1. Obsolete
Hurting
Because no one cares at all.
Crying
Because no one hears me call.
Being or feeling alone is one of the saddest places to be. You can have all the money in the world but if you don't have anyone to share it with, you have nothing. The need for human companionship is universal. In ancient times, people stuck together because they literally needed each other to survive. In today's world, we tend to spread out and live more isolated lifestyles. In some ways this is a luxury. In other ways we had it better when we lived in close proximity. Humans are creatures of community and need each other for companionship.
Hurting
Because no one cares at all.
Crying
Because no one hears me call.
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It’s cold and it’s dark,
In this place that I hide,
I’ve built up these walls,
I let no-one inside.
I appreciate the honesty and transparency of this important poem. It is very meaningful to me.
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My life is falling apart,
Can't get rid of this fragile heart,
Headache from all the tears,
Restless sleep, thinking about fears.
Unseen, unheard, my voiceless cries
I tell you I'm fine through honeyed lies
You smile and nod, just what you wanted to hear
You don't really care, that much is clear
I'm living under a shadow,
No shape, no sound, no time.
A black and white silent film
That haunts a troubled mind.
There will be dark days,
when you feel alone
with your aching heart
but that doesn’t mean
I think that is true to every person's life, and what he or she needs is patience that brings a glorious morning after a gloomy night. I had also once gone through such dark days, which later...
My heart is but an island
Inside this castaway.
Surrounded by the ocean blue,
I hope to sail someday.
As a child, I recall, I used to think the coolest thing to be,
truly nothing could be more fun than invisibility.
I could sneak up on my sisters and scare them if I chose.
I often walk in early morn
engrossed in time's once new.
with thoughts and dreams of things long past,
the carefree days of youth.
To be kissed by moonlight
And caressed by stars,
Draped in darkened blue,
Dancing from Jupiter to Mars.
Lately, I've been in the corner of my room wallowing in tears. Nobody to share my feelings with. Crying all day with the company of my pillow in the darkness. Life has been hard, my life is...
I waited, and you didn't come.
I called, and you didn't answer.
I knocked, but you weren't home.
And I realized that I was alone.
In this life
I once felt hope.
I sometimes still believe in this,
but each moment a little less.
I feel the same way, and I think I understand how you feel. I'm only eleven and have lost my mom to drugs. I went to live with my dad and step-mom. I am not allowed to see my real mother or...
Famous Poem
Lying, thinking
Last night
How to find my soul a home
Where water is not thirsty
I strongly agree with Maya Angelou. Her poem reflects a timely theme. At any age a person might suffer due to loneliness, but worse in the old age. Then one needs physical as well as...
You only see
What you want to see,
Letting other things pass you blindly.
I am girl from a very small town in Uttarakhand. I belong to a middle class family. I belong to a family and a society around with an orthodox thinking about girls. It is somehow okay with...
My smile hides my tears.
My laugh hides my screams.
It's been this way for years.
Things aren't as they seem.
Mike, I've never ever written a reply to anyone here before, but when I read about you, I had to. Don't ever think there's nothing interesting about you. Your story made you who you are...
A lonely star
sits in the sky.
It starts to flicker
and begins to cry.
This is so beautifully written. I love it! I hope all is well by now, and if not, then I'll keep you in my prayers. Remember that God’s son didn't fit in, but he was beautiful and kind, and...
Imagine an endless darkness
where the air is filled with pain,
where there are endless cries of torture,
where good is always in vain.
Analysis of Form and Technique
My pain and misery fall from the sky
So hard I try to ignore it, but it still gets by.
Surrounded with memories of what could have been,
The hatred screams under my skin.
I could relate perfectly to every line and the heart of the author. What astonished me is the fact that when you pour your heart into a poem, you have still not let it out. The circumstances...
Untitled - that's me.
I have a name, but it's never used.
I have a mind, but like the rest of me...it's confused
I walk on a path deep in a forest and the noise of loneliness fills my head.
I think of all my friends and family that are long since dead.
I listen to the wind blow through the trees, on my face I can feel the warm summer breeze.
My friends know me as a person who makes them smile. If I don't say anything, they question me. It sucks. Behind the laughter or smiles I give people, I am never gonna tell them how I feel....