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Best Poems About / On LONELY
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Feelings
I feel so sad and lonely
I am alone
I feel so used and betrayed
I am lost
I am lost among this crowd
I am alone amidst so many people
I feel so hurt and heart broken
I am sick
I feel so weak and defeated
I am lost
I am so lonely even at my home
I am so alone although I have a family
I feel so sad and lonely
I feel so used and betrayed
I feel so hurt and heart broken
I feel so weak and defeated
I am so sad and lonely
I am alone
I am sick
I am lost
I am lost among this crowd
I am alone amidst so many people
I am so lonely even at my home
I am so alone although I have a family
rehendhi maldives
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Armadillo Streets
The dust has just begun to settle
Forming crop circles in the carpet
Oil marks kiss the walls
Where pleasure moments hung before
Spin me around one last time
Disappear with the walking sun
Look down that road lonely traveler
Before you pack your things
Vagabond shoes have lead you nowhere
But further away from home
Look down that road lonely traveler
Before you turn to leave
Just a tumbleweed blowing aimlessly
Along armadillo streets
Count the days as they barely move
Denying you didn't stop you from coming
Consumed under the trance of the moon
Enter Casanova
As ransom notes fall from your lips
Lies espoused, digested through a hungry mouth
Defense falls paper thin, until
I loose all inhibitions
Look down that road lonely traveler
Before you pack your things
Vagabond shoes have lead you nowhere
But further away from home
Look down that road lonely traveler
Before you turn to leave
Just a tumbleweed blowing aimlessly
Along armadillo streets
The residue of another late nate rendevous
Greets me with the morning light
Half smoked cigarettes, a bottle of gin
A post card signed, 'See you next time'
I trace your silohette into the heels of your mirage
But I never did plan to understand
What happened after dark
Look down that road lonely traveler
Before you turn to leave
Just a tumbleweed blowing aimlessly
Along armadillo streets
Kay Gardner
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Lonely
why are we built to be with another
why is it so difficult for society to accept loneliness
loneliness releases us
companionship
while great at first
drains us; prevents either party from being free
while when one is lonely
they are not bound by the rules of relations
the burden of always awaiting another's approval
a lonely person sets their own rules
coffee at 3am? the lonely person will go out
a person with a companion will not for fear of judgement
judgement, its a funny thing
when we are with someone one our fear of it increases intensely
lonely people don't share that fear
they accept themselves
intern ignoring the bombardment of silent opinions
we are made to be lonely
Zena Blank
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The Secret Of Poetry
When I was lonely, I thought of death.
When I thought of death I was lonely.
I suppose this error will continue.
I shall enter each gray morning
Delighted by frost, which is death,
& the trees that stand alone in mist.
When I met my wife I was lonely.
Our child in her body is lonely.
I suppose this error will go on & on.
Morning I kiss my wife's cold lips,
Nights her body, dripping with mist.
This is the error that fascinates.
I suppose you are secretly lonely,
Thinking of death, thinking of love.
I'd like, please, to leave on your sill
Just one cold flower, whose beauty
Would leave you inconsolable all day.
The secret of poetry is cruelty.
Jon Anderson
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