Isolation Poems
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Continue readingThe Solitude Of Night
by Li Po
It was at a wine party—
I lay in a drowse, knowing it not.
The blown flowers fell and filled my lap.
When I arose, still drunken,
The birds had all gone to their nests,
And there remained but few of my comrades.
I went along the river—alone in the moonlight.
TRANSLATED BY SHIGEYOSHI OBATA
"A key without a lock."
by Dylan Wu Rong
The world of science negated my life,
as every day of mine was breathed out,
balancing on emotions and experience,
and yet I failed- failed as everything I could be.
To the one who taught, I failed as a student...
To the one who loved, I failed as a lover...
To the one who believed, I failed as a supporter...
To the one who leaned on, I failed as a pillar...
When man once said, the world is one of many,
a twinkle gleamed my eyes,
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villian arc
by Morgan Cockerham
I am the echo of your wants,
a whisper you can’t chase.
And when you reach for me,
I’m gone—like smoke you can't erase.
I've got some tricks tucked up my sleeve.
I've become someone I hate.
If you're drawn to pain, come closer—
I’ll hand you all my weight.
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isolation, romanticised.
by Alexander Palmer
isolation tastes of frigid air and the roaring ocean's waves,
there is no one who truly knows me, least of all the god to whom I used to pray,
it is a taxing master, its price is steep for those who choose to pay,
but as I stare at its reflection, I find I would have it no other way.
the trick of it is balance, knowing how to fade away,
into the background of existence, away from the sun's harsh rays,
all you have to do is know the role you were meant to play,
a forgettable extra, and darling, the whole world's a stage.
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oops
by Jonathan Goff
oops
poke.
it starts small.
a finger finds that soft place
beneath my ribs—
where hope
used to sleep—
and presses.
just once.
poke.
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villian arc
by Morgan Cockerham
I am the echo of your wants,
a whisper you can’t chase.
And when you reach for me,
I’m gone—like smoke you can't erase.
I've got some tricks tucked up my sleeve.
I've become someone I hate.
If you're drawn to pain, come closer—
I’ll hand you all my weight.
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by aaa bcc222
Continue readingWithout a voice
by Kaylee Wilson
All the words
that never left my mouth
creep through my veins
filling the hollows of my mind
and my lungs with stone
encasing the very essence of me
in lead
weighing me down
as the murky depths
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"The wind carries no scent."
by Dylan Wu Rong
It was not the first day,
I do not know if it would be the last.
Somewhere I hope it to be,
but I keep telling myself I do not.
The spring leaves are grey,
the blossoming flowers look wilted.
the water of the river have gone still,
there is no mound in the soils.
In this vast open space,
surrounded by the great north mounts,
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Edward Booth Loughran (1 poems about Isolation)
13 December 1850 - 20 October 1928 / Glasgow / Scotland