Little things that no one needs —
Little things to joke about —
Little landscapes, done in beads.
Little morals, woven out,
Little wreaths of gilded grass,
Little brigs of whittled oak
Bottled painfully in glass;
These are made by lonely folk.
Lonely folk have lines of days
Long and faltering and thin;
Therefore — little wax bouquets,
Prayers cut upon a pin,
Little maps of pinkish lands,
Little charts of curly seas,
Little plats of linen strands,
Little verses, such as these.
The Last Embrace Poem by Meggie Gultiano
You walked as fast as you could
Bringing with you some food to partake
Life is difficult, you have to make do
With the provisions the nuns have provided
For you and your husband to keep afloat each day
Keeping him company
Dependent, relying upon him
Feeling alone, lonely and neglected
Never the love and affection you expected
For many years your hidden heart embedded
He comfortably provided you
With a home you call your own
Tried working night and day
His illness had to wait, he must save
For rainy days, the future has to stay
In the dimly lit room he slept in peace
Never waking to see the dawn
Holding his hands, so frail and cold
You were alone — again, lonely and neglected
‘You breathe as deeply as you can
You have the last embrace …’
06. Haiku – Alone Poem by john tiong chunghoo
loneliness
his childhood
warms him up
loneliness
he warms up to
his childhood
loneliness
childhood
his heaven
loneliness
his childhood
a repository of warmth
meditation
my heart on
a sea of sublimity
so lonely
a poem helps fill out
the emptiness
loneiness
the world
a graveyard
so lonely
i cheer up myself
writing a poem about loneliness
so lonely
i write a poem to fill out
the emptiness
A Beautiful Journey Poem by lady grace
perhaps tonight is the end of dreams
end the lies of your perception
perhaps tomorrow starts a new story
passionately cared…regardless of theory…
end absolutely the sweet moments
from the love that captures our hearts
pulled from the wreckage of salvation
bring us back the times of life…
who will rescue the lonely heart
and cure the painful part?
who will come to take the risk
to comfort the fading hope? …
space and time is always another show
precious moments live once more
no one comes… nothing is changed
lonely heart sleeps as is…
soft breeze touches my skin
kills every moment of sensation
bury the love upon my dreams
to a place of no return…
A Lonely Star Poem by Wassila Nader
A lonely star in the sky,
Is looking for a friend,
It wants to die,
Cause no one intend.
But if it found a friend,
Will he care,
Or no occur.
Poor lonely star,
Let the moon be your friend,
And don’t care about the end.
Cause the moon is also lonely friend…
A Cloud Of Rain Poem by Jasbir Chatterjee
A dark cloud of rain
drifted into my life
And for some time,
I felt good, happy…
I no longer felt lonely.
I thought life would go on happily
In one long, long stretch of time…
But when the cold, harsh
winds of change started blowing,
The cloud of rain
had to drift away…
Life is still going on
In one long, long stretch of time…
I am not lonely.
I can’t say I am sad or unhappy.
But you have left a void
That would take me
a long, long time to fill.
The Poet Poem by Hermann Hesse
The unending stars of the night shine,
The stone fountain whispers its magic song,
To me alone, to me the lonely one
The colorful shadows of the wandering clouds
Move like dreams over the open countryside.
Neither house nor farmland,
Neither forest nor hunting privilege is given to me,
What is mine belongs to no one,
The plunging brook behind the veil of the woods,
The frightening sea,
The bird whir of children at play,
The weeping and singing, lonely in the evening, of a man secretly in love.
The temples of the gods are mine also, and mine
the aristocratic groves of the past.
And no less, the luminous
Vault of heaven in the future is my home:
Often in full flight of longing my soul storms upward,
To gaze on the future of blessed men,
Love, overcoming the law, love from people to people.
I find them all again, nobly transformed:
Farmer, king, tradesman, busy sailors,
Shepherd and gardener, all of them
Gratefully celebrate the festival of the future world.
Only the poet is missing,
The lonely one who looks on,
The bearer of human longing, the pale image
Of whom the future, the fulfillment of the world
Has no further need. Many garlands
Wilt on his grave,
But no one remembers him.
The Lonely Soul Poem by anto thermadam
The lonely soul wanders
Alone in the walks of life
No other soul as his companion
The lonely soul wanders
Alone in the daybreak
He does his duties
In the walks of life
The lonely soul wanders
Alone in the life
He meets many other souls
Who comes to be
Unfit for the lonely soul
The lonely soul wanders
As the days pass by
The lonely soul became
More lonely, with no other
souls as his companion
The lonely soul wanders
Alone in the walks of life
The lonely soul decides
Not to die, but to face
Life in all its hardships
The lonely soul wanders
My Greatest Need Is You Poem by Rabia Al Basri
Your hope in my heart is the rarest treasure
Your Name on my tongue is the sweetest word
My choicest hours
Are the hours I spend with You —
O Allah, I can’t live in this world
Without remembering You–
How can I endure the next world
Without seeing Your face?
I am a stranger in Your country
And lonely among Your worshippers:
This is the substance of my complaint.
Darkness Poem by Theo Williams
He sat there in the streaming light,
Silent, settled like the darkened night.
Rays channelled through the greys of ancient gloom,
Purifying his soul, natural hues of the moon.
But the lonely air of the night, began to squall,
His lonely life doth take its toll.
Flickers of darkness enthral his thoughts,
By which his mind will be mentally caught.
Darkness will soon swallow him from inside,
In conjunction with loneliness, they will abandon his pride.
The bright white of the moon, will be the last thing he sees,
As he pleads to the lord, to set him free.
Lonely do these thoughts he make,
That draws his blood like a bleeding lake;
Replace with a stream of flowing pain,
To bless his freedom, gushing from his veins.
The lonely night, his only friend,
Falls with him to his inevitable end.
The darkness has swallowed him whole,
As the death of this man, had become its role.
