Best Lonely Poems

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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All the birds have flown up and gone;
A lonely cloud floats leisurely by.
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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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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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The Moon will shine,
Without your smile,
But no longer shall it be,
A Moon that shines for me,
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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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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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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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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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Alone but not lonely
Broke yet not poor
Down, yet not out
Smiling, but not laughing
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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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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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Poems without readers
Are like lonely wallflowers
On the wide dance floor.
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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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He sat there in the streaming light,
Silent, settled like the darkened night.
Rays channelled through the greys of ancient gloom,
Purifying his soul, natural hues of the moon.
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Your hope in my heart is the rarest treasure
Your Name on my tongue is the sweetest word
My choicest hours
Are the hours I spend with You --
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The lonely soul wanders
Alone in the walks of life
No other soul as his companion
The lonely soul wanders
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Let's go see Old Abe
Sitting in the marble and the moonlight,
Sitting lonely in the marble and the moonlight,
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A lonely star in the sky,
Is looking for a friend,
It wants to die,
Cause no one intend.
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perhaps tonight is the end of dreams
end the lies of your perception
perhaps tomorrow starts a new story
passionately cared...regardless of theory...
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You walked as fast as you could
Bringing with you some food to partake
Life is difficult, you have to make do
With the provisions the nuns have provided
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Little things that no one needs --
Little things to joke about --
Little landscapes, done in beads.
Little morals, woven out,
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Unhappy about some far off things
That are not my affair, wandering
Along the coast and up the lean ridges,
I saw in the evening
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I LOOK into my glass,
And view my wasting skin,
And say, "Would God it came to pass
My heart had shrunk as thin!"
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A dark cloud of rain
drifted into my life
And for some time,
I felt good, happy...
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What is the name you called me?--
And why did you go so soon?

The crows lift their caws on the wind,
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loneliness
his childhood
warms him up
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I would give up drinking
To be drunk with your perfume
On a summer night
With the sea breeze singing
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O hush, sweet birds, that linger in lonely song!
Hold in your evening fragrance, wet May--bloom!
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I took leave of you, old friend, at the
Yellow Crane Pavilion;
In the mist and bloom of March, you went
down to Yang-chou:
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It was the Rainbow gave thee birth,
And left thee all her lovely hues;
And, as her mother’s name was Tears,
So runs it in my blood to choose
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There never was a mood of mine,
Gay or heart-broken, luminous or dull,
But you could ease me of its fever
And give it back to me more beutiful.
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The evening was lonely for me, and I was reading a book till my
heart became dry, and it seemed to me that beauty was a thing
fashioned by the traders in words. Tired I shut the book and
snuffed the candle. In a moment the room was flooded with
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Lonely am I

Lonely are the nights
Lonely are the days
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There is a tide mysterious as the sea,
Dividing light and darkness endlessly,
West of the moment's own necessity.
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Abandoned to sadistic streets,
A school room of sullen tears,
A little girl lost beneath
A blanket of rejection and fears
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Be to her, Persephone,
All the things I might not be:
Take her head upon your knee.
She that was so proud and wild,
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About me young careless feet
Linger along the garish street;
Above, a hundred shouting signs
Shed down their bright fantastic glow
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While joy gave clouds the light of stars,
That beamed wher'er they looked;
And calves and lambs had tottering knees,
Excited, while they sucked;
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A lonely baby cries
as her single mother
tries to open her eyes
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Are you lonely tonight
Because your heart was broken?
Are you lonely tonight,
Shedding tears from all the emotion?
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Before all the wondrous shows of the widespread space around him, what living, sentient thing loves not the all-joyous light -- with its colors, its rays and undulations, its gentle omnipresence in the form of the wakening Day? The giant-world of the unresting constellations inhales it as the innermost soul of life, and floats dancing in its blue flood -- the sparkling, ever-tranquil stone, the thoughtful, imbibing plant, and the wild, burning multiform beast inhales it -- but more than all, the lordly stranger with the sense-filled eyes, the swaying walk, and the sweetly closed, melodious lips. Like a king over earthly nature, it rouses every force to countless transformations, binds and unbinds innumerable alliances, hangs its heavenly form around every earthly substance. -- Its presence alone reveals the marvelous splendor of the kingdoms of the world.

Aside I turn to the holy, unspeakable, mysterious Night. Afar lies the world -- sunk in a deep grave -- waste and lonely is its place. In the chords of the bosom blows a deep sadness. I am ready to sink away in drops of dew, and mingle with the ashes. -- The distances of memory, the wishes of youth, the dreams of childhood, the brief joys and vain hopes of a whole long life, arise in gray garments, like an evening vapor after the sunset. In other regions the light has pitched its joyous tents. What if it should never return to its children, who wait for it with the faith of innocence?
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one by one they leave
all my sparrows fly away
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I am on a journey
the longest journey of my life
you know the one
the one that goes
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I wandered lonely
in a crowd

despite a host
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Who can understand
what we feel inside
When we gaze into the eyes
of the shadows
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I strolled last eve across the lonely down;
One solitary picture struck my eye:
A distant ploughboy stood against the sky—
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Last night in the garden I offered you my youth's foaming wine. You
lifted the cup to your lips, you shut your eyes and smiled while
I raised your veil, unbound your tresses, drawing down upon my
breast your face sweet with its silence, last night when the moon's
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The lonely landscape whispers of itself.
Yesterday's shadow overtakes the field.
Lost in such thoughts we wonder what to do?
Bones are not strong enough to turn sunset.
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Today I had a burial of my dead.
There was no shroud, no coffin, and no pall,
No prayers were uttered and no tears were shed
I only turned a picture to the wall.
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Since that I may not have
Love on this side the grave,
Let me imagine Love.
Since not mine is the bliss
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O So Lonely
Are the days gone by.
When others enter your life
Then you push them by.
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Oh! I watch this wonderful game in a lonely park.
A millionaire strikes a small ball with his iron club
And it flies to infinity,
He goes behind that happily.
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Lonely is The Traveler, who travels all alone
Lonely is the Traveler, who is without a home
Lonely is the Traveler, who has no one to care
Lonely is the Traveler, who has no one to share
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Each day you wake up with a frown
Rumours keep spreading around town
That you’re suffering a mental breakdown
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A lonely flower in a field
A lonely child does not yield
A lonely star in the night sky
A lonely man gives up to die
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"O lonely workman, standing there
In a dream, why do you stare and stare
At her grave, as no other grave where there?"
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I heard the farm cocks crowing, loud, and faint, and thin,
When hooded night was going and one clear planet winked:
I heard shrill notes begin down the spired wood distinct,
When cloudy shoals were chinked and gilt with fires of day.
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So long had I travelled the lonely road,
Though, now and again, a wayfairing friend
Walked shoulder to shoulder, and lightened the load,
I often would think to myself as I strode,
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"Trash, trash!" the king my uncle said,
"The spirit's smoke and weak as smoke ascends.
"Sit in the sun and not among the dead,
"Eat oranges! Pish tosh! the car attends.
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The death of a friend
I try to be brave
But I can't stop the tears
When I visit His grave
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What a lonely girl
She sits in the corner
Lives in the world
No one there beside her
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Upon a lonely mountain, there lived two hermits who worshipped God
and loved one another.
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I walked down that lonely road
That sinuous, torturous bend
You know how I hated
The cold, the distance, my thoughts.
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A despondent highway is stretched,
its eyes set on the far horizon
On the cold dirt of its bosom,
its grayish beauty spread
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There is a street in every town that owns a house
called lonely. Then when your just passing by you might
just say, 'if only.
If only could mean a life time of thoughts but it does'nt cure
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I still remember heartache like
I'd never felt before,
With every hour that passes by
I miss you more and more,
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When roaring gloom surged inward and you cried,
Groping for friendly hands, and clutched, and died,
Like racing smoke, swift from your lolling head
phantoms of thought and memory thinned and fled.
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They sleep within. . . .
I cower to the earth, I waking, I only.
High and cold thou dreamest, O queen, high-dreaming and lonely.
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haiku one:

in criss-crossing shadows
of the mountains, we admire
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Once I said to a scarecrow, 'You must be tired of standing in this
lonely field.'
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(painting by Dennis Sheehan)

As the sun silently slips behind a clump of trees,
saying goodbye to its day-long spent energy
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Along the sprawled body of the derailed Great Northern freight car,
I strike a match slowly and lift it slowly.
No wind.
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Go, my songs, to the lonely and the unsatisfied,
Go also to the nerve-racked, go to the enslaved-by-convention,
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If I could take the world
into my world;
If I could be God-like
what would I do
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God in me is the fury on the bare heath
God in me shakes the interior kingdom of my heaven.
God in me is the fire wherein I burn.
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Who Doesn't Want

Not looking for forgiveness
my soul I pray to keep
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Your mom's in God's Home
Watching over you
In your lonely times
She touches your heart
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The sun has set, and the long grass now
Waves dreamily in the evening wind;
And the wild bird has flown from that old gray stone
In some warm nook a couch to find.
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Come, step
into my sweet, lonely little world!
Hand in hand,
We shall run across the cliffs
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Still they lie side by side
Waiting for their winter storage
Many wonderful times have been had
Early morning tea contemplating the day ahead
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Lonely on the land I walk,
Lonely cross the sea I sail,
Lonely air of beach I stroll -
This lonely life doth take its toll.
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A lonely star in the night
A lonely plant in the desert
A lonely cloud in the sky
A weeping heart in the ocean of happiness
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Sleep, with her tender balm, her touch so kind,
Has passed me by;
Afar I see her vesture, velvet-lined,
Float silently;
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There is a very cold winter time.
The streets are filled with snow,
A lonely star's shining in the sky.
I'm looking at her from my home.
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Give him the darkest inch your shelf allows,
Hide him in lonely garrets, if you will,—
But his hard, human pulse is throbbing still
With the sure strength that fearless truth endows.
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The lonely sky weeps
Joins me in sorrow and pain
Defeats my loud cry
By the rage of its thunder
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I hear the stars still singing
To the beautiful, silent night,
As they speed with noiseless winging
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On tears lonely lonely cry
You always shade on my mind
Even you had flied away
Left me alone in the night
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The lost wind wandering, forever grieves
Low overhead,
Above grey mosses whispering of leaves
Fallen and dead.
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Touch with me what is infinitesimal-
A single vagrant blue note of the dusk,
A leaf that has no home but windowglass,
A lonely whistle frozen into frost.
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