Isolation Poems

Popular Isolation Poems

Isolation: To Marguerite

by Matthew Arnold

We were apart; yet, day by day,
I bade my heart more constant be.
I bade it keep the world away,
And grow a home for only thee;
Nor fear'd but thy love likewise grew,
Like mine, each day, more tried, more true.

The fault was grave! I might have known,
What far too soon, alas! I learn'd--
The heart can bind itself alone,

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Without 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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Isolation

by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu

I

It is dawn.
Brother, rise.
Let us give vent to the rising sun, and with claps of the
Mind, welcome its waking ecstasy.
Distances prevail — measured on the sun’s distance
From the soils.
Ephemeral, morn; so we shall set forth early to lay
In our wake prevarications of morn’s trite.

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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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"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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Recent Isolation Poems

villian arc

by Morgan Cockerham

102. Parallels

by Kea Campbell

Light from two bulbs drapes over my bathroom mirror;
One filament severed and the other quite near.
Steam fogs my reflection from the uselessness of the shower.
A familiar feeling of my lungs: wrangled and floundered.

Sago by my sill, most placate, my mind.
A kind sight to your eye; you'd die for a bite.
White-potted for pleasantries, and loved to a tee.
Mutualistic co-habitants in a cycle of exchanging O2 for C.

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Without a voice

by Kaylee Wilson

"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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"The stars are deaf tonight."

by Dylan Wu Rong

I hear the silence in the way they blink,
the ignorance raining on me,
its ridiculous- I am ridiculous.
it is the answer granted to me.
Every time I glance upon myself on the window,
even the clown of the circus laughs,
bowing down to me- in pity or respect or tease,
I shall take it, I’m desperate, so what?
Should I stop or let it flow,
I fear even the night breeze hides from me.

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