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johntiongchunghoo

06HaikuAlone

loneliness his childhood warms him up loneliness he warms up to his childhood loneliness childhood his heaven loneliness his childhood a repository of warmth meditation my heart on a sea of sublimity so lonely a poem helps fill out the emptiness loneiness the world a graveyard so lonely i cheer up myself writing a poem about loneliness so lonely i write a poem to fill out the emptiness

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DeanaRode

1999Alone

Sit in a chair alone People I thought were friends sit together but away from me. Alone I sit, wishing my friends would sit by me. Alone I get the urge to cry, for friends who don’t speak to strangers. Alone I sit, looking at the clock, seeing friends consider me as nothing. Sit in a chair alone People I thought were friends sit together, but away from me.

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DeanaRode

2006Alone

Tell me why it has to be this way why I must face this life alone Sanctuaries I thought were strong now lay crumbled around my kneeling form tears that fall down my placid skin hidden by the rain that falls from a broken sky Behind blinded eyes I hear the echoes of those I loved in days now past taunting me and haunting me in the frozen air Surrounding and slowly taking away a light forever dimmed As lightning flashes I see the woman I was float away leaving me withered and nothing more than an empty shell as the ones I held dear one by one turn away from me Tell me why it has to be this way why I must face this life alone condemed to walking in the blackness until it finally consumes me and I fade to nothing.

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AugustusMontagueToplady

ADebtorToMercyAlone

A debtor to mercy alone, of covenant mercy I sing; Nor fear, with Thy righteousness on, my person and off’ring to bring. The terrors of law and of God with me can have nothing to do; My Savior’s obedience and blood hide all my transgressions from view. The work which His goodness began, the arm of His strength will complete; His promise is Yea and Amen, and never was forfeited yet. Things future, nor things that are now, nor all things below or above, Can make Him His purpose forgo, or sever my soul from His love. My name from the palms of His hands eternity will not erase; Impressed on His heart it remains, in marks of indelible grace. Yes, I to the end shall endure, as sure as the earnest is giv’n; More happy, but not more secure, the glorified spirits in heav’n.

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WalterKrijthe

AHeartBreaksEasierAlone

A heart breaks easier alone When no one sees you crying When no one notices at all That inside you are dying A heart breaks easier alone When they all think you're crazy That when you crawl back in your bed The whole world thinks you're lazy A heart breaks easier alone And there's no way to mend it To stop the heart from breaking more You simply have to end it A heart breaks easier alone Without a love to heal it And finally the breaking's done When you no longer feel it

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LisaCresswellWilkinson

APantoumAloneOnTheHillside

As she sits alone on the hillside watching the sunrise Silence is golden, movement is absent Upon the grassy fields she sees shadowing darkness The freshness in the air surrounds her intensely Silence is golden, movement is absent Dawn breaks, the skies come alive The freshness in the air surrounds her intensely Birds flutter freely tweetering 'good morning' Dawn breaks, the skies come alive Upon the grassy fields she sees shadowing darkness Birds flutter freely tweetering 'good morning' As she sits alone on the hillside watching the sunrise

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RaviSathasivam

AgainLeftAlone

A year has been passed since I left home Again my life become lonely in the military barracks My life without you, left me with only tears I know that you never want to see me in tears But it's been so hard to be here without you When I am away from you, there is part of me dying and I don't know where to hide my tears Although, the distance has kept us away but your memories keep on speaks to me Always, It tells me that our love is to be loved No one makes me feel the way you do No one loves me so much the way you love me When I am stay at the door of your heart then I feel your inside flames that's burns my soul Oh my love, let God speed my love and bring me again into your arms soon.

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MaryDarbyRobinson

AllAlone

I. Ah! wherefore by the Church-yard side, Poor little LORN ONE, dost thou stray? Thy wavy locks but thinly hide The tears that dim thy blue-eye's ray; And wherefore dost thou sigh, and moan, And weep, that thou art left alone? II. Thou art not left alone, poor boy, The Trav'ller stops to hear thy tale; No heart, so hard, would thee annoy! For tho' thy mother's cheek is pale And withers under yon grave stone, Thou art not, Urchin, left alone. III. I know thee well ! thy yellow hair In silky waves I oft have seen; Thy dimpled face, so fresh and fair, Thy roguish smile, thy playful mien Were all to me, poor Orphan, known, Ere Fate had left thee--all alone! IV. Thy russet coat is scant, and torn, Thy cheek is now grown deathly pale! Thy eyes are dim, thy looks forlorn, And bare thy bosom meets the gale; And oft I hear thee deeply groan, That thou, poor boy, art left alone. V. Thy naked feet are wounded sore With thorns, that cross thy daily road; The winter winds around thee roar, The church-yard is thy bleak abode; Thy pillow now, a cold grave stone-- And there thou lov'st to grieve--alone! VI. The rain has drench'd thee, all night long; The nipping frost thy bosom froze; And still, the yewtree-shades among, I heard thee sigh thy artless woes; I heard thee, till the day-star shone In darkness weep--and weep alone! VII. Oft have I seen thee, little boy, Upon thy lovely mother's knee; For when she liv'd--thou wert her joy, Though now a mourner thou must be! For she lies low, where yon grave-stone Proclaims, that thou art left alone. VIII. Weep, weep no more; on yonder hill The village bells are ringing, gay; The merry reed, and brawling rill Call thee to rustic sports away. Then wherefore weep, and sigh, and moan, A truant from the throng--alone? IX. "I cannot the green hill ascend, "I cannot pace the upland mead; "I cannot in the vale attend, "To hear the merry-sounding reed: "For all is still, beneath yon stone, "Where my poor mother's left alone! X. "I cannot gather gaudy flowers "To dress the scene of revels loud-- "I cannot pass the ev'ning hours "Among the noisy village croud-- "For, all in darkness, and alone "My mother sleeps, beneath yon stone. XI. "See how the stars begin to gleam "The sheep-dog barks, 'tis time to go;-- "The night-fly hums, the moonlight beam "Peeps through the yew-tree's shadowy row-- "It falls upon the white grave-stone, "Where my dear mother sleeps alone.-- XII. "O stay me not, for I must go "The upland path in haste to tread; "For there the pale primroses grow "They grow to dress my mother's bed.-- "They must, ere peep of day, be strown, "Where she lies mould'ring all alone. XIII. "My father o'er the stormy sea "To distant lands was borne away, "And still my mother stay'd with me "And wept by night and toil'd by day. "And shall I ever quit the stone "Where she is, left, to sleep alone. XIV. "My father died; and still I found "My mother fond and kind to me; "I felt her breast with rapture bound "When first I prattled on her knee-- "And then she blest my infant tone "And little thought of yon grave-stone. XV. "No more her gentle voice I hear, "No more her smile of fondness see; "Then wonder not I shed the tear "She would have DIED, to follow me! "And yet she sleeps beneath yon stone "And I STILL LIVE--to weep alone. XVI. "The playful kid, she lov'd so well "From yon high clift was seen to fall; "I heard, afar, his tink'ling bell-- "Which seem'd in vain for aid to call-- "I heard the harmless suff'rer moan, "And grieved that he was left alone. XVII. "Our faithful dog grew mad, and died, "The lightning smote our cottage low-- "We had no resting-place beside "And knew not whither we should go,-- "For we were poor,--and hearts of stone "Will never throb at mis'ry's groan. XVIII. "My mother still surviv'd for me, "She led me to the mountain's brow, "She watch'd me, while at yonder tree "I sat, and wove the ozier bough; "And oft she cried, "fear not, MINE OWN! "Thou shalt not, BOY, be left ALONE." XXI. "The blast blew strong, the torrent rose "And bore our shatter'd cot away; "And, where the clear brook swiftly flows-- "Upon the turf at dawn of day, "When bright the sun's full lustre shone, "I wander'd, FRIENDLESS--and ALONE!" XX. Thou art not, boy, for I have seen Thy tiny footsteps print the dew, And while the morning sky serene Spread o'er the hill a yellow hue, I heard thy sad and plaintive moan, Beside the cold sepulchral stone. XXI. And when the summer noontide hours With scorching rays the landscape spread, I mark'd thee, weaving fragrant flow'rs To deck thy mother's silent bed! Nor, at the church-yard's simple stone, Wert, thou, poor Urchin, left alone. XXII. I follow'd thee, along the dale And up the woodland's shad'wy way: I heard thee tell thy mournful tale As slowly sunk the star of day: Nor, when its twinkling light had flown, Wert thou a wand'rer, all alone. XXIII. "O! yes, I was! and still shall be "A wand'rer, mourning and forlorn; "For what is all the world to me-- "What are the dews and buds of morn? "Since she, who left me sad, alone "In darkness sleeps, beneath yon stone! XXIV. "No brother's tear shall fall for me, "For I no brother ever knew; "No friend shall weep my destiny "For friends are scarce, and tears are few; "None do I see, save on this stone "Where I will stay, and weep alone! XXV. "My Father never will return, "He rests beneath the sea-green wave; "I have no kindred left, to mourn "When I am hid in yonder grave! "Not one ! to dress with flow'rs the stone;-- "Then--surely , I AM LEFT ALONE!"

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sancheirlewis

AllAlone

Sitting all alone in a boxed room looking at the walls locking in on me looking like they are about to fall in and 'BOOM' wondering what my life is going to be. thinking to myself should i take that step out of the door or maybe just sit here and cry for myself 'but what is there to life for' i should just lay here on this cold floor i can't even call for help because i am all by myslef.: (

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DAVIDGERARDINO

AllAloneWithOutHope0

SO many crosses, so little hope, so many puppets, praying for some thing they dont even believe in.where is your devels, where are your saints, where is your GOD, when you fill your body with drink, so many crosses, so little faith, so many puppets, waiting for....what?

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JamesGrengs

AloneAgain

When I'm talking to you, I am never alone. You are there. Your voice, My sanity. Then, you are gone, Leaving me in a terrifying silent darkness. When you are gone, no matter who may be around me, I am alone again. -

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SajuAbraham

AloneAloneAlone

He was writing his sermon. He'd locked his room. He wanted none to break his thoughts. No one would ever disturb him. He was alone, alone, alone. He was fixing his false teeth, behind closed doors. He wanted none to peep in on his secret. No one would want to know if he had teeth. He was alone, alone, alone. He was counting his coins, in the darkness of his shabby hut. He wanted none to know his wealth. No one wanted his meager sum. He was alone, alone, alone. You and I are all like them, locked behind our own doors, not wanting to be pried into. Not knowing how isolated we are. We are just alone, alone, alone.

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hopeless111

AloneAlone

Alone in the dark room No one cares about me so Lonely that i don`t find one to say ' hey ' No one can understand my feelings, my pain No one can satisfy my soul My soul covered with Darkness empty with the precious values full of the nothingness of the world the estrangement forms a pic, a wired pic No one can see, except me so frightened this world trying to escape from the pic no hope to make it a way following me as myself Have one aim is to kill decide to stop running to find away to hide New feeling i got to release For the first time iam ready for the fight But, it`s not important who will win What really matters that ' i tried to prove myself '

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heavymetalInsanity

AloneAndCold

Im nothing without you Im dead inside I cant move on I know cuz I've tried You threw me out the door Im a lost soul forever moor These are my tears My tears of pain with out you my world is constant rain Love is a lie theres nosuch thing all it is is a firey black ring You have lied to me but worse you've played with my heart You tried explain just please dont even start You said you loved me you said you cared how could you dismiss everything we shared So the damage is done and all you did was run I will never love anyone but you That day rain came and the wind just blew When I saw you my heart was sold but now I sit all alone and cold.

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ArthurRimbaud

Romance

When you are seventeen you aren't really serious. - One fine evening, you've had enough of beer and lemonade, And the rowdy cafes with their dazzling lights! - You go walking beneath the green lime trees of the promenade. The lime trees smell good on fine evenings in June! The air is so soft sometimes, you close your eyelids; The wind, full of sounds, - the town's not far away - Carries odours of vines, and odours of beer... II - Then you see a very tiny rag Of dark blue, framed by a small branch, Pierced by an unlucky star which is melting away With soft little shivers, small, perfectly white... June night! Seventeen! - You let yourself get drunk. The sap is champagne and goes straight to your head... You are wandering; you feel a kiss on your lips Which quivers there like something small and alive... III Your mad heart goes Crusoeing through all the romances, - When, under the light of a pale street lamp, Passes a young girl with charming little airs, In the shadow of her father's terrifying stiff collar... And because you strike her as absurdly naif, As she trots along in her little ankle boots, She turns, wide awake, with a brisk movement... And then cavatinas die on your lips... IV You're in love. Taken until the month of August. You're in love - Your sonnets make Her laugh. All your friends disappear, you are not quite the thing. - Then your adored one, one evening, condescends to write to you...! That evening,... - you go back again to the dazzling cafes, You ask for beer or for lemonade... - You are not really serious when you are seventeen And there are green lime trees on the promenade... Original French Roman I On n'est pas sérieux, quand on a dix-sept ans. - Un beau soir, foin des bocks et de la limonade, Des cafés tapageurs aux lustres éclatants ! - On va sous les tilleuls verts de la promenade. Les tilleuls sentent bon dans les bons soirs de juin ! L'air est parfois si doux, qu'on ferme la paupière ; Le vent chargé de bruits - la ville n'est pas loin - A des parfums de vigne et des parfums de bière.... II -Voilà qu'on aperçoit un tout petit chiffon D'azur sombre, encadré d'une petite branche, Piqué d'une mauvaise étoile, qui se fond Avec de doux frissons, petite et toute blanche... Nuit de juin ! Dix-sept ans ! - On se laisse griser. La sève est du champagne et vous monte à la tête... On divague ; on se sent aux lèvres un baiser Qui palpite là, comme une petite bête.... III Le coeur fou Robinsonne à travers les romans, Lorsque, dans la clarté d'un pâle réverbère, Passe une demoiselle aux petits airs charmants, Sous l'ombre du faux col effrayant de son père... Et, comme elle vous trouve immensément naïf, Tout en faisant trotter ses petites bottines, Elle se tourne, alerte et d'un mouvement vif.... - Sur vos lèvres alors meurent les cavatines... IV Vous êtes amoureux. Loué jusqu'au mois d'août. Vous êtes amoureux. - Vos sonnets La font rire. Tous vos amis s'en vont, vous êtes mauvais goût. - Puis l'adorée, un soir, a daigné vous écrire...! - Ce soir-là,... - vous rentrez aux cafés éclatants, Vous demandez des bocks ou de la limonade.. - On n'est pas sérieux, quand on a dix-sept ans Et qu'on a des tilleuls verts sur la promenade.

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LiPo

AloneAndDrinkingUnderTheMoon

Amongst the flowers I am alone with my pot of wine drinking by myself; then lifting my cup I asked the moon to drink with me, its reflection and mine in the wine cup, just the three of us; then I sigh for the moon cannot drink, and my shadow goes emptily along with me never saying a word; with no other friends here, I can but use these two for company; in the time of happiness, I too must be happy with all around me; I sit and sing and it is as if the moon accompanies me; then if I dance, it is my shadow that dances along with me; while still not drunk, I am glad to make the moon and my shadow into friends, but then when I have drunk too much, we all part; yet these are friends I can always count on these who have no emotion whatsoever; I hope that one day we three will meet again, deep in the Milky Way.

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Bj├╕rnstjerneBj├╕rnson

AloneAndRepentant

A friend I possess, whose whispers just said, "God's peace!" to my night-watching mind. When daylight is gone and darkness brings dread, He ever the way can find. He utters no word to smite and to score; He, too, has known sin and its grief. He heals with his look the place that is sore, And stays till I have relief. He takes for his own the deed that is such That sorrows of heart increase. He cleanses the wound with so gentle a touch, The pain must give way to peace. He followed each hope the heights that would scale Reproached not a hapless descent. He stands here just now, so mild, but so pale; -- In time he shall know what it meant.

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EmilyDickinson

AloneICannotBe

298 Alone, I cannot be— For Hosts—do visit me— Recordless Company— Who baffle Key— They have no Robes, nor Names— No Almanacs—nor Climes— But general Homes Like Gnomes— Their Coming, may be known By Couriers within— Their going—is not— For they've never gone—

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MohammedAlBalushi

AloneIamAloneInAloneIsland

Alone iam alone in alone island Alone mew on alone palm tree in alone island Alone shark surrounding alone island Alone boat far away from alone island Alone iam dying alone in alone island Alone iam alone in alone island

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LesaMRK

AloneInACastlePartOne

Once there stood a castle, With towers so tall of stone, So strong and white Glowing like ivory bone In the castle lived a princess So lovely and so kind Many times she dreamt of him The prince she'd someday find When the time finally came And they stood side by side Her heart sang with beautiful feelings That time could not abide They spent all their time together Until summer came to an end He then kissed her and departed Disappearing into the wind At nights she stood and waited But never once did he return Her head was bent with sorrow Her eyes swollen from tears For she knew he would not return tomorrow And she would be alone for all her years She thought she had given him her heart For what they shared was special and true But when sorrow came he left her For he knew nothing else to do The princess had nothing left to hang onto No tiny thread of hope She had no one left to turn to And no one to help her cope She went to the places they had been Yet it was not the same without him The flowers no longer cheered her And the bright sun had become dim He hadn't meant to hurt her But the princess was lost in her own woe All she felt was betrayal In knowing he had to go But with time she came to realize He did what he had to do Although her pain was horrible He felt that pain, too. The two had shared so much They had given all they had And knowing it was truly over Oh, how it made the princess sad She hadn't thought she would truly lose him No matter how bad it may have been They were more than in love He had been her one and only friend One night she found a message Scrawled on the castle wall. It said only, 'I love you, ' And the princess's tears began to fall. She knew she'd always miss him; He'd remain forever in her heart, And even if they weren't together, They'd never truly be apart....

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UriahHamilton

AloneInAnnArbor

I walked alone In Ann Arbor last night, But you were With me again on South Main Among the college kids, The restaurants and book stores, Everyone moving around, The folk music Coming from the Ark; Sweet Lady, you’ve won my heart, Even though we continue to linger So painfully apart.

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ThomasMoore

AloneInCrowdsToWanderOn

Alone in crowds to wander on, And feel that all the charm is gone Which voices dear and eyes beloved Shed round us once, where'er we roved -- This, this the doom must be Of all who've loved, and loved to see The few bright things they thought would stay For ever near them, die away. Though fairer forms around us throng, Their smiles to others all belong, And want that charm which dwells alone Round those the fond heart calls its own, Where, where the sunny brow? The long-known voice -- where are they now? Thus ask I still, nor ask in vain, The silence answers all too plain. Oh, what is Fancy's magic worth, If all her art cannot call forth One bliss like those we felt of old From lips now mute, and eyes now cold? No, no -- her spell in vain -- As soon could she bring back again Those eyes themselves from out the grave, As wake again one bliss they gave.

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RasheedAlqahas

AloneInHospital

the clouds cover my heart, I am alone in hospital, nurses coming and out, I feel I am alone. Even nurses here and there, I am out of the world, sad and pain hit my face, how bad to be alone. The doctor whispered to me, be brave, don, t afraid, tomorrow will be better, be strong as a stone. My mind had been ruined, i can, t thinking at all, the sky seems hazy, how sad to be alone. ........ Seconds seem ages; the day a thousand year, the fear inside my body, told me, you are alone. Suddenly I saw a shade, could that be my wife? Could sons come to see, how sad I am alone. The shade became too close, O, God they are my sons, my love is coming with them, how bad I was alone. By love they covered my sky, by love returned my soul, their love grant me the strength, in front of being alone. Tomorrow will repair my heart, tomorrow is a biggest day, even if I died that day. By love I am not alone.

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hazemaljaber

AloneInMyDarknees

alone in my darknees i was alone... alone i live in my darkness.. no one share me.. no one considerated my feelings.. i was a human without sense... without loving.... and i was without heart.... i wasn`t saw in my darknees, only myself.. and my blackest dark.. suddenly.. a light came to me from a far way.. yes, its come and be near and close to me.. its come and its lights my darkness.. its let me to see around me.. its knowing me who was near me... then i became not alone i am with others.. became a human shared in feelings with others.. i became a human with a feelings.. with a loving.... and i was with a heart.... suddenly agian, a lights wants to go... after its lights my darkness.. and after its make my heart a white.. no, no, don`t let my heart become agian blackest.. and don`t let me be agian alone... plz don`t do.....

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DeborahAger

Alone

Over the fence, the dead settle in for a journey. Nine o'clock. You are alone for the first time today. Boys asleep. Husband out. A beer bottle sweats in your hand, and sea lavender clogs the air with perfume. Think of yourself. Your arms rest with nothing to do after weeks spent attending to others. Your thoughts turn to whether butter will last the week, how much longer the car can run on its partial tank of gas.

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MathewLewis

AloneInMyForestOneDay

I was walking alone in my forest one day, Sleeping awake I went on my way, And as I lookeed up the sun caught my face, And my tears fell down in ribbons of lace. The trees were entwined in the sky locked above, In an extraordinary symbol of beautiful love, And I walked all alone in my little wood, And everything seemed just like it should, Shafts of light stabbed all around, Extending their arms straight to the ground, Serene and peaceful the air hung in cloud, Enveloping me in a wonderfull shrowd. And all of this lay before me at hand, Unfortunately though, no matter how grand It all was a dream, it all was a fake, Something I could never see awake. I was walking alone in my forest one day, Sleeping awake I went on my way, And as I lookeed up the sun caught my face, And my tears fell down in ribbons of lace.

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VachelLindsay

AloneInTheWindOnThePrairie

I know a seraph who has golden eyes, And hair of gold, and body like the snow. Here in the wind I dream her unbound hair Is blowing round me, that desire's sweet glow Has touched her pale keen face, and willful mien. And though she steps as one in manner born To tread the forests of fair Paradise, Dark memory's wood she chooses to adorn. Here with bowed head, bashful with half-desire She glides into my yesterday's deep dream, All glowing by the misty ferny cliff Beside the far forbidden thundering stream. Within my dream I shake with the old flood. I fear its going, ere the spring days go. Yet pray the glory may have deathless years, And kiss her hair, and sweet throat like the snow.

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StevieSmith

AloneInTheWoods

Alone in the woods I felt The bitter hostility of the sky and the trees Nature has taught her creatures to hate Man that fusses and fumes Unquiet man As the sap rises in the trees As the sap paints the trees a violent green So rises the wrath of Nature's creatures At man So paints the face of Nature a violent green. Nature is sick at man Sick at his fuss and fume Sick at his agonies Sick at his gaudy mind That drives his body Ever more quickly More and more In the wrong direction.

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DislocatedHeart

AloneInThisWorldAlone

perhaps im done. with this world, with this moment of my life. my story is undone. twisted and not fun. mixed up in lies and crys. you shall never see the real me inside. i shall protect myself from any harm to be done. no more, for i shall stand and be the only one. ill start building my walls, no gaps, no holes no nothing. just me and these walls, i will close myself off from the world. its for the best i shall say. its for the best. babe, just know i love you so. i just gotta let you go. i guess, our time is not now. maybe im just foolish and shouldn't have let you out babe, you amazing. lord, help her find true love, for i cant give that to her. my lord, help her have strength and guide her to a good place. lord, help all those lost souls, for they need more help then i. i will survive. with these walls i will. i just need to be alone.

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SydneyDaniels

AloneInYourArms

Common interests brought us together, Conversations on which we could agree. There has never been enough trust to discuss Issues in which we'd disagree. Our hearts don't have the magic connection That allow our brains to share the same waves. Cupid has not struck us with his arrows, To each other's soul we are not slaves. We occupy the same space, living in orbit. Our eyes meet across silence the size of an ocean, And while our intentions are in the right place, Fear is the source of our eternal devotion. You don't know how much I need you. I don't know why I expect you to read my mind. It is amazingly easy to feel alone in your arms; The mystery is why romance is so hard to find.

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SidiJMahtrow

AloneLateAtNight

'So round, so firm So fully packed, So free and easy. (Well maybe not.) The product regulated by both The Food and Drug Administration And the Department of Agriculture, Is sold to anyone who can ante up the buck or so, And it's addictive, just ask someone who knows. The flip top package invites you in And from there on, you're on your own. Appearances are everything and Madison Avenue has gone out of its way To entice the unsuspecting to buy not One but two or more. Then there's the matter of the food companies Actually being in this business, Peddling taste, while ignoring Additives that may get you in the end. For those who are discerning, The manufacturer offers different varieties. So that if you tire of one, Or perhaps are just adventuresome You can choose. Once hooked, there should always be a stash Hidden somewhere for that moment when the pangs Strike and shops are closed, and a long night Awaits before the morn. The parent company is one perhaps you recognize, Kraft, Conagra, Tyson's, Smuckers, No, not any of these but still A name familiar in most households. So in the privacy of your home, Reach way back, behind all the other items And choose that which for the moment Promises to sate your lust. Best to keep it to yourself As some may make fun of you for Being so entrapped in a web From which there is no escape. Your offer to share Will go unappreciated and You may suffer rejection For simply trying to do a good deed, Spreading the word, Making the product more acceptable To those that scorn something That has been a pacifier For generations. But first let's consider the shortcomings That which is so long and cool Is spiced with flavorings and of course Like all tobacco products has a fair amount of sugar Either there originally or added for quality assurance. Quality Assurance, Sure! Pop the top and admire the way in which Industry has met the challenge of putting the most Of those buggers into an orderly display. No space wasted here. And the march of color across the tops Of those you lust for, Is enough to cause one to consider dumping The whole of them on the counter so you can Have your way with them. But wait, Place you nose up close Close your eyes. What aroma stirs the emotions? Breath deeply And exhale slowly This is how it should be. Ah! ! ! Now greedily take one and Roll it between the thumb and forefinger. Examine it carefully, Caress it with you lips, Let the tongue explore. Aren't you glad you're alone No one should share the Ecstacy of the unknown. The touch and the taste. It's too late, Emotions take control The first is gone and You are already reaching for another. Before you know, The pack is empty And yet you are not satisfied, What to do but open another, Can of Hormel Vienna Sausages.

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LiPo

AloneLookingAtTheMountain

All the birds have flown up and gone; A lonely cloud floats leisurely by. We never tire of looking at each other - Only the mountain and I.

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DuFu

AloneLookingForBlossomsAlongTheRiver

The sorrow of riverside blossoms inexplicable, And nowhere to complain -- I've gone half crazy. I look up our southern neighbor. But my friend in wine Gone ten days drinking. I find only an empty bed. A thick frenzy of blossoms shrouding the riverside, I stroll, listing dangerously, in full fear of spring. Poems, wine -- even this profusely driven, I endure. Arrangements for this old, white-haired man can wait. A deep river, two or three houses in bamboo quiet, And such goings on: red blossoms glaring with white! Among spring's vociferous glories, I too have my place: With a lovely wine, bidding life's affairs bon voyage. Looking east to Shao, its smoke filled with blossoms, I admire that stately Po-hua wineshop even more. To empty golden wine cups, calling such beautiful Dancing girls to embroidered mats -- who could bear it? East of the river, before Abbot Huang's grave, Spring is a frail splendor among gentle breezes. In this crush of peach blossoms opening ownerless, Shall I treasure light reds, or treasure them dark? At Madame Huang's house, blossoms fill the paths: Thousands, tens of thousands haul the branches down. And butterflies linger playfully -- an unbroken Dance floating to songs orioles sing at their ease. I don't so love blossoms I want to die. I'm afraid, Once they are gone, of old age still more impetuous. And they scatter gladly, by the branchful. Let's talk Things over, little buds ---open delicately, sparingly.

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RichardWlodarski

AloneNotAlone

Alone...at birth Alone...at death Not alone...in the afterlife

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hazemaljaber

AloneOnABeach

oh, , sadness... your circle killing me.. and your memories waves flooded me.. my life is a sky without lights.. where is your yelling o happiness..? ? ? and in which wilderness, can i found you..? ? ? i am a star without sense... i am a candy without taste.. and here alone in that beach....

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Allenika

AloneOnSea

Alone i lay on a wooden raft Alone i stay in the dark Alone i pray to survive Alone i may not survive Alone i look out the sea Alone i wake up on the sea Alone i seek out for help Alone i may not survive Alone i eat my dry food Alone i drink the salty water Alone i sit in the cold Alone i may not survive Alone, yes, alone i stare at the storm Alone, yes, alone i live on the sea Alone, yes, alone i wait for the rescue boat Alone, yes, alone i may not survive Alone, yes, alone i pray to be safe Alone, yes, alone i call out for help Alone, yes, alone i get on the boat Alone, yes, alone i was rescued Alone, yes, alone i lived on sea for months Alone, yes, alone i walk ashore unaided Alone, yes, alone i continue to hold the Guinness World Record for survival at sea

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AmbroseBierce

Alone

In contact, lo! the flint and steel, By sharp and flame, the thought reveal That he the metal, she the stone, Had cherished secretly alone.

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AngelaRMFerrer

Alone

Alone I drift away, Alone I walk a thousand miles, Alone I fall asleep, Alone I stare at the sky, Alone I sit under a tree, Alone I cry. Alone I dream of you, Alone I hope and pray, to God who is oh so merciful and powerful to let me find my way. Alone I drift away, Alone I live today, and alone I'll die someday.

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DanBrown

Alone

My friends. Where are you? I want you. I need you. I want to say Something. When you ask what’s wrong, I say Nothing. When you turn away, I whisper Everything.

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DonnaNimmo

Alone

Surrounded by people But so all alone Feeling so lonely No place to call home Does he love me When he is so cold Do I have purpose Shall I let this go on I have no purpose I am totally numb To think he loved me I was totally dumb Love doesn't exist In this house anyway Home is where the heart is And I have none!

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EdgarAllanPoe

Alone

From childhood's hour I have not been As others were; I have not seen As others saw; I could not bring My passions from a common spring. From the same source I have not taken My sorrow; I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone; And all I loved, I loved alone. Then- in my childhood, in the dawn Of a most stormy life- was drawn From every depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still: From the torrent, or the fountain, From the red cliff of the mountain, From the sun that round me rolled In its autumn tint of gold, From the lightning in the sky As it passed me flying by, From the thunder and the storm, And the cloud that took the form (When the rest of Heaven was blue) Of a demon in my view.

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JamesJoyce

Alone

The noon's greygolden meshes make All night a veil, The shorelamps in the sleeping lake Laburnum tendrils trail. The sly reeds whisper to the night A name-- her name- And all my soul is a delight, A swoon of shame.

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LesaMRK

Alone

The day Caleb died I was all alone Lying in a hospital bed So white and cold Bleeding Though I was all alone The day Caleb died I was all alone Praying for someone to come Watching the door Hoping and praying But I was all alone The day Caleb died I was all alone I almost died too Yet no one was around And there was no one to hold For I was all alone The day Caleb died I was all alone I prayed for God to take me, too But I didn't go I prayed for someone to hold But I was all alone

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MariannGentile

Alone

Day by day, I wake alone, in a cold and empty bed, Day by day, thoughts of you, keep running through my head. I wake and wish this day would be the one I see your smile I sit and wait to see your face, I'm living in denial. Because I know that there's no way that I'll see you today, And as the sun begins to set, my hopes will slip away. As darkness covers this cruel world, my heart grows darker too, And I will whisper to the night how much I long for you. The stars begin to twinkle, lighting up the sky above, But the only light I long to see is the light of your love. I pray tomorrow is that day that I'm holding you tight, As in my cold and empty bed, I stare alone into the night.

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MayaAngelou

Alone

Lying, thinking Last night How to find my soul a home Where water is not thirsty And bread loaf is not stone I came up with one thing And I don't believe I'm wrong That nobody, But nobody Can make it out here alone. Alone, all alone Nobody, but nobody Can make it out here alone. There are some millionaires With money they can't use Their wives run round like banshees Their children sing the blues They've got expensive doctors To cure their hearts of stone. But nobody No, nobody Can make it out here alone. Alone, all alone Nobody, but nobody Can make it out here alone. Now if you listen closely I'll tell you what I know Storm clouds are gathering The wind is gonna blow The race of man is suffering And I can hear the moan, 'Cause nobody, But nobody Can make it out here alone. Alone, all alone Nobody, but nobody Can make it out here alone.

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Moonbeam

Alone

What is the difference in being all alone over here by my self Or all alone over there with people who don’t care And could careless if I was there with them Watching Waiting Not being spoken too Waiting for the right moment to speak Sneak a peak of what its like on the inside I am all alone where ever I go Whether I am alone in a room full of people Or an empty field all by my self I feel the feeling of wanting Need and striving to be with you With someone Anyone at all But I can’t I am all ways alone In the cold On my own Whether it be in a crowed room Or in a field all of my own I am all alone What is the true difference between being alone on my own Or with people who don’t care It doesn’t matter anyways Why make a false invite and Try to be polite When you just turn me away I am alone whether it be in a room crowded with people Or alone in an empty field With no one around to hear me scream and bleed and cry What really is the difference between Being alone with a crowd of people who don’t care And being all alone over there. Alone on a bench to cry

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PatrickHarris

Alone

All alone, no one here Not even a soul is 5ft near A 4 player game being played by one And it is actually kinda fun 'I pick up my life and take it on a one way ticket Wherever I go it's my path so I'll pick it' Sitting here alone, by the windowsill But the air is bored, it must be filled One comes in, then comes three They have all come to join me But I was happy didn't own a bored bone I was happy when I was alone

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SaraTeasdale

Alone

I am alone, in spite of love, In spite of all I take and give— In spite of all your tenderness, Sometimes I am not glad to live. I am alone, as though I stood On the highest peak of the tired gray world, About me only swirling snow, Above me, endless space unfurled; With earth hidden and heaven hidden, And only my own spirit's pride To keep me from the peace of those Who are not lonely, having died.

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SiegfriedSassoon

Alone

I’ve listened: and all the sounds I heard Were music,—wind, and stream, and bird. With youth who sang from hill to hill I’ve listened: my heart is hungry still. I’ve looked: the morning world was green; Bright roofs and towers of town I’ve seen; And stars, wheeling through wingless night. I’ve looked: and my soul yet longs for light. I’ve thought: but in my sense survives Only the impulse of those lives That were my making. Hear me say ‘I’ve thought!’—and darkness hides my day.

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WalterdelaMare

Alone

The abode of the nightingale is bare, Flowered frost congeals in the gelid air, The fox howls from his frozen lair: Alas, my loved one is gone, I am alone: It is winter. Once the pink cast a winy smell, The wild bee hung in the hyacinth bell, Light in effulgence of beauty fell: I am alone: It is winter. My candle a silent fire doth shed, Starry Orion hunts o'erhead; Come moth, come shadow, the world is dead: Alas, my loved one is gone, I am alone; It is winter.

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YvorWinters

Alone

I, one who never speaks, Listened days in summer trees, Each day a rustling leaf. Then, in time, my unbelief Grew like my running - My own eyes did not exist, When I struck I never missed. Noon, felt and far away - My brain is a thousand bees.

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RobertRorabeck

EveryoneSitsAlone

Life is the cage We are all born into The zoo Drives down the long Snake in the rain, Everyone sits alone In the park In the car In the theatre Everyone sits alone And looks through bars Of their flesh and bone No eager hand can grasp out of this No willing hand has the Reach, We touch our flesh To the flesh of our cages, We lay down chained And little birds sing Beside others miles away And barking We touch steering wheels As the lights cross our eyes We learn to believe The birth of shadows We drive, a line of slaves, Down the road Everyone sits alone.

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macaulayakinbami

Alone

Alone in the world of writs I stand alone To mockery because my shoes are worn, My suit torn. Alone, Because I refused to invest my time In vanity of men’s wealth The relentless treadmill of materialism. The infinity of human thoughts are vital to me While friends and colleagues Constant in the mad rush for avarice Alone, When I speak against societal ills Paid writers mock at me And call me ‘fool’! My mind, preaching constant messages of irrelevances Because I will die a writer. No money, No friends, No foe. Alone, When intelligent comrades backslide into a reverse and praising of societal tyranny. Alone, When vanity of fame and temporal gain Reduce men of honour To a loose dissolved state of lies. Alone, When the courage for truth Falls to a beggarly withdrawal for fear Alone, When mass comrades reduce intelligence To cheap Trade by Bata. Alone, When moneybags employ friends In the service of sly. Alone, When kings and kingdom Turn greater minds to lesser scribe. Alone, When hunger, pain, loneliness Stare in the face For uncommon stance. Alone, Let lies increase Vanity multiply Comrades compromise Hunger kill Clothes burnt Impoverished me be With no friends No follower And in the grave Just like I came, Alone, Alone.

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mikeeystagg

Alone

alone yes I am alone i will be give it time you will see i drink alone i sleep alone i walk alone too when you give up on me i know what to do i slice and I dice i cut me to shreds alone i tell i am alone i am

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Ruthwarren

AloneSoAlone

I hang my head in my burning palms, tears sting against my soul, searching for the calm. Heartaches like never before, broken, so lonely and torn. Never to see the light, no tunnel to be seen, sitting here alone, within my silent screams. No hand to reach for, no one to hold me close, I have never felt so alone. No one to pull me to safety, no one to turn to, just broken hearted, searching for life anew. No embrace, just tears that fall down my face. No guarantees on life or love, nothing but dark clouds linger above. The world tightens her grip with every breath I take, making the next step impossible to take. Alone in a world, the void is here, taking over my being, taking my life, but in this void I lose the strife. Haunting thoughts consume me, just looking through these tears, just wanting to be free.

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CharlesBukowski

AloneWithEverybody

the flesh covers the bone and they put a mind in there and sometimes a soul, and the women break vases against the walls and the men drink too much and nobody finds the one but keep looking crawling in and out of beds. flesh covers the bone and the flesh searches for more than flesh. there's no chance at all: we are all trapped by a singular fate. nobody ever finds the one. the city dumps fill the junkyards fill the madhouses fill the hospitals fill the graveyards fill nothing else fills. Anonymous submission.

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AJMcKinley

AndIWasAlone

And I was alone with my thoughts. Memories swirl in a unison of faith. Change has been inevitably declined. Passion bleeds from walls glittered gold. And I was alone with my thoughts. Recipe for destruction gilded on the page. A gift purely given like forgotten trash. Forever has no distinction beyond now. And I was alone with my thoughts. Authority is a prodigy of laziness. Wealth measured by free-flowing barriers. Sensuality is a brand no longer tangible. And I was alone with my thoughts. Swinging on a broken rope of promise. The puddle is full of cracks. Feminine impression embedded on the seat. And I was alone with my thoughts. Glistening prisms of a generation forgotten. Barriers instilled on a broken mirror. Reflections stagnant with happenstance. And I was alone. Copyright 2006 A.J. McKinley

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WaltWhitman

AsISatAloneByBlueOntariosShores

AS I sat alone, by blue Ontario's shore, As I mused of these mighty days, and of peace return'd, and the dead that return no more, A Phantom, gigantic, superb, with stern visage, accosted me; Chant me the poem, it said, that comes from the soul of America-- chant me the carol of victory; And strike up the marches of Libertad--marches more powerful yet; And sing me before you go, the song of the throes of Democracy. (Democracy--the destin'd conqueror--yet treacherous lip-smiles everywhere, And Death and infidelity at every step.) A Nation announcing itself, I myself make the only growth by which I can be appreciated, 10 I reject none, accept all, then reproduce all in my own forms. A breed whose proof is in time and deeds; What we are, we are--nativity is answer enough to objections; We wield ourselves as a weapon is wielded, We are powerful and tremendous in ourselves, We are executive in ourselves--We are sufficient in the variety of ourselves, We are the most beautiful to ourselves, and in ourselves; We stand self-pois'd in the middle, branching thence over the world; From Missouri, Nebraska, or Kansas, laughing attacks to scorn. Nothing is sinful to us outside of ourselves, 20 Whatever appears, whatever does not appear, we are beautiful or sinful in ourselves only. (O mother! O sisters dear! If we are lost, no victor else has destroy'd us; It is by ourselves we go down to eternal night.) Have you thought there could be but a single Supreme? There can be any number of Supremes--One does not countervail another, any more than one eyesight countervails another, or one life countervails another. All is eligible to all, All is for individuals--All is for you, No condition is prohibited--not God's, or any. All comes by the body--only health puts you rapport with the universe. 30 Produce great persons, the rest follows. America isolated I sing; I say that works made here in the spirit of other lands, are so much poison in The States. (How dare such insects as we see assume to write poems for America? For our victorious armies, and the offspring following the armies?) Piety and conformity to them that like! Peace, obesity, allegiance, to them that like! I am he who tauntingly compels men, women, nations, Crying, Leap from your seats, and contend for your lives! I am he who walks the States with a barb'd tongue, questioning every one I meet; 40 Who are you, that wanted only to be told what you knew before? Who are you, that wanted only a book to join you in your nonsense? (With pangs and cries, as thine own, O bearer of many children! These clamors wild, to a race of pride I give.) O lands! would you be freer than all that has ever been before? If you would be freer than all that has been before, come listen to me. Fear grace--Fear elegance, civilization, delicatesse, Fear the mellow sweet, the sucking of honey-juice; Beware the advancing mortal ripening of nature, Beware what precedes the decay of the ruggedness of states and men. 50 Ages, precedents, have long been accumulating undirected materials, America brings builders, and brings its own styles. The immortal poets of Asia and Europe have done their work, and pass'd to other spheres, A work remains, the work of surpassing all they have done. America, curious toward foreign characters, stands by its own at all hazards, Stands removed, spacious, composite, sound--initiates the true use of precedents, Does not repel them, or the past, or what they have produced under their forms, Takes the lesson with calmness, perceives the corpse slowly borne from the house, Perceives that it waits a little while in the door--that it was fittest for its days, That its life has descended to the stalwart and well-shaped heir who approaches, 60 And that he shall be fittest for his days. Any period, one nation must lead, One land must be the promise and reliance of the future. These States are the amplest poem, Here is not merely a nation, but a teeming nation of nations, Here the doings of men correspond with the broadcast doings of the day and night, Here is what moves in magnificent masses, careless of particulars, Here are the roughs, beards, friendliness, combativeness, the Soul loves, Here the flowing trains--here the crowds, equality, diversity, the Soul loves. Land of lands, and bards to corroborate! 70 Of them, standing among them, one lifts to the light his west-bred face, To him the hereditary countenance bequeath'd, both mother's and father's, His first parts substances, earth, water, animals, trees, Built of the common stock, having room for far and near, Used to dispense with other lands, incarnating this land, Attracting it Body and Soul to himself, hanging on its neck with incomparable love, Plunging his seminal muscle into its merits and demerits, Making its cities, beginnings, events, diversities, wars, vocal in him, Making its rivers, lakes, bays, embouchure in him, Mississippi with yearly freshets and changing chutes--Columbia, Niagara, Hudson, spending themselves lovingly in him, 80 If the Atlantic coast stretch, or the Pacific coast stretch, he stretching with them north or south, Spanning between them, east and west, and touching whatever is between them, Growths growing from him to offset the growth of pine, cedar, hemlock, live-oak, locust, chestnut, hickory, cottonwood, orange, magnolia, Tangles as tangled in him as any cane-brake or swamp, He likening sides and peaks of mountains, forests coated with northern transparent ice, Off him pasturage, sweet and natural as savanna, upland, prairie, Through him flights, whirls, screams, answering those of the fish- hawk, mocking-bird, night-heron, and eagle; His spirit surrounding his country's spirit, unclosed to good and evil, Surrounding the essences of real things, old times and present times, Surrounding just found shores, islands, tribes of red aborigines, 90 Weather-beaten vessels, landings, settlements, embryo stature and muscle, The haughty defiance of the Year 1--war, peace, the formation of the Constitution, The separate States, the simple, elastic scheme, the immigrants, The Union, always swarming with blatherers, and always sure and impregnable, The unsurvey'd interior, log-houses, clearings, wild animals, hunters, trappers; Surrounding the multiform agriculture, mines, temperature, the gestation of new States, Congress convening every Twelfth-month, the members duly coming up from the uttermost parts; Surrounding the noble character of mechanics and farmers, especially the young men, Responding their manners, speech, dress, friendships--the gait they have of persons who never knew how it felt to stand in the presence of superiors, The freshness and candor of their physiognomy, the copiousness and decision of their phrenology, 100 The picturesque looseness of their carriage, their fierceness when wrong'd, The fluency of their speech, their delight in music, their curiosity, good temper, and open-handedness--the whole composite make, The prevailing ardor and enterprise, the large amativeness, The perfect equality of the female with the male, the fluid movement of the population, The superior marine, free commerce, fisheries, whaling, gold-digging, Wharf-hemm'd cities, railroad and steamboat lines, intersecting all points, Factories, mercantile life, labor-saving machinery, the north-east, north-west, south-west, Manhattan firemen, the Yankee swap, southern plantation life, Slavery--the murderous, treacherous conspiracy to raise it upon the ruins of all the rest; On and on to the grapple with it--Assassin! then your life or ours be the stake--and respite no more. 110 (Lo! high toward heaven, this day, Libertad! from the conqueress' field return'd, I mark the new aureola around your head; No more of soft astral, but dazzling and fierce, With war's flames, and the lambent lightnings playing, And your port immovable where you stand; With still the inextinguishable glance, and the clench'd and lifted fist, And your foot on the neck of the menacing one, the scorner, utterly crush'd beneath you; The menacing, arrogant one, that strode and advanced with his senseless scorn, bearing the murderous knife; --Lo! the wide swelling one, the braggart, that would yesterday do so much! 120 To-day a carrion dead and damn'd, the despised of all the earth! An offal rank, to the dunghill maggots spurn'd.) Others take finish, but the Republic is ever constructive, and ever keeps vista; Others adorn the past--but you, O days of the present, I adorn you! O days of the future, I believe in you! I isolate myself for your sake; O America, because you build for mankind, I build for you! O well-beloved stone-cutters! I lead them who plan with decision and science, I lead the present with friendly hand toward the future. Bravas to all impulses sending sane children to the next age! But damn that which spends itself, with no thought of the stain, pains, dismay, feebleness it is bequeathing. 130 I listened to the Phantom by Ontario's shore, I heard the voice arising, demanding bards; By them, all native and grand--by them alone can The States be fused into the compact organism of a Nation. To hold men together by paper and seal, or by compulsion, is no account; That only holds men together which aggregates all in a living principle, as the hold of the limbs of the body, or the fibres of plants. Of all races and eras, These States, with veins full of poetical stuff, most need poets, and are to have the greatest, and use them the greatest; Their Presidents shall not be their common referee so much as their poets shall. (Soul of love, and tongue of fire! Eye to pierce the deepest deeps, and sweep the world! --Ah, mother! prolific and full in all besides--yet how long barren, barren?) 140 Of These States, the poet is the equable man, Not in him, but off from him, things are grotesque, eccentric, fail of their full returns, Nothing out of its place is good, nothing in its place is bad, He bestows on every object or quality its fit proportion, neither more nor less, He is the arbiter of the diverse, he is the key, He is the equalizer of his age and land, He supplies what wants supplying--he checks what wants checking, In peace, out of him speaks the spirit of peace, large, rich, thrifty, building populous towns, encouraging agriculture, arts, commerce, lighting the study of man, the Soul, health, immortality, government; In war, he is the best backer of the war--he fetches artillery as good as the engineer's--he can make every word he speaks draw blood; The years straying toward infidelity, he withholds by his steady faith, 150 He is no argurer, he is judgment--(Nature accepts him absolutely;) He judges not as the judge judges, but as the sun falling round a helpless thing; As he sees the farthest, he has the most faith, His thoughts are the hymns of the praise of things, In the dispute on God and eternity he is silent, He sees eternity less like a play with a prologue and denouement, He sees eternity in men and women--he does not see men and women as dreams or dots. For the great Idea, the idea of perfect and free individuals, For that idea the bard walks in advance, leader of leaders, The attitude of him cheers up slaves and horrifies foreign despots. 160 Without extinction is Liberty! without retrograde is Equality! They live in the feelings of young men, and the best women; Not for nothing have the indomitable heads of the earth been always ready to fall for Liberty. For the great Idea! That, O my brethren--that is the mission of Poets. Songs of stern defiance, ever ready, Songs of the rapid arming, and the march, The flag of peace quick-folded, and instead, the flag we know, Warlike flag of the great Idea. (Angry cloth I saw there leaping! 170 I stand again in leaden rain, your flapping folds saluting; I sing you over all, flying, beckoning through the fight--O the hard- contested fight! O the cannons ope their rosy-flashing muzzles! the hurtled balls scream! The battle-front forms amid the smoke--the volleys pour incessant from the line; Hark! the ringing word, Charge!--now the tussle, and the furious maddening yells; Now the corpses tumble curl'd upon the ground, Cold, cold in death, for precious life of you, Angry cloth I saw there leaping.) Are you he who would assume a place to teach, or be a poet here in The States? The place is august--the terms obdurate. 180 Who would assume to teach here, may well prepare himself, body and mind, He may well survey, ponder, arm, fortify, harden, make lithe, himself, He shall surely be question'd beforehand by me with many and stern questions. Who are you, indeed, who would talk or sing to America? Have you studied out the land, its idioms and men? Have you learn'd the physiology, phrenology, politics, geography, pride, freedom, friendship, of the land? its substratums and objects? Have you consider'd the organic compact of the first day of the first year of Independence, sign'd by the Commissioners, ratified by The States, and read by Washington at the head of the army? Have you possess'd yourself of the Federal Constitution? Do you see who have left all feudal processes and poems behind them, and assumed the poems and processes of Democracy? Are you faithful to things? do you teach as the land and sea, the bodies of men, womanhood, amativeness, angers, teach? 190 Have you sped through fleeting customs, popularities? Can you hold your hand against all seductions, follies, whirls, fierce contentions? are you very strong? are you really of the whole people? Are you not of some coterie? some school or mere religion? Are you done with reviews and criticisms of life? animating now to life itself? Have you vivified yourself from the maternity of These States? Have you too the old, ever-fresh forbearance and impartiality? Do you hold the like love for those hardening to maturity; for the last-born? little and big? and for the errant? What is this you bring my America? Is it uniform with my country? Is it not something that has been better told or done before? 200 Have you not imported this, or the spirit of it, in some ship? Is it not a mere tale? a rhyme? a prettiness? is the good old cause in it? Has it not dangled long at the heels of the poets, politicians, literats, of enemies' lands? Does it not assume that what is notoriously gone is still here? Does it answer universal needs? will it improve manners? Does it sound, with trumpet-voice, the proud victory of the Union, in that secession war? Can your performance face the open fields and the seaside? Will it absorb into me as I absorb food, air--to appear again in my strength, gait, face? Have real employments contributed to it? original makers--not mere amanuenses? Does it meet modern discoveries, calibers, facts face to face? 210 What does it mean to me? to American persons, progresses, cities? Chicago, Kanada, Arkansas? the planter, Yankee, Georgian, native, immigrant, sailors, squatters, old States, new States? Does it encompass all The States, and the unexceptional rights of all the men and women of the earth? (the genital impulse of These States;) Does it see behind the apparent custodians, the real custodians, standing, menacing, silent--the mechanics, Manhattanese, western men, southerners, significant alike in their apathy, and in the promptness of their love? Does it see what finally befalls, and has always finally befallen, each temporizer, patcher, outsider, partialist, alarmist, infidel, who has ever ask'd anything of America? What mocking and scornful negligence? The track strew'd with the dust of skeletons; By the roadside others disdainfully toss'd. Rhymes and rhymers pass away--poems distill'd from foreign poems pass away, The swarms of reflectors and the polite pass, and leave ashes; Admirers, importers, obedient persons, make but the soul of literature; 220 America justifies itself, give it time--no disguise can deceive it, or conceal from it--it is impassive enough, Only toward the likes of itself will it advance to meet them, If its poets appear, it will in due time advance to meet them--there is no fear of mistake, (The proof of a poet shall be sternly deferr'd, till his country absorbs him as affectionately as he has absorb'd it.) He masters whose spirit masters--he tastes sweetest who results sweetest in the long run; The blood of the brawn beloved of time is unconstraint; In the need of poems, philosophy, politics, manners, engineering, an appropriate native grand-opera, shipcraft, any craft, he or she is greatest who contributes the greatest original practical example. Already a nonchalant breed, silently emerging, appears on the streets, People's lips salute only doers, lovers, satisfiers, positive knowers; There will shortly be no more priests--I say their work is done, 230 Death is without emergencies here, but life is perpetual emergencies here, Are your body, days, manners, superb? after death you shall be superb; Justice, health, self-esteem, clear the way with irresistible power; How dare you place anything before a man? Fall behind me, States! A man before all--myself, typical before all. Give me the pay I have served for! Give me to sing the song of the great Idea! take all the rest; I have loved the earth, sun, animals--I have despised riches, I have given alms to every one that ask'd, stood up for the stupid and crazy, devoted my income and labor to others, 240 I have hated tyrants, argued not concerning God, had patience and indulgence toward the people, taken off my hat to nothing known or unknown, I have gone freely with powerful uneducated persons, and with the young, and with the mothers of families, I have read these leaves to myself in the open air--I have tried them by trees, stars, rivers, I have dismiss'd whatever insulted my own Soul or defiled my Body, I have claim'd nothing to myself which I have not carefully claim'd for others on the same terms, I have sped to the camps, and comrades found and accepted from every State; (In war of you, as well as peace, my suit is good, America--sadly I boast; Upon this breast has many a dying soldier lean'd, to breathe his last; This arm, this hand, this voice, have nourish'd, rais'd, restored, To life recalling many a prostrate form:) 250 --I am willing to wait to be understood by the growth of the taste of myself, I reject none, I permit all. (Say, O mother! have I not to your thought been faithful? Have I not, through life, kept you and yours before me?) I swear I begin to see the meaning of these things! It is not the earth, it is not America, who is so great, It is I who am great, or to be great--it is you up there, or any one; It is to walk rapidly through civilizations, governments, theories, Through poems, pageants, shows, to form great individuals. Underneath all, individuals! 260 I swear nothing is good to me now that ignores individuals, The American compact is altogether with individuals, The only government is that which makes minute of individuals, The whole theory of the universe is directed to one single individual--namely, to You. (Mother! with subtle sense severe--with the naked sword in your hand, I saw you at last refuse to treat but directly with individuals.) Underneath all, nativity, I swear I will stand by my own nativity--pious or impious, so be it; I swear I am charm'd with nothing except nativity, Men, women, cities, nations, are only beautiful from nativity. 270 Underneath all is the need of the expression of love for men and women, I swear I have seen enough of mean and impotent modes of expressing love for men and women, After this day I take my own modes of expressing love for men and women. I swear I will have each quality of my race in myself, (Talk as you like, he only suits These States whose manners favor the audacity and sublime turbulence of The States.) Underneath the lessons of things, spirits, Nature, governments, ownerships, I swear I perceive other lessons, Underneath all, to me is myself--to you, yourself--(the same monotonous old song.) O I see now, flashing, that this America is only you and me, Its power, weapons, testimony, are you and me, Its crimes, lies, thefts, defections, slavery, are you and me, 280 Its Congress is you and me--the officers, capitols, armies, ships, are you and me, Its endless gestations of new States are you and me, The war--that war so bloody and grim--the war I will henceforth forget--was you and me, Natural and artificial are you and me, Freedom, language, poems, employments, are you and me, Past, present, future, are you and me. I swear I dare not shirk any part of myself, Not any part of America, good or bad, Not the promulgation of Liberty--not to cheer up slaves and horrify foreign despots, Not to build for that which builds for mankind, 290 Not to balance ranks, complexions, creeds, and the sexes, Not to justify science, nor the march of equality, Nor to feed the arrogant blood of the brawn beloved of time. I swear I am for those that have never been master'd! For men and women whose tempers have never been master'd, For those whom laws, theories, conventions, can never master. I swear I am for those who walk abreast with the whole earth! Who inaugurate one, to inaugurate all. I swear I will not be outfaced by irrational things! I will penetrate what it is in them that is sarcastic upon me! 300 I will make cities and civilizations defer to me! This is what I have learnt from America--it is the amount--and it I teach again. (Democracy! while weapons were everywhere aim'd at your breast, I saw you serenely give birth to immortal children--saw in dreams your dilating form; Saw you with spreading mantle covering the world.) I will confront these shows of the day and night! I will know if I am to be less than they! I will see if I am not as majestic as they! I will see if I am not as subtle and real as they! I will see if I am to be less generous than they! 310 I will see if I have no meaning, while the houses and ships have meaning! I will see if the fishes and birds are to be enough for themselves, and I am not to be enough for myself. I match my spirit against yours, you orbs, growths, mountains, brutes, Copious as you are, I absorb you all in myself, and become the master myself. America isolated, yet embodying all, what is it finally except myself? These States--what are they except myself? I know now why the earth is gross, tantalizing, wicked--it is for my sake, I take you to be mine, you beautiful, terrible, rude forms. (Mother! bend down, bend close to me your face! I know not what these plots and wars, and deferments are for; 320 I know not fruition's success--but I know that through war and peace your work goes on, and must yet go on.) .... Thus, by blue Ontario's shore, While the winds fann'd me, and the waves came trooping toward me, I thrill'd with the Power's pulsations--and the charm of my theme was upon me, Till the tissues that held me, parted their ties upon me. And I saw the free Souls of poets; The loftiest bards of past ages strode before me, Strange, large men, long unwaked, undisclosed, were disclosed to me. O my rapt verse, my call--mock me not! Not for the bards of the past--not to invoke them have I launch'd you forth, 330 Not to call even those lofty bards here by Ontario's shores, Have I sung so capricious and loud, my savage song. Bards for my own land, only, I invoke; (For the war, the war is over--the field is clear'd,) Till they strike up marches henceforth triumphant and onward, To cheer, O mother, your boundless, expectant soul. Bards grand as these days so grand! Bards of the great Idea! Bards of the peaceful inventions! (for the war, the war is over!) Yet Bards of the latent armies--a million soldiers waiting, ever- ready, Bards towering like hills--(no more these dots, these pigmies, these little piping straws, these gnats, that fill the hour, to pass for poets;) 340 Bards with songs as from burning coals, or the lightning's fork'd stripes! Ample Ohio's bards--bards for California! inland bards--bards of the war;) (As a wheel turns on its axle, so I find my chants turning finally on the war;) Bards of pride! Bards tallying the ocean's roar, and the swooping eagle's scream! You, by my charm, I invoke!

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RaviSathasivam

CallMeWhenYouAreAlone

Call me, when you are alone You know your voice will make my day You know how much I wait to hear your voice You know how much I feel for you You know you can shun my loneliness You know I listen to you through my tears You know my tears brings joy to me You know my heart has grown big You know your heart is pressed with me You know I have so many wishes in my heart You know I am sitting here and thinking how to start You know I want to send my hugs to you You know I love you forever in so many ways call me again and again when you are lone

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HollyHeron

DonTLeaveMeAlone

Don’t leave me alone, This dark cold night, Don’t leave me alone, In this freezing fright, Don’t leave me alone, With only myself, My sanity a fickle friend, Who’ll soon leave, And take my peace, A peace, which only you restore, So don’t leave me alone, In the dark cold night, Don’t leave me alone, With this freezing fright, Don’t leave me alone, With what I behold in my sight, A life with out you, And many a freezing night.

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LiPo

DrinkingAlone

I take my wine jug out among the flowers to drink alone, without friends. I raise my cup to entice the moon. That, and my shadow, makes us three. But the moon doesn't drink, and my shadow silently follows. I will travel with moon and shadow, happy to the end of spring. When I sing, the moon dances. When I dance, my shadow dances, too. We share life's joys when sober. Drunk, each goes a separate way. Constant friends, although we wander, we'll meet again in the Milky Way. Li T'ai-po tr. Hamil

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CinSweetFields

DyingAloneInPublic

Like the lonely winter tree Outstretched branches with never any leaves Lonely skeletons, with lonely smiles They look away while trying to hide Their outstretched lonely eyes

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LiYoungLee

EatingAlone

I've pulled the last of the year's young onions. The garden is bare now. The ground is cold, brown and old. What is left of the day flames in the maples at the corner of my eye. I turn, a cardinal vanishes. By the cellar door, I wash the onions, then drink from the icy metal spigot. Once, years back, I walked beside my father among the windfall pears. I can't recall our words. We may have strolled in silence. But I still see him bend that way-left hand braced on knee, creaky-to lift and hold to my eye a rotten pear. In it, a hornet spun crazily, glazed in slow, glistening juice. It was my father I saw this morning waving to me from the trees. I almost called to him, until I came close enough to see the shovel, leaning where I had left it, in the flickering, deep green shade. White rice steaming, almost done. Sweet green peas fried in onions. Shrimp braised in sesame oil and garlic. And my own loneliness. What more could I, a young man, want.

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EdnaStVincentMillay

EuclidAlone

Euclid alone has looked on Beauty bare. Let all who prate of Beauty hold their peace, And lay them prone upon the earth and cease To ponder on themselves, the while they stare At nothing, intricately drawn nowhere In shapes of shifting lineage; let geese Gabble and hiss, but heroes seek release From dusty bondage into luminous air. O blinding hour, O holy, terrible day, When first the shaft into his vision shone Of light anatomized! Euclid alone Has looked on Beauty bare. Fortunate they Who, though once only and then but far away, Have heard her massive sandal set on stone.

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OskarHansen

SellingACar

Selling a Car. When I bought the car the dealer pointed out its good features. Now that I’m selling the car the dealer points out all its flaws.

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SaraColeridge

FromphantasmionOneFaceAlone

ONE face alone, one face alone, These eyes require; But, when that long’d-for sight is shown, What fatal fire Shoots through my veins a keen and liquid flame, That melts each fibre of my wasting frame! One voice alone, one voice alone, I pine to hear; But, when its meek mellifluous tone Usurps mine ear, Those slavish chains about my soul are wound, Which ne’er, till death itself, can be unbound. One gentle hand, one gentle hand, I fain would hold; But, when it seems at my command, My own grows cold; Then low to earth I bend in sickly swoon, Like lilies drooping ’mid the blaze of noon.

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PabloNeruda

GentlemanAlone

The young maricones and the horny muchachas, The big fat widows delirious from insomnia, The young wives thirty hours' pregnant, And the hoarse tomcats that cross my garden at night, Like a collar of palpitating sexual oysters Surround my solitary home, Enemies of my soul, Conspirators in pajamas Who exchange deep kisses for passwords. Radiant summer brings out the lovers In melancholy regiments, Fat and thin and happy and sad couples; Under the elegant coconut palms, near the ocean and moon, There is a continual life of pants and panties, A hum from the fondling of silk stockings, And women's breasts that glisten like eyes. The salary man, after a while, After the week's tedium, and the novels read in bed at night, Has decisively fucked his neighbor, And now takes her to the miserable movies, Where the heroes are horses or passionate princes, And he caresses her legs covered with sweet down With his ardent and sweaty palms that smell like cigarettes. The night of the hunter and the night of the husband Come together like bed sheets and bury me, And the hours after lunch, when the students and priests are masturbating, And the animals mount each other openly, And the bees smell of blood, and the flies buzz cholerically, And cousins play strange games with cousins, And doctors glower at the husband of the young patient, And the early morning in which the professor, without a thought, Pays his conjugal debt and eats breakfast, And to top it all off, the adulterers, who love each other truly On beds big and tall as ships: So, eternally, This twisted and breathing forest crushes me With gigantic flowers like mouth and teeth And black roots like fingernails and shoes. Translated by Mike Topp

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GrahamJones

HeStandsAlone

He stands alone now etched by time As though was meant to be His frame all bent and twisted For all who pass to see It wasn't always as it is When children came around To run and laugh and shriek with glee He revelled in the sound But age and weather took its toll And disease had hit him hard A surgeons cuts had saved his life For which he didn't charge And so he stands alone but proud To survey what could be seen The only oak for miles around Upon the village green.

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RudyardKipling

HelenAllAlone

There was darkness under Heaven For an hour's space-- Darkness that we knew was given Us for special grace. Sun and noon and stars were hid, God had left His Throne, When Helen came to me, she did, Helen all alone! Side by side (because our fate Damned us ere our birth) We stole out of Limbo Gate Looking for the Earth. Hand in pulling hand amid Fear no dreams have known, Helen ran with me, she did, Helen all alone! When the Horror passing speech Hunted us along, Each laid hold on each, and each Found the other strong. In the teeth of Things forbid And Reason overthrown, Helen stood by me, she did, Helen all alone! When, at last, we heard those Fires Dull and die away, When, at last, our linked desires Dragged us up to day; When, at last, our souls were rid Of what that Night had shown, Helen passed from me, she did, Helen all alone! Let her go and find a mate, As I will find a bride, Knowing naught of Limbo Gate Or Who are penned inside. There is knowledge God forbid More than one should own. So Helen went from me, she did, Oh, my soul, be glad she did! Helen all alone!

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EstherLeclerc

HomeQuiteAlone

My family drove off mere hours ago to visit Grandma on her birthday, thus I am home and quite all alone. First thing I undertook post-farewell was doff my duds down to the undies, hotter, t'was, than Homer Simpson's hell. Ne'er may I dance to song as I please - - tho' the spirit may often move me, for my kin fling up arms, shriek and tease. My feet like to dance, so, dance I did, with the family van well out of view. Sometimes you must blindly trust your id! I danced like a fiend, singing along, as graceful as Elaine on 'Seinfeld', free as a bird both in movement and song... Exhausted at last, I realized - - a mite too late that in my half- sorrowful/ all-ecstatic state I'd undressed while still in front of the house... SOB (to say the least, eh?) I fell dumbly to my knees, clothes GONE from the grass! Finding the door securely locked, I spontaneously combusted into ash h h.......... Not really... I'm hiding beneath the deck until their return in days three using heretofore unknown mental powers to post this poem on PH with glee! So what - - I'm hungry.

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VachelLindsay

HowIWalkedAloneInTheJunglesOfHeaven

Oh, once I walked in Heaven, all alone Upon the sacred cliffs above the sky. God and the angels, and the gleaming saints Had journeyed out into the stars to die. They had gone forth to win far citizens, Bought at great price, bring happiness for all: By such a harvest make a holier town And put new life within old Zion's wall. Each chose a far-off planet for his home, Speaking of love and mercy, truth and right, Envied and cursed, thorn-crowned and scourged in time, Each tasted death on his appointed night. Then resurrection day from sphere to sphere Sped on, with all the POWERS arisen again, While with them came in clouds recruited hosts Of sun-born strangers and of earth-born men. And on that day gray prophet saints went down And poured atoning blood upon the deep, Till every warrior of old Hell flew free And all the torture fires were laid asleep. And Hell's lost company I saw return Clear-eyed, with plumes of white, the demons bold Climbed with the angels now on Jacob's stair, And built a better Zion than the old. And yet I walked alone on azure cliffs A lifetime long, and loved each untrimmed vine: The rotted harps, the swords of rusted gold, The jungles of all Heaven then were mine. Oh mesas and throne-mountains that I found! Oh strange and shaking thoughts that touched me there, Ere I beheld the bright returning wings That came to spoil my secret, silent lair!

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RainerMariaRilke

IAmMuchTooAloneInThisWorldYetNotAlone

I am much too alone in this world, yet not alone enough to truly consecrate the hour. I am much too small in this world, yet not small enough to be to you just object and thing, dark and smart. I want my free will and want it accompanying the path which leads to action; and want during times that beg questions, where something is up, to be among those in the know, or else be alone. I want to mirror your image to its fullest perfection, never be blind or too old to uphold your weighty wavering reflection. I want to unfold. Nowhere I wish to stay crooked, bent; for there I would be dishonest, untrue. I want my conscience to be true before you; want to describe myself like a picture I observed for a long time, one close up, like a new word I learned and embraced, like the everday jug, like my mother's face, like a ship that carried me along through the deadliest storm.

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CharlesMMoore

IDidnTStandAlone

I was born a wild child a navigators son from the slums I took my chances and was always on the run fought my way with others like me and society who blamed my behaviour on my parents and misfortune on my name I bled for my existence and stole to feed my need I would put on many faces to extrapolate my breed to defend the others round me and provide some hopeful care to the familys with broken hearts and dreams that went nowhere In the darkness of a thousand scars that tore away my flesh my hands would reach into the soul and bones of what I'm worth and though the sun was shining trying to brighten up the day in the poverty of mouths to feed the slums are always grey In a history of violence and the screams that no-one heard in a mothers tears and fathers fears I learned every word and paraded with a vengeance on the streets of cobblestones that my heart was independant and I didn't stand alone.

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MikhailYuryevichLermontov

IGoOutOnTheRoadAlone

Alone I set out on the road; The flinty path is sparkling in the mist; The night is still. The desert harks to God, And star with star converses. The vault is overwhelmed with solemn wonder The earth in cobalt aura sleeps. . . Why do I feel so pained and troubled? What do I harbor: hope, regrets? I see no hope in years to come, Have no regrets for things gone by. All that I seek is peace and freedom! To lose myself and sleep! But not the frozen slumber of the grave... I'd like eternal sleep to leave My life force dozing in my breast Gently with my breath to rise and fall; By night and day, my hearing would be soothed By voices sweet, singing to me of love. And over me, forever green, A dark oak tree would bend and rustle.

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HowardNemerov

IOnlyAmEscapedAloneToTellThee

I tell you that I see her still At the dark entrance of the hall. One gas lamp burning near her shoulder Shone also from her other side Where hung the long inaccurate glass Whose pictures were as troubled water. An immense shadow had its hand Between us on the floor, and seemed To hump the knuckles nervously, A giant crab readying to walk, Or a blanket moving in its sleep. You will remember, with a smile Instructed by movies to reminisce, How strict her corsets must have been, How the huge arrangements of her hair Would certainly betray the least Impassionate displacement there. It was no rig for dallying, And maybe only marriage could Derange that queenly scaffolding - As when a great ship, coming home, Coasts in the harbor, dropping sail And loosing all the tackle that had laced Her in the long lanes... I know We need not draw this figure out But all that whalebone came for whales And all the whales lived in the sea, In calm beneath the troubled glass, Until the needle drew their blood. I see her standing in the hall, Where the mirror's lashed to blood and foam, And the black flukes of agony Beat at the air till the light blows out.

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WaltWhitman

IThoughtIWasNotAlone

I THOUGHT I was not alone, walking here by the shore, But the one I thought was with me, as now I walk by the shore, As I lean and look through the glimmering light--that one has utterly disappeared, And those appear that perplex me.

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suchulJin

IWalkAlone

I walk alone amongst the crowd My heart still bleeding, pounding loud Through darkened streets, I walk alone I have no one to call my own I need someone to ease the pain To stop these tears that fall like rain Alone I walk To myself I talk My teers tear apart My broken heart Charles R. Brunty

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JohnKiplingLewis

IWokeAlone

I woke alone, ignorant of your absence. I woke alone, knowing what I can not have. I will wake alone, remembering what could have been.

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UriahHamilton

ImNotAlone

I cry On a remote mountainside, Tears impossible to hide From the mysterious, compassionate Eyes of God; I spend so much time alone, But maybe I’m not alone.

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ArthurKnackmus

InTheBeginingOurLordWasAlone

In the beginning our Father was alone wanting company. So to Himself said, 'I'll just create friends to suit my fancy.' They will all be Holy angels having freedom of choice. These Holy angels will be perfect in beauty having a voice. All these angelic beings will have wings to fly away. But I will set boundaries and limits where they are to stay. They will also have eyes to see where to stop. With ears to hear praises from the top. By now the angels were given the sense of touch. To the hierarchy in Heaven, was loved very much. This sense of touch could be the feel of a wheel. Boy what a deal. And among other things could be pleasure, With God's measure. This pleasure with God's measure, was their treasure. All these spirits were given a mind. To especially be kind. Possessing abilities to voice their choice. Think at a blink, even wink, not blind. Hearing with ears even from behind. The rank of the Cherubim was made of winged little girls and boys. These Cherubs walked and talked with God who gave them toys. The boys played with balls. The girls played with dolls. These Cherubs were happy, being content with all. God was pleased with what He saw. God gave all angels senses of smell and taste. Instructing them they could lick in haste. But never to taste paste or waste. God gave angels given knowledge. This sixth sense not taught in college. The wisdom acquired, Will be required. If so desired. So stay chaste. For the chase. Being eternally chased. At this time there was no sin, which is vice. Everything in Heavens chorus was joyous and nice. Our Father is Perfect So He didn't have to think twice. He made no mistakes that could not be corrected. When creating He got exactly what He expected. Through His Perfection is why God is always respected. Every thing God created, Never became outdated. He could raise His finger, To invent some timber. Or blink an eye, Creating the sky. That Perfect magic Man could make something, Simply out of nothing. God created no two things exactly the same. A female angel by nickname, Was called a dame. God could create showers, For all the flowers. What was left of the rain, Ran down the drain. After these showers. The man took to the dame. As a gift, these flowers. For the main spirit game, Was to win the dame. Then your spirit life and her name. Would never be the same.

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AnnTaylor

LearningToGoAlone

Come, my darling, come away, Take a pretty walk to-day; Run along, and never fear, I'll take care of baby dear: Up and down with little feet, That's the way to walk, my sweet. Now it is so very near, Soon she'll get to mother dear. There she comes along at last: Here's my finger, hold it fast: Now one pretty little kiss, After such a walk as this.

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ScarboroughGypsy

LeaveMeAlone

I’d like to awake Without being woken To just sit and think With no word spoken Allow me some time To have on my own When no one comes round Or calls on the phone I’d just like some space Some privacy for me I’d like to be left With no company To go to the bathroom And not be disturbed To put on my hairdryer Without being heard To lay in my bed Minus the dogs To cruise round the house Without any tog’s Let doors that I shut Remain unopened And none of my things Be moved or broken A special room To call my own A private place To be alone Lay back, relax Chill out, just be With no one else Except for me.

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RobinsonJeffers

LetThemAlone

If God has been good enough to give you a poet Then listen to him. But for God's sake let him alone until he is dead; no prizes, no ceremony, They kill the man. A poet is one who listens To nature and his own heart; and if the noise of the world grows up around him, and if he is tough enough, He can shake off his enemies, but not his friends. That is what withered Wordsworth and muffled Tennyson, and would have killed Keats; that is what makes Hemingway play the fool and Faulkner forget his art.

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EmilyDickinson

LoveReckonsByItselfalone

826 Love reckons by itself—alone— "As large as I"—relate the Sun To One who never felt it blaze— Itself is all the like it has—

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AnonymousAmericas

MyFriendJudgeNotMe

My friend iudge not me, Thou seest I iudge not thee: Betwixt the stirrop and the ground, Mercy I askt, mercy I found.

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StephenCrane

LoveWalkedAlone

Love walked alone. The rocks cut her tender feet, And the brambles tore her fair limbs. There came a companion to her, But, alas, he was no help, For his name was heart's pain. .

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LouiseBogan

ManAlone

It is yourself you seek In a long rage, Scanning through light and darkness Mirrors, the page, Where should reflected be Those eyes and that thick hair, That passionate look, that laughter. You should appear Within the book, or doubled, Freed, in the silvered glass; Into all other bodies Yourself should pass. The glass does not dissolve; Like walls the mirrors stand; The printed page gives back Words by another hand. And your infatuate eye Meets not itself below; Strangers lie in your arms As I lie now.

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HollyHeron

MineAlone

*inspired when I was doing slavery in class ------- These chains that bind my body, Shall not bind my mind, The skin taken from my flesh, Shall not blind my sight, These tears they shall not spill, Till wrongs and rights are justed, The dirt upon the my knees, Is not my souls one colour, My body you may own, My mind is mine alone, My soul it nests in His hands, My life is mine alone.

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AnnaLucija

NotAlone

My heart feels like an empty shell Washed up from the sea My mind feels like it's going mad From trying to break free And my tears seem like a thousand oceans And they're drowning all the bliss And my lips ache to be touched By a true loves kiss But I'm not alone

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RichardWlodarski

NotLonelyNotAloneInspiredByAloneInACrowdByAudreyHeller

To be with people Not feel lonely To be with oneself Not feel alone

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WaltWhitman

OnTheBeachAtNightAlone

ON the beach at night alone, As the old mother sways her to and fro, singing her husky song, As I watch the bright stars shining--I think a thought of the clef of the universes, and of the future. A VAST SIMILITUDE interlocks all, All spheres, grown, ungrown, small, large, suns, moons, planets, comets, asteroids, All the substances of the same, and all that is spiritual upon the same, All distances of place, however wide, All distances of time--all inanimate forms, All Souls--all living bodies, though they be ever so different, or in different worlds, All gaseous, watery, vegetable, mineral processes--the fishes, the brutes, 10 All men and women--me also; All nations, colors, barbarisms, civilizations, languages; All identities that have existed, or may exist, on this globe, or any globe; All lives and deaths--all of the past, present, future; This vast similitude spans them, and always has spann'd, and shall forever span them, and compactly hold them, and enclose them.

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WaltWhitman

RootsAndLeavesThemselvesAlone

ROOTS and leaves themselves alone are these; Scents brought to men and women from the wild woods, and from the pond-side, Breast-sorrel and pinks of love--fingers that wind around tighter than vines, Gushes from the throats of birds, hid in the foliage of trees, as the sun is risen; Breezes of land and love--breezes set from living shores out to you on the living sea--to you, O sailors! Frost-mellow'd berries, and Third-month twigs, offer'd fresh to young persons wandering out in the fields when the winter breaks up, Love-buds, put before you and within you, whoever you are, Buds to be unfolded on the old terms; If you bring the warmth of the sun to them, they will open, and bring form, color, perfume, to you; If you become the aliment and the wet, they will become flowers, fruits, tall blanches and trees. 10

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LovinaSylviaChidi

SoAlone

So alone in my bed Alone listening to nightly whispers Alone in my thoughts Alone standing in court Alone I stand and fight Alone I pray for rainbow lights Alone in the morning I awake Alone I celebrate my joys Alone I cry out my sadness Alone I voice out my fears Alone in strenght Alone in wealth Alone in good health Alone I try to understand Alone I seek knowledge Alone I share what is mine Alone I try not to be alone Alone when my time has come, I pass away

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WilliamShakespeare

Sonnet79WhilstIAloneDidCallUponThyAid

Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid, My verse alone had all thy gentle grace, But now my gracious numbers are decayed, And my sick Muse doth give an other place. I grant, sweet love, thy lovely argument Deserves the travail of a worthier pen, Yet what of thee thy poet doth invent He robs thee of, and pays it thee again. He lends thee virtue, and he stole that word From thy behaviour; beauty doth he give, And found it in thy cheek; he can afford No praise to thee, but what in thee doth live. Then thank him not for that which he doth say, Since what he owes thee, thou thyself dost pay.

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MichaelDrayton

SonnetXiYouNotAlone

You not alone, when you are still alone, O God, from you that I could private be. Since you one were, I never since was one; Since you in me, my self since out of me, Transported from my self into your being; Though either distant, present yet to either, Senseless with too much joy, each other seeing, And only absent when we are together. Give me my self and take your self again, Devise some means but how I may forsake you; So much is mine that doth with you remain, That, taking what is mine, with me I take you; You do bewitch me; O, that I could fly From my self you, or from your own self I.

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MichaelDrayton

SonnetXxxviiiSittingAloneLove

Sitting alone, Love bids me go and write; Reason plucks back, commanding me to stay, Boasting that she doth still direct the way, Or else Love were unable to endite. Love, growing angry, vexed at the spleen And scorning Reason's maimed argument, Straight taxeth Reason, wanting to invent, Where she with Love conversing hath not been. Reason, reproached with this coy disdain, Despiteth Love, and laugheth at her folly; And Love, condemning Reason's reason wholly, Thought it in weight too light by many'a grain. Reason, put back, doth out of sight remove, And Love alone picks reason out of love.

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RabindranathTagore

TheGardenerIxWhenIGoAloneAtNight

When I go alone at night to my love-tryst, birds do not sing, the wind does not stir, the houses on both sides of the street stand silent. It is my own anklets that grow loud at every step and I am ashamed. When I sit on my balcony and listen for his footsteps, leaves do not rustle on the trees, and the water is still in the river like the sword on the knees of a sentry fallen asleep. It is my own heart that beats wildly --I do not know how to quiet it. When my love comes and sits by my side, when my body trembles and my eyelids droop, the night darkens, the wind blows out the lamp, and the clouds draw veils over the stars. It is the jewel at my own breast that shines and gives light. I do not know how to hide it.

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MirandaSss

AmericaIsStillShining

As I looked out the window birds soar across the sky, O how I envy their freedom, their realm ever so high. I remembered America's liberty, and how this country began, when settlers came and started a new life with their clan. And now, so many many years later, this world a dark place. But America is still shining, with all it has to face.

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EmilyDickinson

MeChangeMeAlter

268 Me, change! Me, alter! Then I will, when on the Everlasting Hill A Smaller Purple grows— At sunset, or a lesser glow Flickers upon Cordillera— At Day's superior close!

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LesMurray

TheImagesAlone

Scarlet as the cloth draped over a sword, white as steaming rice, blue as leschenaultia, old curried towns, the frog in its green human skin; a ploughman walking his furrow as if in irons, but as at a whoop of young men running loose in brick passages, there occurred the thought like instant stitches all through crumpled silk: as if he'd had to leap to catch the bullet. A stench like hands out of the ground. The willows had like beads in their hair, and Peenemünde, grunted the dentist's drill, Peenemünde! Fowls went on typing on every corn key, green kept crowding the pinks of the peach trees into the sky but used speech balloons were tacky in the river and waterbirds had liftoff as at a repeal of gravity.

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