Solitude Poems

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;
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there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average
human being to supply any given army on any given day

and the best at murder are those who preach against it
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Rain, midnight rain, nothing but the wild rain
On this bleak hut, and solitude, and me
Remembering again that I shall die
And neither hear the rain nor give it thanks
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Thy soul shall find itself alone
'Mid dark thoughts of the grey tomb-stone;
Not one, of all the crowd, to pry
Into thine hour of secrecy.
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You have to be always drunk. That's all there is to it--it's the
only way. So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks
your back and bends you to the earth, you have to be continually
drunk.
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I DREAMED that one had died in a strange place
Near no accustomed hand,
And they had nailed the boards above her face,
The peasants of that land,
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Leaning into the afternoons I cast my sad nets
towards your oceanic eyes.

There in the highest blaze my solitude lengthens and flames,
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Day after day, O lord of my life,
shall I stand before thee face to face.
With folded hands, O lord of all worlds,
shall I stand before thee face to face.
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Suddenly, from all the green around you,
something-you don't know what-has disappeared;
you feel it creeping closer to the window,
in total silence. From the nearby wood
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I have a friend who still believes in heaven.
Not a stupid person, yet with all she knows, she literally talks to God.
She thinks someone listens in heaven.
On earth she's unusually competent.
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Part One


The power of charity sows deep in my heart, and I reap and gather the wheat in bundles and give them to the hungry.
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Snow falls:
years of anger following
hours that float idly down --
the blizzard
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Lo! 'tis a gala night
Within the lonesome latter years!
An angel throng, bewinged, bedight
In veils, and drowned in tears,
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Poetic Masterpiece: A Childbirth Of Profundity.
Like delivery of Divine Revelations 
which favours calmness of wilderness;  
It's brought forth in Creative-Glory-Of-Solitude:
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THAT which eludes this verse and any verse,
Unheard by sharpest ear, unform'd in clearest eye or cunningest mind,
Nor lore nor fame, nor happiness nor wealth,
And yet the pulse of every heart and life throughout the world
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Lonely is just one word chosen to represent so much
To tell of feelings inside that the senses cannot touch

Lonely can be in the teardrops on a bereaved person's cheek
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A father sees his son nearing manhood.
What shall he tell that son?
'Life is hard; be steel; be a rock.'
And this might stand him for the storms
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They are alike, prim scholar and perfervid lover:
When comes the season of decay, they both decide
Upon sweet, husky cats to be the household pride;
Cats choose, like them, to sit, and like them, shudder.
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I behold you as the solitary flower
On the ends of a branch-let
Ah, your fragrance travels miles
Gratifying even the dull insects!
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Art thou a Statist in the van
Of public conflicts trained and bred?
- First learn to love one living man;
'Then' may'st thou think upon the dead.
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I think the
deep solitude is
more comfortable to
me
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I was sitting alone and watching the peaceful lake
and enjoying the bliss of solitude
She came and smiled in silence
Now my mind went in romantic solidarity with her
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Do not confuse solitude with loneliness
In solitude you hatch your dreams
You grow wings
Travel to the nicest part of your sky
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Beauty is a child's smile, Peace is beauty of time.
Parental love is beauty. Also trump of justice over
injustice is beauty.
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We enjoy nature's beauty in solitude
Be it moon and stars, floating clouds

Loneliness is always with you
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The Solitary Man.
Away from voice, and noise, absence of haste and confusion,
Far away from the madding crowd, hasty drive, and pride,
Calmness, tranquillity, and quietness, conserves the solitude.
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A bliss of solitude,
such a wonder the life is,
oh what a miracle it is,
tackling all the tasks,
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Were I to breathe in this world nigh easy
And easier still in my solitude,
Such that my opinion on me sounds good,
No more I muse on how world feels ‘bout me.
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Living in Solitude, wasn't my choice.
Who likes to be alone, not being social?
Neither I liked, but was left loner.
Huge urge and want to meet,
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In my solitude
I am a solid sphere
Impenetrable and barricaded
Hidden from the hands of time
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