Lonely Poems

What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whitman, for I walked down the
streets under the trees with a headache self-conscious looking at the full moon.

In my hungry fatigue, and shopping for images, I went into the neon fruit
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Snow falling and night falling fast, oh, fast
In a field I looked into going past,
And the ground almost covered smooth in snow,
But a few weeds and stubble showing last.
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One heavy day I ran away from the grim face of society and the dizzying clamor of the city and directed my weary step to the spacious alley. I pursued the beckoning course of the rivulet and the musical sounds of the birds until I reached a lonely spot where the flowing branches of the trees prevented the sun from the touching the earth.

I stood there, and it was entertaining to my soul - my thirsty soul who had seen naught but the mirage of life instead of its sweetness.
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All the birds have flown up and gone;
A lonely cloud floats leisurely by.
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Above us, stars. Beneath us, constellations.
Five billion miles away, a galaxy dies
like a snowflake falling on water. Below us,
some farmer, feeling the chill of that distant death,
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The Moon will shine,
Without your smile,
But no longer shall it be,
A Moon that shines for me,
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He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring'd with the azure world, he stands.
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
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If I when my wife is sleeping
and the baby and Kathleen
are sleeping
and the sun is a flame-white disc
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There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar
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Lonely are the nights
Lonely are the days
Lonely am I, in so many ways
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I must go down to the sea again,
to the lonely sea and the sky;
I left my shoes and socks there -
I wonder if they're dry?
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The little boy lost in the lonely fen,
Led by the wandering light,
Began to cry, but God, ever nigh,
Appeared like his father, in white.
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Poems without readers
Are like lonely wallflowers
On the wide dance floor.
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Alone but not lonely
Broke yet not poor
Down, yet not out
Smiling, but not laughing
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Goin' down the road, Lawd,
Goin' down the road.
Down the road, Lawd,
Way,way down the road.
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Give me back my broken night
my mirrored room, my secret life
it's lonely here,
there's no one left to torture
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Lonely is just one word chosen to represent so much
To tell of feelings inside that the senses cannot touch

Lonely can be in the teardrops on a bereaved person's cheek
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A single fir-tree, lonely,
on a northern mountain height,
sleeps in a white blanket,
draped in snow and ice.
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Only on me, the lonely one,
The unending stars of the night shine,
The stone fountain whispers its magic song,
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It's a lonely road I travel down
I walk the stones without a sound
So quiet that I learned this song
It's all I know anymore
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Lonely friend
Lonely even with enough crowds
Lonely friend
Lonely even with major doubts
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there are people who think believe
that people who live alone must be lonely
lonely in a lonely empty house
some who live alone especially in old age
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A man is truly happy being alone
Seldom does he ever moan,
His life of being alone is only his
He feels and maintains total bliss.
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The house is lonely,
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I have never seen such a lonely number
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I now know
what loneliness
is.
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I now know
what loneliness
is.
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February 2019 Showcase Of Poems From Here & There …[ Sharing Poem Hunter Poems With You! ; Topics Are: " Lonely "& "Butterfly" & Assorted Others ]

When I have had ‘bad words' with the one I dearly Love,
thoughts of loneliness may {at my injured mind} Shove,
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