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#lonley poems
notfavghost · 7 days
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The poetry of longing is written in the language of sighs.
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27paperlilies · 11 months
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Silver friend You sit in silver silence, eyes of luminous essence watching all the new be born, missing the old that withered before.
I wish I could reach for you, to truly bask in your cool presence, could I meet the man they say lives there and would he have a storey to share.
The coldness is not cruel but neither is it kind, it somehow feels refreshing, but so old and lost in time, how many have wondered if they could call you mine.
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lucianjablonsky · 9 days
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Romanticism
They told me that the stars above Are incredibly romantic, they spoke of love You said the same as all before, Even I can conjure something more Romantic it was, the starry grace Yet I preferred the darkened space The emptiness, a romantic theme More than flowers from you, it would seem, That withered away, their petals fell, But in the void, a tale to tell
~ Nihil Novi
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lovergirl1511 · 18 days
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i think my yearning for love stems from the overwhelming need for the approval of others.
i need them to think I'm pretty or else what am i worth.
the desire to be looked upon as desirable.
what is it to be pretty, sexy, cute, beautiful? does it exist? or are we all each searching for our own version of pretty or sexy or cute, and maybe even beautiful.
superficial opinions in a superficial world matter to me.
i want to be the diamond amongst pebbles.
i want to be awed. as unfashionable as it is.
sucked in stomach and swaying my hips as i walk past the boy, the hot boy, the tall boy, the James Dean sunglasses boy, the boy who is also deemed good enough to be desirable by the superficial society. will he find me pretty, sexy, cute, beautiful?
i live to be seen as beautiful but I'd settle for sexy, cute or pretty. Hell I'd settle for less.
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cozyinmycornerr · 2 months
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I'm never enough, but I'm "too much." I don't get it.
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kuntygirlblog · 11 months
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I am in desperate need of affection. I want someone to hold me while I curl up in their lap and cry. I want to feel safe, I want someone to stroke my hair and tell me everything is going to be okay. I just want to wake up in the morning and that void is no longer there. I want someone to cuddle with and get lost in each other's eyes. I feel so embarrassed with how desperate I am with men, I just want to constantly throw myself into someone's arms and feel touched. I want someone to care about my feelings, i want someone to tell me that everything is going to be okay, i want to just sit in a ball and cry and just feel my tears burn my cheek. My chest hurts, it feels like an empty cave waiting to be filled with love, i try everyday to fill that cave, listen to happy music, live how i want, but at then end of the day i get stuck in a daydream for a little to long so i can remember what it felt like to be loved. I want attention, i want affection, i want long conversations filled with nervous laughter and feel my legs shoot with adrenaline. I want someone to make me feel like they can't live without seeing me everyday. I just want to be held, I lay down in my bed in my own house and I still don't feel at home. Nothing feels like home. Everything is so surface level feeling. Being lusted over bandages that feeling for a while. Some days it hurts more than others but lately it especially hurts. It hurts when I come home to nothing, it hurts to feel like I'm annoying everyone around me with how needy and avoidant I can be. It hurts when I'm lying alone and have no one to share my thoughts with out of sheer embarrassment of someone seeing how lonely I am. 
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noon-for-moon · 7 months
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Before I die, I want to fall in love.
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rottenroseraven · 25 days
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I miss it
sometimes I think it’s fine
that I have no one
it’s enough to have friends and family
who love me
but in times with them
in good times
I find myself longing to tell someone
what a great day I had
I find myself about to go to sleep
in my best friend’s house
wanting to text someone good night so, so bad
wanting to tell them what we did today
wanting to tell them that I love them
I don’t know why
but I always find myself wanting this
when I am here
maybe because I want someone to care
someone to tell that I got there safely
someone to ask me if we had a fun day
and someone to pick me up from the train station
when I come back
without me even having to ask for it
someone who misses me
someone who’s genuinely interested
someone I can kiss afterwards
and tell them excitedly about my weekend
so often, when I was here, I had someone
to say good night to
a crush, a partner, or a friend
but now I just lay here
writing this text, feeling sad
and wondering if I am even worth it
am I worth a good night text?
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greyaugustuspoetry · 1 year
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he’s the loneliest one
lonely,
that’s how I would describe him
as he sits throughout his days
friends?
there are none to speak of
they have all left him
or never existed at all
lovers?
there are none to see
he has pushed them all far
or they have walked away
so now he just sits
all by his lonesome
and wishes for someone
to pull him closer
- Grey Augustus
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inksplashgirl · 9 months
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lonely
Everyone is so far away
Even the friends I made
And ones I already knew
I need someone
To cry my glass tears
To
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suxxocatingsadnes · 4 months
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You know life has been shit when the new year roll’s around and you think to yourself “ Wow, I really made it another year”
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notfavghost · 4 days
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Every day, she conversed with her god, until one fateful day when he swept her away from my grasp, leaving behind a chasm only she could bridge.
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ariasmusings · 5 months
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About Me
In solitude's embrace, a soul unfolds,
Navigating the labyrinth, stories untold.
A seeker of truth in the quiet of night,
Battling shadows, embracing the light.
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Philosophy's child, curious and keen,
A mind like stardust, vast and serene.
Loneliness, a companion turned ally,
In self-reflection, learning to fly.
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In halls of wisdom, a student of life,
Balancing the edges of joy and strife.
With each passing day, a journey unfolds,
A tapestry woven, a story that molds.
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So here's to the dreamer, resilient and true,
In the quiet moments, strength they accrue.
To the heart that beats with courage and art,
A masterpiece forming, a work of the heart.
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lucianjablonsky · 9 days
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Tears
Today, you were so lovely In your decadence, a sight so unwaveringly And when I laid eyes on you, I wept A tear down my cheek, secrets kept Followed by more, a cascading stream, Counting them to fathom the heartache's theme You started tallying, curious to find, How deeply you wounded my troubled mind A beautiful smile graces your face, Yet, I weep harder, a desperate embrace, If shedding tears will bring you delight, If it helps you love me, in the quiet night
~ Moon Tears
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theaddictspoetry · 2 years
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Alone, wherever I go, I feel alone, even in the most crowded room, my mind wanders, looking for a home in everyone I know, clinging onto any hope, any sign,that i'm less alone in this world.
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