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Popular Solitude Poems

Be Drunk

by Charles Baudelaire

You have to be always drunk. That's all there is to it--it's the
only way. So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks
your back and bends you to the earth, you have to be continually
drunk.
But on what?Wine, poetry or virtue, as you wish. But be
drunk.
And if sometimes, on the steps of a palace or the green grass of
a ditch, in the mournful solitude of your room, you wake again,
drunkenness already diminishing or gone, ask the wind, the wave,
the star, the bird, the clock, everything that is flying, everything

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The Wind

by Vikram Seth

With no companion to my mood,
Against the wind as it should be,
I walk, but in my solitude
Bow to the wind that buffets me.

my aquamarine gemstone

by Allyson Sirois

clarity
faithfulness
ambition
and bliss

my aquamarine gemstone
stuck at the bottom of your abyss
a void of loneliness
as you described it to me
dragging you in deeper

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A New Life

by Gordon C. Pierce

My life begins again with new friends, new hopes,
and an unknown place called "home".
In my golden years I have come at last to this "Woodcrest"
Where all is strange yet somehow most comforting.
From my window I gaze upon the distant hills,
the green fields, the circling woods,
Eternal yet new to me as if just created.
The skies reflect the changing scene,
Cloudy, sunny, misty in turn.
The quiet solitude here contrasts

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Frost At Midnight

by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

The Frost performs its secret ministry,
Unhelped by any wind. The owlet's cry
Came loud--and hark, again ! loud as before.
The inmates of my cottage, all at rest,
Have left me to that solitude, which suits
Abstruser musings : save that at my side
My cradled infant slumbers peacefully.
'Tis calm indeed ! so calm, that it disturbs
And vexes meditation with its strange
And extreme silentness. Sea, hill, and wood,

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Recent Solitude Poems

Solace

by Mario Marcou

People often ask me
what are you doing, where are you going.
Well actually I don't know what I'm doing
I don't know where I'm going.
I can still feel my feet on the ground
tomorrow the weather may wear a different gown
despite a date for measured crown.
West to east
Laiden without feast
provide and chase the least.

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Gama

by Okunola iyanuoluwa

He tastes solitude
on Gama,
Savoury to his buds.

He is a bird,
Pearching hymns,
He is a fig
Among fronds.

Silence of the Rocks

by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu

Sweltering clouds above are in yoga
Below them, crags — large-hearted and
Deep-seated, with striated bowels —
Faint from the hostile shafts of sunlight.
Iguanas pray fervently through fents
Hewed by dreaded times;
So are south-oriented ivies — straggling
Idly by noon, they seek eloquence of
Humming-birds on rock-ruptured
Sequence of dalliances...

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My Masterpiece

by Ferris Sivan

Oh, I am of art
Though do not mistake me of kind that ignites passion’s roar
Nor am I of kind that drums awe’s core
I am of art that conveys to much misery
Too much depth and sorrow
Too much pity to bring into tomorrow
I am monotone gone days and abstract lucid nights
I am cold-coloured complexations framed in Pyrite’s might
I am brush strokes wretchedly captivating the work I’m yet to do right
Oh the unwanted sketches I’ve forgone

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Sway

by Brady Stewart

Crazy Crazy it never stops there is no time for punctuation
It starts off sounding like an elementary narrative
The alarm sounds sounds downstairs it's the neighbor
The neighbors are smoking probably smoking smoking
The toy on the desk moves moves it moves when you pull it
The trees don't seem to sway sway sway but they're so far away.
So How can you tell?
The toilet is never clean, spotless clean clean
The windows are open
Sometimes,

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