Loneliness Poems
The Sailor's Wife
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
She’s one lonely soul with occasional
Nosebleed, all from the sea-salt of distant
Waves, charmed to weariness by breezes powerful enough
To unfurl umbrellas rolled behind Grandfather’s clock.
She combs her lofty hair seawards, with particles, flimsy and
Delicately grey, tiny and microscopic, storming the sea in their looseness.
She hopes to borrow the strength of the waves
And attract her wayward husband’s lost attention imprisoned
By the west and south seas.
Her letters, before they reach him on the fragrant sails
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From the journal of a man who abandoned everything for the mountains and the sea :
by srishti roy
No-hope Tuesdays have become my favourite
as i fall deeper into a sense of helplessness of a blissful kind
a dull,full moment of acceptance.
And many empty ones of grief.
the bar is falling lower everyday
spirits down swimming in the depths of the
depressions in the ocean floor of my soul
that's where my joy hides.
And love
but i haven't seen her in a while.
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butter orange paste
by Ella Sophia
the substance tasted sour though as if there’s one who had the chance to have a taste of it .
i can feel pretty . at times , i wonder how it would be like to live a life without worrying about how you look when people try to see your entirety behind their own eyes . i imagine a life of one with no such concern about the time they’ll spend just to blend with other bodies — moving around town . i manage to understand what fits me ; the angle that i must calculate for every picture taken by soul without comparable life , the things that i can waste my time on by doing just to feel normal like the rest .
how can i own up to every spoiled matter that consumed me when i was still living the life i used to own ? must i continue to wonder how comparing everything leads to ruining what image actually exists ? or just to pick up the threads and be whatever i was molded in to be ?
we are blessed by the dead : remembering old friends
by Ella Sophia
a poet who had a life one envied
writing , scattering , scribbling
on papers with words only she
can understand
paragraphs unwritten —
only learned-off by mind ;
sick , sitting still , thinking
what life really means
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Lachrymose 3: Lachrymal Ages
by Khayelihle Bongiswa Gamedze
A heart like a tombstone stiff and dry,
A crow atop a willow calls thine name.
For thine pains and sufferings you stand and
cry...
Love and hate has been the same.
And life like death , and hope like fear:
Ages of lachrymose wilt define thine life.
Four seasons of suffering every year...
A tombstone engraved, a name of sin and
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november 23, 2024
by avery l
oh sun, my sun.
are you ever so lonely?
you shine so bright
but of suns, you are the only.
in the sky so high,
you light up my day,
chasing the shadows,
keeping the darkness at bay.
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Nothing
by Mario Odekerken
I imagined you.
I saw in you the world that never was,
lived through you a dream
that never touched reality.
Now there is silence.
Not absence,
but the weight
of what never became..
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A Stranger called Love
by Ben Littlechild
You see me on the street
A man so plain you will never meet
He that seems so quiet and reserved.
Yet love never found him, love that he deserved.
That man, he that hangs his head and appears wise.
Love has outwitted him, and now its his despise
That makes him just another lonely guy
For love to him is a stranger on the street,
One that never stops to meet and greet.
i am dead
by Mackenzie Bilz
I feel so alone
It feels exhilarating
This loneliness
Just thinking about
Nothing
Drifting
Falling
Oh…
Drowning
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my home
by Mackenzie Bilz
A river without fish.
A mountain missing its goats.
A desert without cacti.
A forest missing its frogs.
A street without bugs.
A garden with only one flower.
A house without people.
A park with only one swing.
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