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Solitude....

Solitude is good
just hide from everyone in the dark
cave,
I want to dig my nails
into my own flesh,
to see if I am still alive?
and guess,
How it feels to see someone else suffer?
Yet, you can't do a thing
a darn bloody thing
to help,
to ease their pain
and suffering
yes, solitude is good
hide away from reality
the daily grind of life
not the one you see on
a big silver screen or the screen
of a TV
reality, not the kind in a town call Mayberry
or a town like Beverly Hills
Solitude is good
and I need one, OR
I want to overdose on drugs
to put my mind to sleep and rest
send myself to a world
that I have seen in movies and
read about in books
full of colorful pages of life and happy People
loving each other in a psychedelic rave
but reality bites
it's a poisonous pill
that you swallow
to move from one stage to the other
and just have to marry misery
and live and suffer in disgrace
and to see people in awfully
miserable pain.....
yes, solitude is good.

poem by Khalid Hameed
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Solitude is never worse,

Solitude is never worse,
Solitude can never be worse,
Either way killing is not good,
Tyranny is not a wise calling in murders,
But a solitude with Ideas that change what is Human,
For man is a wild animal,
The monologue of good is even better,

This World hast a lot of problems,
We must bear to see fortune and not felonies,
That man is blessed that say's mankind is to love other's,
But detractors of solitude never cease to ease,

Solitude is never worse if it is for good of Humane,
Virtue is an insight that will regenerate a beauty of concept,
Thinking that solitude is not bad anyway,
But not solitude in making enemies,
But as a teacher,
An advisor and a good communicator.

poem by Maxpoet Beauty
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Intersection of worlds

There’s hiding place between three intersecting worlds:
One is the Dreamland and we call Reality the other,
The third, the biggest, is Eternity. My sisters, brothers,
There’s no death in this time swirl,
While balancing between their gravities
You won’t find life about which to rave.
Inside the Time there is a cavity
Where “is” and “was” and “seems” are just the same,
There’s no opposition as “the existing” and “the non-existing”.
You’ll find just wisdom, sadness, and the solitude,
You’ll understand again earth’s sighs, trees’ whisper and wolf’s bristling.
You’ll realize that Evil is only inaptitude
Inherent to people incapable of love
And sharing world with others.
You’ll see Eternity, Reality and Dreamland
From outside and the inside at the same time.
They will be both alien and yours.
But you’ll be able to share with other people
Only vague memories when back to the Reality.
Hence – solitude and sadness.

poem by Victor Sklyarov
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In The Solitude Of Prayer

In the solitude of prayer
deep
Lost in moments in between weep
and sleep

In the solitude of prayer
Lonliness finds a rest
Survived another test
Brings out our best

In the solitude of prayer
With nobody there
Except those far away
Reminded of their distant care

In the solitude of prayer
You pray for their smile
For their personal trial
Silently, all the while

In the solitude of prayer
Dreams seem more near
More hope than fear
Thoughts of those past those dear

In the solitude of prayer
Pray for their souls kind
Whose memory is still in your mind
And in your heart

In the solitude of prayer
Pray for your dear friends
Whose heart's you defend
As your own heart they mend

In the solitude of prayer
As for God's wisdom
And his love
As all love comes from above

In the solitude of prayer
Find grace to forgive
And to truely give
And to live

In the solitude of prayer
Recall how to dream
Of warm embraces of affection
And of love returned in your direction

In the solitude of prayer
Pray with conviction
Pray for the impossible
Without fear or restriction

poem by James T. Adair
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Solitude.

What trials we suffer,
sorrows thick as mists on still waters
blind us,
misty tentrils of darkening thoughts
tangle us.
Solitude weaves it's captive with illusions.
And ensnares good thoughts with brooding.
In trials of oneness,
we suffer.

2007.

poem by jade Ni.
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In Solitude

A glass of red wine spent
Recalling life's events
Crowded in my skin
In Solitude

Relishing a melody of lament
Drifting through my window
Gliding in uninvited
In solitude

Last night I cried out loud
For the sake of hearing a sound
Though I did not hear me
In solitude

Gawking at my naked fear
Of living a life unseen
Yearning to belong
In solitude

I woke up in the evening
Read a book out loud
My voice wavering
In Solitude

As the heroine yearned
In an isolated crowd
To be loved
In solitude

I walked around naked
In my new home
My skin in flames
In solitude

Every molecule of air
Brushing against me
Scorched in vain
In solitude

It was raining that morn
When I came to life
My throat stinging
In solitude

I see no soul
I hear no breathing
I smell no skin
In solitude

I mourn not waking up
Next to my beloved
To warm my frozen hind
In solitude

Yet, I feel no cold
And life goes on
As I bury myself
In solitude

poem by Deva De Silva
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Accademia Dei Solinghi

KANTATE IHR VOELKER HOERT

IT is her alone
Now singing
Her lonely song
As though
She is on a very
High tower
On a very
High mountaintop.

WHAT I admire
most is her skill
Of singing
Solitude as though
It is a common
Piece
That any maiden
Of the town
Can sing

and
Sing it well.

A perfect voice
Of solitude
Singing

Alleluia
Alleluia

The God
On High
Shall come
And the
Bride must
Be ready
for the
God-groom

She sings so
Skillfully
And the mountains
And valleys and
All the people
Of the town
Listen and
They cannot
Tell what time
Is it because

All they do
Is listen to
Her as she
sings
Skillfully the
song of solitude

I too was sleepless
I learned the art
Of simply be
Myself
of simply
Be
in solitude

Unknown
to all
She sings

Because she
Is sleepy
and

She did not
Believe
in the

Power of solitude

In fact
what she
Really
believed
In and
what made
Her sing is
The power
of
Her song
It was
her
Projection
Of solitude

Which they
Really mistook

solitude

Her song
May be about
Solitude

She was not.
she was not really

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Attitude (Lyrics)

Maybe I act on confused behavior.
Maybe waves crash like semi-trailer.
Maybe I’ll spend my off time without you.
It seems like we need our own space.

And all this time I wasted away;
Do not feel good unless you stay stay stay.
And all this time I chased you away,
Simply to catch back up with,

Your solitude is welcome welcome.
Your attitude is welcome welcome.
Your solitude is welcome, welcome
Your attitude is welcome.

All you see is red lights behind me,
Maybe this isn’t what you wanted baby.
And I don’t blame you falling backwards,
No one’s ever quite confused you this way.

And all this time we wasted away;
We don’t feel good unless we’re gray gray.
And all the times I chased you away,
I simply don’t feel good.

Your solitude is welcome welcome.
Your attitude is welcome welcome.
Your solitude is welcome welcome.
Your attitude is welcome.

You are welcome.
You are welcome.
You are welcome.
You are welcome.

All this time,
We heard,
Alarms,
Come to find,
We fell,
Apart.
This whole thing has crashed down,
Crashed down.
All this time,
We heard,
Alarms.

Your solitude is welcome welcome.
Your attitude is welcome welcome.
Your solitude is welcome welcome.
Your attitude is welcome.

You are welcome.
You are welcome.
You are welcome.
You are welcome....

poem by Satan's Sibling
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The End Revisited

We journey to a place of solitude
infinite solitude
So beautiful and far from the pain

a new chance
a rest
rush

look to this razor
the gateway
perfect dicotomy
metal and skin

Feel alive
the metal blade so perfect
good-bye
not yet

here again
Once more to play the game

poem by Flash Phrase
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In Solitude

In solitude I remain
With absolutely nothing to gain
Perhaps in time I will be strong
You see! Solitude is not my favourite song

A solitary place
Is not where I belong
Read my lips and trace the lines on my face
You see! Solitude is not my favourite song

But social isolation
Combined with social manipulation
Places me once again in solitude
You see! Solitude is not my preferred attitude

This isn’t a journey of spiritual enlightenment
As some people might say to my resentment
But in great loneliness of this magnitude
I must find some self awareness in solitude

I must find strength and pretend
That everyone around me is my friend
To put this state of scale of elevation to an end
I must pretend, I must pretend
That even Solitude is my friend

poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Sonnet: Solitude

‘Wabi’ in art, thy name is Solitude!
That gives artists, the mind’s calm to create;
Whereby, emotions get a serene mood,
And poets lament on the poor earth’s fate.

O Solitude, praised be thine attitude!
In thine waters, the poet tries to wade,
To pick a pearl, precious and in good mood,
Studding with it, the necklace that he made.

O Solitude, when mind is in my heart,
I count its every beat before I sleep;
In ecstasy, lullabied by my art
And joyful tears within my eyes, I weep.

O Solitude, if not for thee, I can’t
Play on my Lute, action Harp and chant.

poem by John Celes
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Pain...and...Joy

You Are The Pain and The Joy

You are the Pain and the joy
on the stage of life.

You are the pain hunger and the joy
of food on ones table.

You are the pain of the homeless,
and the joy, of the home,
in His heart.

You are the pain on a bitter,
winter day and the joy, in
the warmth of the sun.

You are the pain and joy, in the
solitude, of those moments alone.

You are the pain and joy, that
lingers in ones heart.

You are the pain in music that is bad,
and you are the joy, in my song
of life.

You are the pain, in the tragedies
of the world, and the joy in the
goodness of people.

You are the pain of the orphans of
the street, and the joy, in a
mothers love.

You are the pain, in a sometime unjust
world, and the joy in the spirit
of ones heart.

You are the pain, in the loss of
loved ones, and the joy, when they
are seated at His table.

You are the pain of self destructive
addiction and the joy in redemption.

You are the pain, in the sicknesses of
this world, and the joy in the
hope of recovery.

You are the pain in the misery of the poor,
and disenfranchise, and the joy, in
the parts of society, that attempts to,
raise them up.

You are the pain and you are the joy,
in all things. For you see, in life, there
can not be joy...unless there is pain.

poem by Joe Fazio
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In LIfe...Unless There Is Pain...There Can Not Be Joy