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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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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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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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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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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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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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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Snow falls:
years of anger following
hours that float idly down --
the blizzard
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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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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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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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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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Alone, at last! Not a sound to be heard but the rumbling of some belated and decrepit cabs. For a few hours
we shall have silence, if not repose. At last the tyranny of the human face has disappeared,
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All through eternity
Beauty unveils His exquisite form
in the solitude of nothingness;
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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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Once it smiled a silent dell
Where the people did not dwell;
They had gone unto the wars,
Trusting to the mild-eyed stars,
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O thou the last fulfilment of life,
Death, my death, come and whisper to me!
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While on my lonely couch I lie,
I seldom feel myself alone,
For fancy fills my dreaming eye
With scenes and pleasures of its own.
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In the silence of the night, she stands alone,
A solitary figure in a world unknown.
Her shadow dances with the moon's soft glow,
A lonely woman with secrets to bestow.
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Silence, Solitude,
Poet's heart sings,
In the embrace of quietude,
Inspiration takes wings.
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THE SILENCE OF SOLITUDE

In the silence of my solitude my mind is free to dream,
To contemplate the things that were, that are, and those that might have been.
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butterflies of solitude and of solidarity
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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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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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