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The Holidays Are For Those Not Alone
THE HOLIDAYS ARE FOR THOSE NOT ALONE
The holidays are for those not alone-
For the alone the holidays rub in the pain
Everyone else has someone who cares-
For the alone
There is no one and nothing-
Only greater envy and sadness and sense of loss-
For the alone
There are no holidays
Only special days of pain and more hurt.
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Alone At Home
Have you ever been versatile all alone within your home
Have you ever been bewildered in contemplation searching for answers hither and to and fro
Deep in the confinements of your mind have you found the time to realize all That's around you decrepit inside
A solitude surrounded by reminiscing of olden times wandering outside where the stars confide
At night do you contemplate what are the answers within the answers untangled in constant debate?
Of the universal laws of the insects that crawl and the creatures that fly of the end of the end or ponder my fate?
Or are you in a self denial state where atomic implosions reside in you relentlessly Of will I understand
or even care of fairness of right wrong and this throbbing pain in my ventricles that I can no longer stand
Have you ever been all alone in contemplation without control have you ever been in your own substantial conscious all alone all alone alone at your home?
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Alone you are born,
Alone you'll die,
Alone your thoughts may rise high.
Alone you struggle with fate,
Alone you hate being fed up,
For you know not what to do.
Growing a beard to look mature,
Become mature while life still runs.
Success is your right to be achieved.
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A Conversation With God
Alone, am I in this darkened place.
Alone, as I group, search, for a ray of light.
Alone, as the black of night, blankets
all traces of humanity.
Alone, with the only sound I hear, is the
beating of my heart.
Alone, as slowly, panic grips me, with the
harsh reality of oneness.
Alone, as my mind...I, attempt to leave this
prison of darkness, silence and uncertainty.
Alone, as perspiration breaks my skin, and
I slowly contemplate, what if it all ends here? Now.
Alone, panicked, I attempt to recall prayers learned
as a child. ''Oh my God, I am heartily sorrow, ...No!
Not that one! I need another! Something more contrite!
Alone, desperately, I search the jumbled memories
of youth. Where...where is that special prayer I
need? Dammit, where is it! Ahhhh...sorry God,
for the loss of temper. I'm just a bit upset.
Since I'm talking to you, I need to be honest.
I'm scared! Yes...yes I believe in you. I want to
be at your side...but I just don't want to die to
Alone, and I did it again! I know I made Him angry, with
that type of dialog.
Alone, and I'm thinking, this catholic up bringing, is
tuff on a guy. If one doesn't do what He wants,
bingo, you go to hell! I try to be a good guy, however,
sometime I slip. Then I think, what the hell am I
going to do, to make up for that!
Alone, and I'm now talking directly to Him! What...do
I really expect, an answer?
Alone, and I am now on the verge on being certifiably, mad!
Alone, I gotta hang on here. Calm myself. Think. Think!
Alone, I take a long, deep breath...and let it out. There,
Alone. What's that! A noise? A voice? What?
Alone, as a silent, hallowed voice, breaks the
eerie stillness. 'You...you there in the darkness.'
Alone, as I think, no! No Way! That voice is not
speaking to me!
Alone, as my heart is beating like a trip hammer. I
wait...maybe the voice was just my imagination.
Then, the voice, again. This time louder!
'What do you mean, am I talking to you? It
must be you. Are you not the only on there in
the darkness? '
Alone...oh shit, I'm not alone! He's here!
The voice responds, ' I don't think we need
the 'oh shit' part.
Alone...as I swallow hard. Trembling I ask,
'What...what do you want? '
'I want to help you, ' the hallowed voice responds.
Alone, and I'm thinking, Good, that's good, He's not
mad at me. My voice trembles, as I respond,
'What do you want me to do? How...how are
you gonna help me? '
Alone, as I wait for a reply, for what seems to be
and eternity. Then, I hear His voice.
'I can tell you how to never be in the dark
again. Would you like that? '
Alone...darkness, forget that stuff. He's here
to help me! All of a sudden the world is
right! He's gonna help me! As I blurt out,
'Thank you! Thank you! Yes, please tell
me, how to rid this darkness now
and forever! '
'You promise to do as I ask.'
Alone, I anxiously, I reply. 'Yes, anything! '
'You will never be in the dark again. If
you do this one thing.'
'God, tell me what it is. I swear I'll do it! '
He hesitated, and than spoke. 'If you
want to rid the darkness in your life,
then pay your electric bill, you putz! '
© Joe Fazio
(brief renderings) Joe Fazio
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