Top 100 Poems About: SOLITUDE

In this page, poems on / about “solitude” are listed.
  • 1.
    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
  • 2.
    Lucy Gray, Or Solitude

    Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray:
    And, when I crossed the wild, read more »

    William Wordsworth
  • 3.
    I Am

    I am: yet what I am none cares or knows,
    My friends forsake me like a memory lost;
    I am the self-consumer of my woes,
    They rise and vanish in oblivious host, read more »

    John Clare
  • 4.
    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
  • 5.

    It's something they carry with them
    - explorers night shifts seamen -
    like a good pair of binoculars
    or a camera case read more »

    Caroline Mavis Caddy
  • 6.
    Sonnet V

    I touch you as a lonely violin touches the suburbs of the faraway place
    patiently the river asks for its share of the drizzle read more »

    Mahmoud Darwish
  • 7.

    All others talked as if
    talk were a dance.
    Clodhopper I, with clumsy feet
    would break the gliding ring. read more »

    Denise Levertov
  • 8.
    At A Window

    Give me hunger,
    O you gods that sit and give
    The world its orders.
    Give me hunger, pain and want, read more »

    Carl Sandburg
  • 9.

    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
  • 10.
    The Sleepers

    I WANDER all night in my vision,
    Stepping with light feet, swiftly and noiselessly stepping and
    stopping, read more »

    Walt Whitman
  • 11.
    Childhood’s Retreat

    It’s in the perilous boughs of the tree
    out of blue sky the wind
    sings loudest surrounding me. read more »

    Robert Duncan
  • 12.
    The Solitude Of Night

    It was at a wine party—
    I lay in a drowse, knowing it not.
    The blown flowers fell and filled my lap. read more »

    Li Po
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