I am Not Alone
The night, it is deserted
from the mountains to the sea.
But I, the one who rocks you,
I am not alone!
The sky, it is deserted
for the moon falls to the sea.
But I, the one who holds you,
I am not alone !
The world, it is deserted.
All flesh is sad you see.
But I, the one who hugs you,
I am not alone!
poem by Gabriela Mistral
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Deserted Heart
The
Deserted heart
Found a new owner today
And that deserted heart
Belongs to me
So now I feel that
I have to give some love
For the deserted heart
poem by Aldo Kraas
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I am Lost Now
Thoughts of Nothing
Thoughts of Darkness
No Dreams or Goals
No Hopes or Spirit
Only the Remnants of a soul remain
Tattered and Torn, No hope of Revival
I am lost to my self
I am lost to all
Deserted me, my friends have
Deserted me, my soul has
Deserted me, all for a Dream
I am Lost Now
Oh so Lost
No one to run to
No where to go
My only wish is to disappear from memory
To be lost in the depths of time, and space
For I am an Empty bottle
Cast aside without a second thought
poem by Brad Combs
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It was so quiet that morning in Paris that the heels of my two companions and myself were loud on the deserted pavements. It was a city of shuttered shops, and barred windows, and deserted avenues.
quote by Philip Gibbs
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Isolated
There are days when you feel,
you’re on a beach on a deserted island
with no one to talk to,
no one answers your telephone calls,
just an answering machine at the other end,
and don’t you just hate talking to machines,
no individuality and no spirit there.
On the internet, someone is available,
but no one replies to you
and suddenly you get that feeling
you’ve been deserted by everyone.
Your emails are never answered
and you wonder what you’ve said.
No one wants to chat to you
for some reason or another.
You get to feel that you’re isolated
within your own little sphere
and really, there is no one out there.
Finally, you work yourself up
to thinking no one really cares
and you are just isolated
on a deserted island of your own
in the middle of nowhere.
You then begin to pray someone
will answer one of your calls
and drive the desolation away.
21 February 2011
poem by David Harris
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I would love to hear all types of Christian artists played all over the world. I'd love to hear good, positive mainstream music played all over the place. I'd love to be able to bring music together. But I have not deserted Christ. I have not deserted my faith.
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Lonely & Alone
Lonely when someone feels
Alone is he the only one
He thinks
Never is it the true
For the one is
Always preoccupied
With thoughts and whelms
With friends and foes
With good and bad
Which is always inside the one?
So he should never think of himself
As the one lonely and alone
Who is left deserted in the world
The redeeming feature is that
The lonely and alone is always
The one surrounded with people
And friends and foes
Where he is always left deserted when
He needs them most.
poem by Surabhi Gupta
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It's The Lover
(rich donahue/patrick dollaghan)
He broke your heart and said goodbye
After promising forever
You wonder why you even tried
He was such a good pretender
The love you gave was all in vain
And nothing anyone can say
Could ever make you love that way again
It's the lover not the love
Who broke your heart last night
It's the lover not the dream
That didn't work out right
If you listen to your heart
You'll know it's true
It's the lover not the love
Who deserted you
Don't stop reachin' for the stars
Let tomorrow live inside you
And just remember who you are
Keep the faith and love will find you
A heart in love can lose it's true
Don't give up in time to find
The one who's right will come to you
It's the lover not the love
Who broke your heart last night
It's the lover not the dream
That didn't work out right
If you listen to your heart
You'll know it's true
It's the lover not the love
Who deserted you
It does no good to second guess
Whether love is wrong or right
If it was really meant to be
He'd be with you tonight
It's the lover not the love
Who broke your heart last night
It's the lover not the dream
That didn't turn out right
If you listen to your heart
You'll know it's true
It's the lover not the love
Who deserted you
song performed by by Tiffany
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The Mountains
you feel like a leaf steady on a pool of
water,
around you is thick fog
and beyond is the haze of a misty morning
the house on the river bank is deserted
and the boulders of rocks are gray and hard
the grass is nil dipping its tongue on the shallow waters
ripples of the wind bring the shadows of shimmer
the mountains stand still
merely looking without any hint that it is curious at all
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Deserted Sidewalks
As I walk along the roads in dead of night,
I see nothing and no one, save deserted sidewalks,
Where people used to laugh and talk
And play and walk, in times of day.
But now in times of night where I walk alone,
Save with my loyal trusted companion,
Who asks nothing more than to be with me,
And to smell the scents, that abound at night.
Far different from the smells that abound in day.
The night is silent, save for the slight swish of our clothing,
And the faint tinkle of our jewellery,
And these sounds are borne along on the slight night breeze,
Peculiar only to this time, and this dimension.
This time is ours, a freedom borne of space,
And the silent parked cars, that tell the tale,
Of others not so far away, that slumber now,
As we awake, and come alive to run with Energies,
That only we can see and hear.
For when daylight comes around once more,
And all those weary travellers return again,
To struggles only they can tell of,
But won't, for they believe this is their fate,
And silently, with faces straight as pokers,
Trudge their weary way through life, as it is to them.
But you and I, we know different, for we are snug,
In the arms of an Energy and a space,
That they as yet cannot access.
So we sleep, the sleep of inner knowledge, and wait once more,
For the circle to turn again, when we will walk the sidewalks,
So deserted, not to us, for we see what the other eye does not,
And the other ear cannot hear.
So we walk deserted sidewalks on our own for many a year.
And wait for the awakening of souls,
Who as yet know not they sleep.
And they slumber still.
poem by Rosi Caswell
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Deserted Island
This island is deserted
It is very hot
like the desert
with tons of sand
only theres trees
the trees sway in the breeze
like a cool wind blowing through the village
the water matches the sky here
It's clear blue
you can see everything right down to the sand
under the forever going ocean
there's coral and bright colored fish
it's as warm as
the hot sand under my feet and the summer sun
the isolation is unbelievable
it is unspeakable
the only movement is of the ocean and the trees
there is only me
this island is deserted
poem by Kristen Otto
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A Version Of Solitude
you feel like a leaf steady on a pool of
water,
around you is thick fog
and beyond is the haze of a misty morning
the house on the river bank is deserted
and the boulders of rocks are gray and hard
the grass is nil dipping its tongue on the shallow waters
ripples of the wind bring the shadows of shimmer
the mountains stand still
merely looking
this is my poem for solitude
yes, my own version of solitude when all else fail
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Deserted Heart
I bestowed homage to a homelike fellow.
But I got a hollow love.
I tried to show my humbleness, but it was merely a hulking matter.
She never cared....
I muttered; and I was suffered.
Latter, I considered it like a comtemptible prick.
I came to know that, life sometimes might be stood on the wall of undurable bricks.
Well, I named it -' The emotional brigandage. '
One day I saw a beggar passing by the street.
I went closer to him.
I saw a boldness in his eyes;
Though he was in grief,
He could easily tolerate his insatiable life.
I became perplexed for while!
Now, my deserted heart attached with a divine ingrowing infinity.
So, this deserted heart got the veritable dignity (of life) at last.
poem by Bibhakar Dutta
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History Lover....
a place is interesting because of the stories that you have heard before.
for instance, this bed is where this man and that woman first made it.
this house is deserted because once a fire broke here
and chaos is born, and chaos wears a mask and since then people do not recognize its face.
a name to you is interesting because your mother tells the story of that name.
the spelling has a history about a rumor and you love rumors.
shall i say that you pretend that you like to have a talk with him
because you like to gather some flowers from his garden?
that is a nice objective. Flowers are always a delight at the center table.
the earth appears to be thirsty of conflicts. That is a misinterpretation.
The deserted path knows better. No one really cares what one does with his feet.
The moon knows it all. But look, it simply shines and does not tell you anything.
For secrets have always been nuggets. They must remain buried.
When dug again and shaped into different forms, that is where the definition of hell comes out.
I am not the one saying this anyway. Quite harsh.
Hell is other people. And i am one of its delicate flames.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Moon Put Over The Clouds
One night The Moon
From the assemblage of stars,
Descended on the roof.
He spoke to me steadily whispering,
“With deserted eyes,
Come ahead and touch me.”
I was afraid, I was shy,
And addressed thus
“How it may happen? ”
When He isisted on being touched,
I wished,
Going ahead I should touch it,
Bu till then,
The Moon went behind the clouds.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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A Camel's Dream
When he deserted me
I deserted water
When I deserted the water,
it lost its shine crying.
Trees were growing dark in their places
in the woods; that evening he came to take me
with him clearing the thick glow of the sunset hues
then came he to make a path a kind of road
At the end of the road
I became the back he can ride
deserting many things I so long have to long for
while I look at the village
through those green trees
with my deep eyes
I saw him waiving at me
to bid me goodbye.
I was already entering the desert
and a portion of his road became the whole
the entire road for me.
For the borders of the nation he ruled
were the horizons of the four directions,
the sand hills I walk on with him on my back
were always the initial spot I had departed.
Numerous mornings and evenings met
on the rooftops of the sandhills where the
next morning and the sun crossed.
Originally what he wanted from me
was some amount of water he could use,
always in the shape of the water
I obeyed him.
At the same speed as the sunlight speedy
falls on the ground, stars fell.
With the power of the star-falls
the water soaked itself down to the ground
and then to
the roots of the sands.
Whenever his forehead shined
with full of heavenly words
and thirstied,
I dug up the roots of the sands
where the water gathers and kept it
in my body.
When the sun rose,
everything except the sands were
under the power of the sun;
when the wind blew,
everything along with the sands were
under the windy flows.
There I took out the water from my body
and washed his dry face.
When he loved me
I had a large amount of waters.
When he was communicating with someone
in heavens,
I listened to the music the sands were making.
Many trees were there with no shadows,
and the worlds I look through those trees were
always moving forward.
Through those trees the wind blew.
The thicket-bushes were weeping
and there came about some animals
who loved the bushes, and the one
who rides on my back
lets things to be ruled ruled
lets things to die dead.
He stands the trees and the animals
that resemble each other on their spots
then he passes by.
In the mean time he took out the water
from my body numerous times
and drank it to cleanse his body.
His songs made the sand hills
create echoes to echo
to ring through the regions afar.
When he finally changed the desert into the sea,
at its open entrance
I began to grow old all alone.
Though I wanted to serve him on the sea
he walked away from me
onto the sea.
Many years have gone by
and come along and
for me not to serve him on the sea
meant to go back to the desert, and
the sea had turned into the desert back again.
At its entrance to the sea,
I could not become a small boat for him.
All day long, I was lonely;
all night long, lonesome for days.
When he left me, I deserted the water,
I deserted again the act of deserting
and by deserting it, I no longer was left
to exist.
poem by by unknown author (22 June 2003), translated by Sangnam Nam
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Insomnia
The moon in the bureau mirror
looks out a million miles
(and perhaps with pride, at herself,
but she never, never smiles)
far and away beyond sleep, or
perhaps she's a daytime sleeper.
By the Universe deserted,
she'd tell it to go to hell,
and she'd find a body of water,
or a mirror, on which to dwell.
So wrap up care in a cobweb
and drop it down the well
into that world inverted
where left is always right,
where the shadows are really the body,
where we stay awake all night,
where the heavens are shallow as the sea
is now deep, and you love me.
poem by Elizabeth Bishop
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Bound in chain
Standind in the valley of wreck,
Sitting under the cidar canopy,
Mind so troubled,
Thoughts, of an unseen world,
An unexpected void i happen to be lost in.
My mind quackes,
My body is shrivelled
up,
Dances to the tune of 'drummer heart',
Lonely and hapless,
Like a prisoner i groan.
Wishes for death,
Yet afraid to die,
Death cometh;
With its icy hand, it threatens,
Yet i hid from it.
Wandering in
solitude,
Scotched bare by the fiery rays,
Sick with sickness of the mind,
My eyes are dry,
The river's source are emptied.
My knowledge wastes,
My intellect left for vultures,
Science gives way for burden,
My hands and feet chained,
Trouble, my jailer..
My riches vanishes,
Friends has deserted me,
Am like a weed to my 'amis',
Deserted in solitude,
Poverty my comforter.
poem by Ugoh Ifeanyi
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I Have Forgiven Jesus
I was a good kid
I wouldn't do you no harm
I was a nice kid
with a nice paper-round
Forgive me any pain
I may have brung to you
with God's help I know
I'll always be near to you
but Jesus hurt me
when he deserted me / but
I have forgiven Jesus
for all the desire
He placed in me when there's nothing I can do
about desire
I was a good kid
through hail and snow I'd go
just to moon you
I carried my heart in my hand
do you understand?
do you understand?
Jesus hurted
when he deserted me, but
I have forgiven Jesus
for all of the love
He placed in me
When there's no-one I can turn to with this love
Monday - humiliation
Tuesday - suffocation
Wednesday - condescension
Thursday - is just pathetic
by Friday - life has killed me
by Friday - life has killed me
Why did you give me
so much desire?
when there is nowhere I can go
to offload this desire
Why did you give me
so much love
in a loveless world
when there is no one I can turn to
to unlock all this love
Why did you stick me in
self-deprecating bones and skin
Jesus - do you hate me?
Why did you stick me in
self-deprecating bones and skin
do you hate me? do you hate me?
do you hate me? do you hate me?
song performed by by Morrissey
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One can never know for sure what a deserted area looks like.
quote by George Carlin
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