Lonliness Poems
The False Reality
by Nora La King
In my mind
A reality of love,
Of perfection,
Holds me ever so tight.
I live in the world
In the reality
In the delusion
Of my beautiful, false
life.
......
What We Once Had
by Nora La King
I see him walk past,
I expect he sees me too.
He doesn't,
He doesn't care.
I wonder,
Why?
Why must what we had be so different?
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Ode to Love
by Brooke Renwick
Loneliness is a festering boil.
Say the fullness of my bones,
can be whittled and honed.
Can be carved and crushed.
If I displease you and such.
For the sake of simplicity,
I do complain,
But, my faults are all gained,
......
A flake in isolation (05/03/2019)
by Hendrico Valentijn
Dwindling through the air.
I am not convinced it's fair.
From whence comes this cold icy wind?
Ignorance; frigidly frozen.
In aftermath, my vision I'll rescind.
The glassy path I haven't chosen.
The past winter my friend.
In the avalanche I stand.
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Running
by Tash Jane
Do you suffer loneliness at night?
Keep a hold
Are you stirred, shattered and shy?
Don't let it go
Is there any doubt when the hurt, the hurt it does you proud?
Draw circles round the targets,
Look how far you've came.
With bare feet, keep running
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The False Reality
by Nora La King
In my mind
A reality of love,
Of perfection,
Holds me ever so tight.
I live in the world
In the reality
In the delusion
Of my beautiful, false
life.
......
What We Once Had
by Nora La King
I see him walk past,
I expect he sees me too.
He doesn't,
He doesn't care.
I wonder,
Why?
Why must what we had be so different?
......
A New Car
by Frangipani Rhett
She didn't know what she was doing
On her own to buy a car
There was only interest offered
From her tyranical abuser
Lying silently, draped over her bed
She tried to plan it out
How she'd know which car to buy and buy it
Before she gave in to her dad's "support"
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Shepherd Lane
by J. P. Ehlert
I watch the midnight fog condense;
On Shepherd Lane I wait.
No stars assuage my solitude;
No winds dare stir so late.
But still I sit on Shepherd Lane
To linger with the dew.
Knowing well you’ve forgotten me,
But still I wait for you.
Ode to Love
by Brooke Renwick
Loneliness is a festering boil.
Say the fullness of my bones,
can be whittled and honed.
Can be carved and crushed.
If I displease you and such.
For the sake of simplicity,
I do complain,
But, my faults are all gained,
......
