own starving black shadow and makes me think of how the white glow of your skin pulled me down into your arms and made my eyes shine.
Or worst when I'm on the street corner waiting to cross and the rain is pouring over the skyscrapers and down into the canyons of the city. Cars pass like phantoms floating through the fog, their headlights flashing on the wet pavement. The sound of harsh laughter and flooded gutters invaded by creaking busses reaches me as if from the past, and for a second I can hear your voice, humming a song about the rain. And I cross, begging out loud underneath the roar of raindrops for the cars to hit me.
These are the lonliest days and the longest nights. These are the moments when I can feel my lungs caving in every time I exhale. The seconds where a tiny black line dancing to the pulse of time is the only movement in my cold apartment, replacing the warm rise and fall of your chest.
night is coming and I'm sitting at my window watching the sunset die and I don't want to give up I don't want to and it's getting dark again
Aug 26, 2010
Aug 26, 2010 at 2:10 PM UTC
I awaken to the lonliest sound
Heard on the Seaway:
The plaintiff fog horn,
One continuous, wayward hooooom.
Again, it sounds travelling
Across water dunes to another
Holy town, lights blinking.
J.W. left a brochure;
They knocked on a locked door.
The rain erupts on my deck boards;
There's dog droppings on my lawn;
Birds are singing in the morn,
And I open my door.
Imagine, a new by-law prohibiting
Backyard rinks;
There are no icicles,
No tongues extended palate-like;
No salt lines on my boots;
And I haven't seen a one horse sleigh
Or heard harness bells.
The North Pole and Santa have been exposed.
I have a Christmas wish,
And I'm ready to use it.
Dec 24, 2014
Dec 24, 2014 at 9:43 AM UTC
you gave me your heart
and I asked you to dance with me
I will forever be who I always was
satisfied by the lonliest and everything thing else I have came to be
Im built now with sepia
my metal has rusted
with rain
and with time
come here oh small love
come here petite
pretty little mine
Nov 3, 2010
Nov 3, 2010 at 9:26 AM UTC
Coldness wraps around me
My heart in the lonliest place, weak and needy
My strength sipping away fast
"It is becoming rather expensive
To afford faith and hope"
The anguish inside me speaks
Dispicable voices confuscate me
my strength was once enough to choke a horse
Witty and skillful everyday
But these are the days of evil
A darkness no one could fathom
How can I win against my enemy
When I have not won against me
These voices, these double minds; fear
So depressing that I cant throw a punch against me
The world gets colder
Wickedness spreads and no one bothers
Everyone used to be a brother
Before little girls were bought in brothels
And ****** in the streets became a habit
I survived, I have fought
I have saved a few from the Grim Reaper in the dead of the nights
The siren of ambulances a soundtrack
Of my necessary evils
I am getting ****** in
Losing my soul to what I stand against
In the pitch dark nights
Where I become jury and judge
Now I cant do it anymore
Not on my own
Lord I need you
The world is getting colder
Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 5:31 AM UTC
I'm lonliest when my skin touches the bed
I want company most when the pillow cradles my head
I'm most desperate when the lights are low
And the space behind my eyes is blank as snow.
I want to talk more often at night
When all my contacts are asleep till daylight.
I'm impressionable, supple, at the sight of the moon
When all I do wait for the next day's noon.
I want touch more often before dawn
A lover to lay with, to sing disgusting love songs.
I'm more unstable before the sun shines
And I roll in bed to find nothing, expecting one of my kind.
I'm obsessive when the dark of night falls
And I nurture my obsessions as I wait for a call.
I'm irrational, illogical, when the sun's down
I turn my body to the wall and wait for any sound.
I'm at my worst, here in bed, tonight
With no one to hold, to clutch and call mine
I'm broken, shattered, in the moonlight
While the rest of Earth mutters their 'goodnight's
Apr 21, 2014
Apr 21, 2014 at 11:28 PM UTC
Whoever said one was the lonliest number must not have thought it through
Because one is the number I think of when I think of you.
The one I took a chance on
The one who I gave my all
The one who gave me all of them and still continues to
The one who accepts me
The one I love
So how could one be so bad with so many beautiful things attached to it
My truth is two is the number I somewhat despise it's a time when it was "you" and "I"
But one...
One represents the "us" we've become.
Mar 2, 2013
Mar 2, 2013 at 2:34 AM UTC
The lonliest people
push away arms that care
they kick at gifts of comfort
as if the lonliness itself were a grey woollen blanket
wrapped tight around themselves
protection against feeling anything at all
except lonliness
because that would make the blanket fall
and leave them cold
naked in the light
and vulnerable
to vicious attacks of kindness
Jan 3, 2023
Jan 3, 2023 at 10:41 AM UTC
this time of night
Still up, amongst the rabble,
and the insects
as they swarm in the cool,
and relish the moonlit
I rummage through thoughts,
I reflect, I haunt,.. ever caught
a thought as circles about
around and throughout your head
or flown in the placid purple twilight
of heaven's ocean in the sky?
Quality time, quietly appreciating
silience as it is but for the crickets,
far off car tires against the cooling asphalt
automated sprinklers hissing new moisture to alien lawns
No pressing appointments
to nail down uncertain morrows
the moon, her stars, their perch and ours
I love this time,
though I am often at my lonliest,
overcome with rerun moments
of my life
as it once was
hypothetical questions
unvocalized to the universe
Am I ever thought about
is it time and time again?
Why do I do this?
Will I ever stop?
another question...
Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 9:19 PM UTC
To heareth ones Buenos Dias
On just one telephone call
Shalt be heaven
In these lonliest of hours!!!
Tis
As these hours
Seem way to long!!!
Jun 7, 2015
Jun 7, 2015 at 10:44 PM UTC
I am the loneliest planet in the universe.
There are no creatures in my rivers.
Only a tree among the mountains declares
the presence of life.
Some metallic animals toll my loneliness.
Each of my metallic friends has a natural knife.
Sometimes they test the sharpness of their knives
in my flesh, but I take no offense.
I have been waiting for fifty million years with the hope that
someone like me will find me in my cosmic loneliness,
but planets cannot come near other planets
without jeopardizing their existence
or without committing suicide.
Once, crossing a light-year,I took a suicidal leap
heading towards a bright mate,
but my mate considered it an attempt to ******
May 31, 2018
May 31, 2018 at 1:32 AM UTC