Top 100 Poems About: ISOLATION

In this page, poems on / about “isolation” are listed.
  • 1.

    From childhood's hour I have not been
    As others were; I have not seen
    As others saw; I could not bring
    My passions from a common spring. read more »

    Edgar Allan Poe
  • 2.

    Lying, thinking
    Last night
    How to find my soul a home
    Where water is not thirsty read more »

    Maya Angelou
  • 3.
    I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud

    I wandered lonely as a cloud
    That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
    When all at once I saw a crowd,
    A host, of golden daffodils; read more »

    William Wordsworth
  • 4.

    Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
    Weep, and you weep alone.
    For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,
    But has trouble enough of its own. read more »

    Ella Wheeler Wilcox
  • 5.
    To Solitude

    O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell,
    Let it not be among the jumbled heap
    Of murky buildings; climb with me the steep, -- read more »

    John Keats
  • 6.
    In A Dark Time

    In a dark time, the eye begins to see,
    I meet my shadow in the deepening shade;
    I hear my echo in the echoing wood--
    A lord of nature weeping to a tree. read more »

    Theodore Roethke
  • 7.
    Isolation: To Marguerite

    We were apart; yet, day by day,
    I bade my heart more constant be.
    I bade it keep the world away,
    And grow a home for only thee; read more »

    Matthew Arnold
  • 8.
    Journey Into The Interior

    In the long journey out of the self,
    There are many detours, washed-out interrupted raw places
    Where the shale slides dangerously
    And the back wheels hang almost over the edge read more »

    Theodore Roethke
  • 9.
    This Is A Photograph Of Me

    It was taken some time ago
    At first it seems to be
    a smeared
    print: blurred lines and grey flecks read more »

    Margaret Atwood
  • 10.
    Ode On Solitude

    Happy the man, whose wish and care
    A few paternal acres bound,
    Content to breathe his native air,
    In his own ground. read more »

    Alexander Pope
  • 11.
    Danse Russe

    If I when my wife is sleeping
    and the baby and Kathleen
    are sleeping
    and the sun is a flame-white disc read more »

    William Carlos Williams
  • 12.

    Being apart and lonely is like rain.
    It climbs toward evening from the ocean plains;
    from flat places, rolling and remote, it climbs
    to heaven, which is its old abode. read more »

    Rainer Maria Rilke
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