#solitary poems on Hello Poetry

Sneha Thakur Jan 2018

Thoughts

And then in her deep conscience she pondered ,If anyone would carry her shopping bags as she went up and down the escalators , brawling to make them still and herself stiff.
She wondered , If those drugs were a magic bullet that everyone aspires or were they a summon to death coming prior.
She wondered if the nights will always be this fore saken. Will it always go the same way? Or will someone sing lullabies to her and swirl with her curls.
She wondered , the series of events , synchronized in her life. And imagined what it would be like to lead a normal life.
She wondered and wondered about life. But her wonders were just awful and never suggested something good about it. So oh! She did always wondered why did she wondered grief , if it rather could be glee.

#thoughts #sad #solitary #deep

𝓟𝓲𝔂𝔂𝓪 Dec 2017

Solitary

What you said
Was true
And still
Some things are undo

Tolerate has to be done
Like every time
Your hands play it's role
They're my dime

Tell me
Is it wrong
To keep your soul
Nor to have them whole

Is this temporary
Can't we just let it
Happily in this
White solitary

Always there will
Be a tragedy
It's either my fantasy
Nor your reality

#reality #fantasy #tragedy #solitary #temporary

Tony Luxton Oct 2017

Contact

Their backs to cold wet weather. Summer again.
Another pair of feet joins the queue.
The shelter won't house half a bus load.
Puffs of breath wind whisked away.

Secretly seeking sun in others' smiles,
that star has left their universe.
Stony stares keep their queue places.
Vital signs of stamping feet,
and fingers twitching keyboards.

One shy solitary smiles, a contact,
no contract needed. Granting her
his daily nod, his thoughts return to bed.

#*** #shy #solitary #smiles

Jordan Supertramp Jun 2017

We are alone.

We are,
Intangible
And,
Isolate.

Words are subjective to the reader; emotions are solitary to the subject.

#isolation #intangible #writing #solitary

Apachi Ram Fatal Jun 2016

Softies Ladder

Following the path less traveled not
*** you must be frolecking Fool King
Energize Invigorate Assimilate Stimulate
Spermatozoon soldiers within veins burlesque uterine
De construct the artery leading the pineal gland
Conduct bypass surgery of the Amygdala Beast
Ache take over the Beat mind the creep off melting
His brain drained Kriss Kross naked leave faded in vain

#solitary #**** #time

Gregory Paul Dancer Feb 2017

Unplayed Piano

Old wooden knot holed thing.
rust wearing; sitting unplayed.
Strings silent.
Manuscripts of faded scores.
Tarnished ink quavers and semi quavers,
ride the weary stave.
This unheard music fills
the room with it's silence.

#time #music #muse #old #solitary #piano #passing

Deborah Brooks Langford Oct 2016

Her Solitary Man... dedicated to Evanthia Bilionis

She hears the heavy tread of his shoes,
carrying the weight of his mighty
shoulders,
is her sad and trodden Solitary Man~

Hurt by life’s emotions
she has traveled so far
found love once -
with this Solitary man~

One more journey
to seek his vision
and love
she looks for her
Solitary man~

But she knows the answers
already given to her lonely heart
as she travels his roads
her heart looks for him
to return to her arms
her Solitary man~

it is only a matter of time
till her solitary man
finds his way
to her bleeding heart
crushed at the sight
of Her Lonely Solitary Man~

Is it to late?
the love that once has been
is now down a lonely path
trodden with tears
to her Soliatry Man~

Debbie Brooks.. @ October 27th 2016
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#love #man #solitary #song

BE Twain Oct 2016

Out in Winter

I find myself in snow
walking on moon dust
pressing in tracks
out in winter

trees looking down on me, what do they want
douglas fir, trembling aspens and more
solitary in a green dark
the cold of night in North Vancouver

just me
walking a white trail
a marked path
leaving foot stones

looking back
the way disappears into nothing
looking ahead
keep going, he told me

My uncle was a ski instructor on the mountains of british columbia when people used to ski on wooden skis, he was one of my best friends in life. he passed recently, and his last words to me were, keep going

#poem #hope #nature #winter #journey #solitary #trail