Poems About: SOLITUDE

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

  • 229.
    It is So Hard to be Alone

    It is so very hard to be alone; from dawn to dusk
    From dusk to dawn, alone, alone alone.
    From a chant to a rant to a highpaying job
    To an apartment in St Germain des Pres read more »

    Rani Turton
  • 230.
    By The Rosanna--To F.M. Stanzer Thal, Tyrol

    The old grey Alp has caught the cloud,
    And the torrent river sings aloud;
    The glacier-green Rosanna sings read more »

    George Meredith
  • 231.
    IN THE CHAMBER OF SOLITUDE

    Trapped alone
    In the chamber of solitude
    Surrounded by empty spaces
    Quietly drinking a beer read more »

    Romeo Della Valle
  • 232.
    St Mary Of Egypt

    Strong to suffer, strong to sin,
    Loving much, and much forgiven,
    In the desert realm a queen,
    Penance-crowned, to cope with Heaven, read more »

    John Bannister Tabb
  • 233.
    Death Tolls Imperceptibly

    I could feign a brazen smile contorted from corruption
    Or paint my face with grotesque façade so you envisage
    A one man band of harlequinade unstained of demarcation
    Better yet, I will reduce into a glassine veneer and divulge read more »

    Norman Santos
  • 234.
    Solitude, Solidarity

    Solitude, Solidarity
    alone all the same
    Abandonement, Redemption
    we weren't playing the same game read more »

    Agnes Török
  • 235.
    The Mountain-Top

    I stood upon the summit, bare,
    And cold, in garb of silenced ewe—
    Listened for the wind which rang
    Across the void, velvet and blue, read more »

    Andrew Benton
  • 236.
    Appeal

    I do not want light,
    I do not want anything!
    I want only solitude.
    Silence is my friend, read more »

    UMBELINA FROTA Linhares Pimenta Bastos
  • 237.
    The Soldier's Mother

    With a loud knock, entered a sheet, as white as a shroud!
    Nobody knew what it had, solitude or crowd!
    With her shaking slim hands,
    the shrunken shivering Mother received read more »

    googi sweety
  • 238.
    They made me suspect

    They made me suspect
    Suspect that the blue violet
    Hides poison in its mystery
    And wide-eyed beauty weeping in the glooms read more »

    Emmanuel George Cefai
  • 239.
    Blue Has Cast Me Muted

    Blue has cast me muted,
    Doing subdued.
    In no specific need...
    Thinking of you. read more »

    Lawrence S. Pertillar
  • 240.
    Intersection of worlds

    There’s hiding place between three intersecting worlds:
    One is the Dreamland and we call Reality the other,
    The third, the biggest, is Eternity. My sisters, brothers,
    There’s no death in this time swirl, read more »

    Victor Sklyarov
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