Poems About: SOLITUDE

In this page, poems on / about “solitude” are listed.

  • 109.
    Your Noise

    How can I think in solitude
    When the silence stifles thought?
    How can I think in solitude
    When all I hear is read more »

    Stephen A. Codekas
  • 110.
    Secluded Moments

    Solitude is a time
    when we sit alone
    and think of what
    should have been read more »

    Janice M Pickett
  • 111.
    A VERSION OF SOLITUDE

    you feel like a leaf steady on a pool of
    water,

    around you is thick fog read more »

    RIC S. BASTASA
  • 112.
    Mixing Time Your Way

    so, on most of the days
    you teach literature
    and you said you love it
    you never worked read more »

    RIC S. BASTASA
  • 113.
    Solitude

    Flying high, on the pinnacle of life
    Soaring
    In contentment and peace
    Such is read more »

    Madam Anonymous
  • 114.
    Solitude

    Peace
    Grabbing the Turquoise Sky
    The White Velvet Clouds
    Discover a Whole New World Alone read more »

    Jason Peters
  • 115.
    Brain's Mirror

    Things are different now
    Things are very different
    Mine eyes when still, reminisce
    Mine eyes when still, remember read more »

    Eljay Ladia
  • 116.
    The solitude+++

    I’m just a lost star,

    With chains of darkness and of endless night read more »

    Marieta Maglas
  • 117.
    Solitude

    When at night I cry alone and my tears I feel for long,
    I look up with eyes and soul to elevate my heart
    strong to the kingdom I belong read more »

    John Bisner
  • 118.
    Solitude

    Let the darkness take my solitude
    Drowning in the rotting horror it has caught
    May it feel the stinging barbs of fear
    Ever clawing desperately from my mind read more »

    Candice Renae Williams
  • 119.
    solitude

    In solitude she swears
    No more tears will she waste
    Lifts the silver to her lips
    Takes a little taste read more »

    Bill Smith
  • 120.
    scar on your left arm...

    the mirror is always a good metaphor
    for solitude, on cold nights, the mist sticks
    on the glass,
    despite the coldness read more »

    RIC S. BASTASA
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