Best Alone Poems

Lying, thinking
Last night
How to find my soul a home
Where water is not thirsty
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I am not jealous
of what came before me.
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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.
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Where had I heard this wind before
Change like this to a deeper roar?
What would it take my standing there for,
Holding open a restive door,
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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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Go from me, summer friends, and tarry not:
I am no summer friend, but wintry cold,
A silly sheep benighted from the fold,
A sluggard with a thorn-choked garden plot.
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If God compel thee to this destiny,
To die alone, with none beside thy bed
To ruffle round with sobs thy last word said
And mark with tears the pulses ebb from thee,-
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Dead men are wisest, for they know
How far the roots of flowers go,
How long a seed must rot to grow.
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So alone in my bed
Alone listening to nightly whispers
Alone in my thoughts
Alone standing in court
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My Pillow gazes upon me at night
Empty as a gravestone;
I never thought it would be so bitter
To be alone,
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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,
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The night, it is deserted
from the mountains to the sea.
But I, the one who rocks you,
I am not alone!
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Then said a teacher, 'Speak to us of Teaching.'

And he said:
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The lonely soul wanders
Alone in the walks of life
No other soul as his companion
The lonely soul wanders
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Alone i lay on a wooden raft
Alone i stay in the dark
Alone i pray to survive
Alone i may not survive
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At night, when the sea cradles me
And the pale star gleam
Lies down on its broad waves,
Then I free myself wholly
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It is not given to every man to take a bath of multitude; enjoying a crowd is an art; and only he can relish a debauch of vitality at the expense of the human species, on whom, in his cradle, a fairy has bestowed the love of masks and masquerading, the hate of home, and the passion for roaming.

Multitude, solitude: identical terms, and interchangeable by the active and fertile poet. The man who is unable to people his solitude is equally unable to be alone in a bustling crowd.
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All alone, a snowman stands, staring out at the world.
What a life!
Short, cold, freezing really,
rigidly waiting for the 'melting' feeling to arrive.
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Loneliness becomes a 'space' in time where,
Nobody seems to speak to you, you are alone,
Suspended, whilst time endlessly continues,
And your alien existence turns your mind to stone.
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O hour of my muse: why do you leave me,
Wounding me by the wingbeats of your flight?
Alone: what shall I use my mouth to utter?
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alone wherever I go
alone whatever I do
alone all the time
alone what I should do
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Daily I listen to wonder and woe,
Nightly I hearken to knave or to ace,
Telling me stories of lava and snow,
Delicate fables of ribbon and lace,
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A single rose with thorny stem
On mother nature`s tattered hem
Which no-one cares to steal away
So left to wither and decay
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My friend, I am not what I seem. Seeming is but a garment I wear- a
care-woven garment that protects me from thy questionings
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Again—his voice is at the door—
I feel the old Degree—
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I want to be alone, so to forget the World. Want
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When morning wears crown,
with white light of early dawn
When the sun goes down,
and day removes its gown
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Night is my sister, and how deep in love,
How drowned in love and weedily washed ashore,
There to be fretted by the drag and shove
At the tide's edge, I lie—these things and more:
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'Never shall a young man,
Thrown into despair
By those great honey-coloured
Ramparts at your ear,
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When I walk alone, I think of you my love
When I walk alone, I walk with broken heart
When I walk alone, I walk with sadness
When I walk alone, I walk with my silent tears
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Fallen Soldier All Alone
Fallen Soldier Far From Home.
Trickling Down His Face A Tear,
Forgetting How It Feels To Fear
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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.
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Alone I drift away,
Alone I walk a thousand miles,
Alone I fall asleep,
Alone I stare at the sky,
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To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell,
To slowly trace the forest's shady scene,
Where things that own not man's dominion dwell,
And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been;
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O, let me be alone a while,
No human form is nigh.
And may I sing and muse aloud,
No mortal ear is by.
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Why should I keep holiday,
When other men have none?
Why but because when these are gay,
I sit and mourn alone.
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Who knows of a better world should step forward.
Alone, no longer out of bravery, not wiping away this saliva,
this saliva worn upon the cheek
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alone I walk the streets at night,
alone I pray to end this life,
alone I am, alone I stay,
alone I live, in endless strife,
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What will you say tonight, poor soul in solitude,
what will you say my heart, withered till now,
to the so beautiful, so sweet, so dear one,
whose divine gaze recreated the flower?
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'Alone! ' I cried again.
'Alone I am with me!
Lonely in a world of mist
Alone, I reach to touch your wrist
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How happy is the little Stone
That rambles in the Road alone,
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I sit in the dusk. I am all alone.
Enter a child and an ice-cream cone.

A parent is easily beguiled
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ONE'S-SELF I sing--a simple, separate Person;
Yet utter the word Democratic, the word En-masse.

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In the dark I stand alone
In the dark I think this is my home

I think of you in the dark
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Deeply morbid deeply morbid was the girl who typed the letters
Always out of office hours running with her social betters
But when daylight and the darkness of the office closed about her
Not for this ah not for this her office colleagues came to doubt her
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A man alone
is a night alone
is a poem alone
a man alone
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I imagine how it would be if I were up there with no air
All alone in the night
The stars makes it bright
And brings back my sight
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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.
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How are you my star?
Are you still alone?
Or you talked to the moon?
And why are u so sad? did he came?
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A heart breaks easier alone
When no one sees you crying
When no one notices at all
That inside you are dying
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Shall we, too, rise forgetful from our sleep,
And shall my soul that lies within your hand
Remember nothing, as the blowing sand
Forgets the palm where long blue shadows creep
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Alone in the velvet darkness,
a soul dwells
in ignorance
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THOU, Sibyl rapt! whose sympathetic soul
Infused the myst’ries thy tongue failed to tell;
Though from thy lips the marvellous accents fell,
And weird wise meanings o’er the senses stole,
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When you are mixed with many I descry
A single light, and judge the rest thereby.
But when you are alone with me, why then,
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Eyes are at rest, the stars are setting.
Hushed are the stirrings of birds in their nests,
Of monsters in the ocean.
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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.
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1.0 Alone

Alone and alone – you are alone
We are with you – you are alone
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Not alone
Am not alone, not alone
Each time i feel alone
I feel someones presence
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I.

Ah! wherefore by the Church-yard side,
Poor little LORN ONE, dost thou stray?
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I.
They die--the dead return not--Misery
Sits near an open grave and calls them over,
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I spied John Mouldy in his celler,
Deep down twenty steps of stone;
In the dusk he sat a-smiling
Smiling there all alone.
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I HEARD thee laugh,
And in this merriment
I defined the measure of my pain;
I knew that I was alone,
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Waking alone in a multitude of loves when morning's light
Surprised in the opening of her nightlong eyes
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The end of the affair is always death.
She's my workshop. Slippery eye,
out of the tribe of myself my breath
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WHEREFORE ever ramble on?

For the Good is lying near,
Fortune learn to seize alone,
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She makes her way through the dark trees
Down to the lake to be alone.
Following their voices on the breeze,
She makes her way. Through the dark trees
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Everyone stands alone at the heart of the world
pierced by a ray of sunlight,
and suddenly it is evening.
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I know I'm not alone
lets take a stand
lets fight it together
lets support each other
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I nursed it in my bosom while it lived,
I hid it in my heart when it was dead;
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SMALL is the theme of the following Chant, yet the greatest--namely,
One's-Self--that wondrous thing a simple, separate person.
That, for the use of the New World, I sing.
Man's physiology complete, from top to toe, I sing. Not physiognomy
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Well, I'm listening to the pitter-patter of the rain
Alone in the middle of the night
My ol'heart begins to feel the pain
Of missing you with all my might
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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,
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I sit in my living room with my cell
my fingers pressing its buttons but they always fail
to search a friend to whom I should call
but my bad luck, every time from the sofa i fall.
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What do we see here in the sand dunes of the white moon alone with our thoughts, Bill,
Alone with our dreams, Bill, soft as the women tying scarves around their heads dancing,
Alone with a picture and a picture coming one after the other of all the dead,
The dead more than all these grains of sand one by one piled here in the moon,
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Day's rain is done. The rainy mist of night
Spreads on the sky, leaden apparel wearing,
And through the pine-trees, like a ghost appearing,
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alone in my darknees

i was alone...
alone i live in my darkness..
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When I was young in school in Switzerland, about the time of the Boer War,
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Angel statues frozen in time,
As you hear a wedding chime,
Hearing the preacher mumble,
Faces of the statue crumble.
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Watch as I have to look
Looking as I have to understand
Understanding as I have to accept
Accepting as I have to face
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("The Story of the Gadsbys")

What the moral? Who rides may read.
When the night is thick and the tracks are blind
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With one black shadow at its feet,
The house thro' all the level shines,
Close-latticed to the brooding heat,
And silent in its dusty vines:
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There was darkness under Heaven
For an hour's space--
Darkness that we knew was given
Us for special grace.
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When Wisdom tells me that the world’s a speck
Lost on the shoreless blue of God’s To-Day...
I smile, and think, ‘For every man his way:
The world’s my ship, and I’m alone on deck!’
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Leisure, thou goddess of a bygone age,
When hours were long and days sufficed to hold
Wide-eyed delights and pleasures uncontrolled
By shortening moments, when no gaunt presage
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Alone, alone, alone
I was all alone
I was alone in my mother’s womb
I will be alone in my grave beneath the tomb
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To walk as you walk, green eye, smiler, not
Even ostentatiously alone but simply
Alone ... arching the back in courteous discourtesy,
Gathering the body as a dancer before an unworthy
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The silver moon is set;
The Pleiades are gone;
Half the long night is spent, and yet
I lie alone.
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she hides in her room
the one in that broken home
she walks alone
headphones blaring
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Love alone triumphs
Over the History, centuries old
Not the lovers, nor the beloved
Galleries of memories get lost,
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Prudence Mears hath an old blue plate
Hid away in an oaken chest,
And a Franklin platter of ancient date
Beareth Amandy Baker's crest;
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Sister saying—‘Soon you'll be back in the ward,'
sister thinking—‘Only two more on the list,'
the patient saying—‘Thank you, I feel fine';
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THE snow-flakes fall in showers,

The time is absent still,
When all Spring's beauteous flowers,
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