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The Life Of A Lonely Man

he sits alone
in a cold dark room
no windows
no doors
icy cold air
he sits alone
in the deep dark and gloom

poem by Tom Langmead
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I sit alone...

I sit alone
In this cold dark room
No windows no doors
Just icy cold air

I live alone
In this cold dark room
No family no friends
Just loneliness to share

I stay alone
In this cold dark room
No voices no sounds
Just nobody to care

I probe alone
In this cold dark room
In my mind in my world
Just a room filled with despair

I roam alone
In this cold dark room
No way in no way out
Just a worn but rigid snare

I rust alone
In this cold dark room
Not because there is no other way
Just because its easier that way....

poem by Deep Dark Soul Poet
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Cold Dark..

I sit alone
In this cold dark room
No windows no doors
Just icy cold air

I live alone
In this cold dark room
No family no friends
Just loneliness to share

I stay alone
In this cold dark room
No voices no sounds
Just nobody to care

I probe alone
In this cold dark room
In my mind in my world
Just a room filled with despair

I roam alone
In this cold dark room
No way in no way out
Just a worn but rigid snare

I rust alone
In this cold dark room
Not because there is no other way
Just because its easier that way....

poem by Deep Dark Soul Poet
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Cold Dark Room

i sit alone
in this cold dark room
no windows
no doors
icy cold air
i sit alone
in this cold dark room

i live alone
in this cold dark room
no family
no friends
no life to share
i live alone
in this cold dark room

i stay alone
in this cold dark room
no voices
no sounds
no one does care
i stay alone
in this cold dark room

i sit alone
in this cold dark room
no way out
no way in
but i dont care
i sit alone
in this cold dark room

i live alone
in this cold dark room
in my mind
in my world
i dont want to share
i stay alone
in this cold dark room

i stay alone
in this cold dark room
because
it's easier that way

poem by Austin Beyer
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Cold Dark Room

i sit alone
in this cold dark room
no windows
no doors
icy cold air
i sit alone
in this cold dark room

i live alone
in this cold dark room
no family
no friends
no life to share
i live alone
in this cold dark room

i stay alone
in this cold dark room
no voices
no sounds
no one does care
i stay alone
in this cold dark room

i sit alone
in this cold dark room
no way out
no way in
but i dont care
i sit alone
in this cold dark room

i live alone
in this cold dark room
in my mind
in my world
i dont want to share
i stay alone
in this cold dark room

i stay alone
in this cold dark room
because
it's easier that way

poem by Sandy Nobody
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The Guy In The Dark

The guy In The Dark
Has a Dark face without a name
And a Dark smile to hide the pain
The guy In the Dark
Doesn't know how much longer he can keep trying
Everyday he's slowly dying
The guy in the Dark
Sits all alone
But wants a place to truly call home
The guy in the Dark
Wants nothing more than to be free
….I know this because
……..that guy is me

poem by Deep Dark Soul Poet
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On The Same Day I Was So Happy

ON THE SAME DAY I WAS SO HAPPY

On the same day I have been so happy
Deep Loneliness comes in the night -
A dark dark cold cold world comes
And I feel more all alone
Than in a long time-

Our worlds inside are endlessly changing moods and minds-

I now am so alone
And anxious
And afraid also-

And I was so so happy today
So so happy in the morning
Far far
From the cold cold dark dark dark night

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Two Sons

I HAVE two sons, wife—
Two, and yet the same;
One his wild way runs, wife,
Bringing us to shame.
The one is bearded, sunburnt, grim, and fights across the sea,
The other is a little child who sits upon your knee.

One is fierce and cold, wife,
As the wayward deep;
Him no arms could hold, wife,
Him no breast could keep.
He has tried our hearts for many a year, not broken them; for he
Is still the sinless little one that sits upon your knee.

One may fall in fight, wife—
Is he not our son?
Pray with all your might, wife,
For the wayward one;
Pray for the dark, rough soldier, who fights across the sea,
Because you love the little shade who smiles upon your knee.

One across the foam, wife,
As I speak may fall;
But this one at home, wife,
Cannot die at all.
They both are only one; and how thankful should we be,
We cannot lose the darling son who sits upon your knee!

poem by William Cosmo Monkhouse
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The Fisherman

He sits by the shore
all day long casting his bait
line after line
into the lake fishing
hoping for that bite
the kind that makes his day
but nothing comes
he sits there alone
only thoughts for company
what goes through his head
while he sits there
watching cold eyed
the open lake before him
is he at peace
or making plans
who could say
he just sits there alone
watching

poem by Matthew Holloway
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All Alone

SHE SITS THERE ALL ALONE
HER CHILDREN GROWN
WITH FAMILY OF THEIR OWN
SHE WONDERS WHAT HAPPEN
CHILDREN ALL OF THREE
THEY HAVE GROWN LIKE FRUIT UPON THE TREES
GRANDCHILDREN SHE HAS SIX
GETTING HARDER TO REMEMBER THEIR NAMES
SHE SITS THERE ALL ALONE
NO ONE COMES TO VISIT
HER GRANDCHILDREN DOESN, T KNOW HER
HER CHILDREN HAS FORSAKEN HER
SHE WONDERS WHY
SHE SITS THERE ALL ALONE
SHE LOVED HER CHILDREN DEARLY
WANTED NOTHING BUT THE BEST
WORKED HARD AND WENT WITHOUT
HER CHILDREN SHE WOULD DIE FOR
SHE SITS THERE ALL ALONE
SHE WONDERS WHY
SHE THOUGHT THEY WOULD BE AROUND HER
LIKE ALL MOTHERS DO
GET TOGETHERS ON SUNDAYS
SEE A MOVIE OR TWO
SHE SITS THERE ALL ALONE
SHE REEKS HER BRAIN
WONDERS WHAT DID SHE EVER DO
TO GET SUCH COLD TREATMENT
FROM THE BABIES SHE ONCE KNEW
SHE SITS THERE ALL ALONE
THE ANGELS CAME AND CARRIED HER HOME

poem by Verna Ralph
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6th Nonsense

The room is dark, I die.
Like painting the wind, it's impossible.
If oranges were gray we might call them 'Grays'
That would be groovy.
The room is dark, I die.

The room is dark, I die.
If there's rain in Spain would it make it to Maine?
I don't think so.
Everything's Zen?
I don't think so.
The room is dark I die.

The room is dark, I die.
I want to drift through lavender fields like honey on a cotton ball.
Dig it.
But the high-talking motorcross bandits won't let me.
The sorrow.
The room is dark, I die.

The room is dark, I die.
But if I were in Punjab I never would have seen the quartet.
If only quartets had 7 people.
That's alright because bunsen burners don't cost much.
The room is dark, I die.

The room is dark, I die.
That's my favorite Bible verse.
I think it's in Lushiticus, or Nueteronomy.
The hail storms don't mean anything when you're a unicorn anyway.
The room is dark, I die.

poem by Sledge Hammer
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What looks in (windows and rain)

Rain upon windows…
Dark bedroom walls

Shimmering pastel mists
down shadowed halls

Windows of ebon black…
and cold Crystal light

Transparently solid through
Both dark and night

Seemingly liquid… in rivulets
Of slithers of rains

Silver sheet of mercury
Over fevered panes

Half seen reflections
enshroud the palpable dark

And imagined…(or real) things
Seem to quiver, dance and spark

Leaves strike... then flee
Tossed by cold fingers of wind

Tree branches rap upon the glass
as if wanting to come in

Pull covers o’er your head
Scrinch closed your eyes e’er so tight

Tis only windows they are…
So no real reason for fright

But… for what looks back in…
Through your windows tonight

poem by David Whalen
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Shadows are my sun

Ive fallen in a hole
so deep, dark and cold
No one is there
no one to hold

My eyes are bloodstained
tears and they fall to my
lips

My plams are scratched with
blood, it trickles to my
fingertips

My blood is cold and my veins
are ice and my hair is dark
dark like night

I sit in a dark corner
shadows are my sun
I fare myself,
what have i done

I pick up a mirror
but fail to look
I will only see an unknown
place so i put down,
myself i cannot face.

poem by Nicole Buckland
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Holloween poem

She loves to move alone over cold water,

She knows to move over the dark, cold water;

She loves to toss a coin into the cold, dark water,

To know it is lost beneath the water,

To later know it alone beneath the dark water.

Under the city, in the dark,

Water flows over perpetual rock.

She knows her tower above the city,

She loves to hover over the city, to see

The marrow pulse and glow, she knows

The death moan of the city, how it jewles,

How it counts, how it stretches over the shuttered provinces,

To the farthest border.

Under the city, in the dark,

Water flows over perpetual rock.

She is a ghost in the air, an Ariel;

She tells the screamers till there is silence,

She silences the wolf and the seal, the fouled horse;

She stares the hollow to remorse, to

Recall the cold, the dark, she loves

To move alone with the dark, cold water.

Under the silk-crack, the skyscape,

Under the cry-field, the tool room,

Under the city, in the dark,

Water flows over perpetual rock

poem by Rozen Maiden
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Dark.

Dark.
Dark is deep,
Is heavy
And soft,
Is gentle
And everywhere;
It's in your lungs.
Dark is in your lungs.
Dark is in limbo-land.
Dark is waxing
Waning as the
Phone is on/off ringing.
Dark is silent
Is in your bed,
And stirring the sheets,
Is your blanket tonight.
Every night.
Dark is warm/cold,
Is delecate hands
And elegant jewelry
Is wormed into your head.
And shiney
And thin
Is film over your eyes.
Dark.
Dark is in love.
Dark wants
You to sleep well
Tonight.

poem by Maia AlmediaAmir
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My Heart Is Like An Ocean

my heart is like an ocean
cold, dark, deep and black
with strange, dark, mysterious things
hidden in the depths

as men get lost at see
so does the rhythmic beatings of my heart
and like the waves of cold and salt wash over the sandy beaches
so of waves of sorrow and despair wash over my cold lifeless heart

my heart is like an ocean
cold, dark, deep and black
an as little creatures slowly eat away at the depths
so do my secrets, hopes and desires, eat away at he depths of my heart

poem by Zooey Lichty
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Dark Cold Sound

A dark cold sound...
A dark cold sound tears the life I'm given
Ignite the vision
The vision that brought cold wind against my childhood soul.
The root of unspoken fear
The root grows deep in my heart
A dark cold sound tears at my life
Over and over...
The time when rest is as distant as childhood
When I knew peace
The time when I was happy
The time when I knew peace
Before it came after me
It's coming after me
A dark cold sound

song performed by by Zao from Liberate Te Ex Inferis
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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I Step Out Of The Door

i step out of the door
from my dark room the windows are not opened
it is humid
it is cold
and i step out of the door the windows still closed
i lock the door and step upon a patch of green grass
the dews are hanging on the blades
and shaken

i look upon a sky
and there is this star still shining despite the opening of the
mouth of the morning
after a deep sleep

i see your face but i promise there shall be no tears.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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One London Night

‘Cold do you have any reason
For smitting me' she cries.

The cold tears through the London night
In the North West and grabs her body

She sits quietly in darkness with
A painful guest in the shade of night
How she cries and enwraps in a blanket

She reaches for her willing company, the phone
But it has no voice. There in the dark
On the coach she couches

poem by Jerry Waterfields
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The Wraith

Ah me, it is cold and chill
And the fire sobs low in the grate,
While the wind rides by on the hill,
And the logs crack sharp with hate.

And she, she is cold and sad
As ever the sinful are,
But deep in my heart I am glad
For my wound and the coming scar.

Oh, ever the wind rides by
And ever the raindrops grieve;
But a voice like a woman's sigh
Says, 'Do you believe, believe?'

Ah, you were warm and sweet,
Sweet as the May days be;
Down did I fall at your feet,
Why did you hearken to me?

Oh, the logs they crack and whine,
And the water drops from the eaves;
But it is not rain but brine
Where my dead darling grieves.

And a wraith sits by my side,
A spectre grim and dark;
Are you gazing here open-eyed
Out to the lifeless dark?

But ever the wind rides on,
And we sit close within;
Out of the face of the dawn,
I and my darling,--sin.

poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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A Repost Of The Past Poem

i step out of the door
from my dark room the windows are not open
it is humid and cold

i step out of the door the windows are still closed
i lock the door and step upon a patch of green grass
the dews are hanging on the blades and shaken

i look upon the sky
and there is this star still shining
despite the opening of the mouth of the morning
i was in deep slumber
i close my eyes
i see your face but i promise there shall be no tears.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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