Isolation Poems
My window looks out on the neighbours.
by J W
My window looks out on the neighbours.
I see their lives in fragments –
Comings and goings.
I know their routines but not their names.
I see visits from parents,
Siblings and old friends.
I watch him hold her growing stomach,
Rush out to the hospital,
Come home with their child.
I see them take the baby inside,
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Berlin
by Ingrid Kern
Isolation, desolation,
No motives for movement.
Total dilapidation.
A seed -
The need to expand
exceeds the need to be bland.
The need to excel and doing well
brings a different situation.
Inspiration,
Re unification..
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Bridges
by Richard Kigel
Words are wonders,
Building bridges, crossing canyons,
Meeting minds.
Words unite us,
Tie together threads of thinking,
Merging lines.
Words make meaning,
Understanding,
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Empire In Winter
by Judson Jerome
Love equals people times the square of the speed
of light.
If we but knew the way to split
our atoms of isolation, paradise
might be regained. Pipes are frozen under
the slow snow now. We sleep together mostly
to save our scanty firewood. Maybe need
will mother love's invention.
Doing without
is how we learn to do. The blizzard brings
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In Memoriam A. H. H.: 45. The Baby New To Earth And Sky
by Alfred Lord Tennyson
The baby new to earth and sky,
What time his tender palm is prest
Against the circle of the breast,
Has never thought that "this is I":
But as he grows he gathers much,
And learns the use of "I," and "me,"
And finds "I am not what I see,
And other than the things I touch."
So rounds he to a separate mind
From whence clear memory may begin,
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Solace?
by Willem BurgerMy mind's always like I'm in a solace like I'm not gonna get older but I swear it's got no clue..that my heart's gonna crumble, stumbling over what the hell I should do,that I should say nothing's wrong that I'm always gonna stay young and not take the fall for all the blames I've seen it all, apart of me it's like a bursting seem it's gonna tare I get so scared of that one fragile golden thread the line keeping my thoughts from becoming dead is it a sign or is it what's said am I a solace to you or am I a cage to me instead?
Continue readingMy window looks out on the neighbours.
by J W
My window looks out on the neighbours.
I see their lives in fragments –
Comings and goings.
I know their routines but not their names.
I see visits from parents,
Siblings and old friends.
I watch him hold her growing stomach,
Rush out to the hospital,
Come home with their child.
I see them take the baby inside,
......
The flowers in my room
by Josey Barlow
There on the table next to my vanity
Sits an omen to one’s fragile sanity
In a moment or a fit of inspiration
Great happiness and exhilaration
Each an elated precious bloom
I purchased flowers for my room
Who knew the vase I carefully selected
Clear clean glass never neglected
Over time would transform to a tomb
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Pig
by Noah Trist
Bleached stained floors stagnate in its eyes.
An eerie oink barreling at the walls,
To hung is to be more delicious.
This little piggy is less than me
A shaven beast waiting for the taking
Glistening skin under juicy meat
The pig doesn't want to die
But i want dinner
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We are one and we are weird
by j d
Listen to my fears
We are one and we are weird
drowning in the rain
Two and two are quite the same
We all wanna hide
Or shrivel up and die
It always seems the same
Like a broken window pane
Wash it down with beer
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Edward Booth Loughran (1 poems about Isolation)
13 December 1850 - 20 October 1928 / Glasgow / Scotland