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Lonely days

On lonely days The breeze blows hot Mosquitoes whisper bad songs And the heart makes bad calls

Lonely mushroom in the garden

the lonely palm tree

this photo was taken by me , has a little story ; that day was windy admiring the clouds moving fast in the sky , a lonely teen girl just sitting by herself next to her high school thinking about life about responsibilities about future while I'm busy of thinking and the view felt so relatable , that tree was also alone and guided by the wind it was the most beautiful one and the taller to conclude that palm tree the prettiest one but also the strong wind destroy the view .

Lonely.

It's story of everyone who is lonely

Things to do when your going through break-up.

Going through a breakup can be difficult and painful, but there are some steps you can take to help yourself heal and move on. Here are some suggestions: 1. Allow yourself to feel the emotions: It's important to acknowledge and feel the emotions that come with a breakup, such as sadness, anger, and confusion. Don't suppress them or pretend they're not there. It's okay to grieve the end of a relationship. 2. Take time for self-care: Focus on taking care of yourself by eating healthy, getting enou

Lonely soul

Sometimes people find you weird and end up being lonely

Lonely

Have you ever felt alone even in the midst of people?

Long Lonely road

Long lonely road The long, lonely road stretches on, No end or beginning in sight, Emptiness and darkness surround me, An abyss I cannot fight. The flicker of stars in the sky, Promise of hope in the night, Fading like a forgotten dream, Dissolving into the light. The winds blow prophetic warnings, And whisper secrets in my ear, Of an unknowable destiny, A future that I cannot hear. The darkness taunts me onward Through my distant, foggy flight, Lifting my sorrows to heaven, To roam this endless

The Inner Terrorist

The Inner Terrorist. By Drich The Poet. In my ups and downs It comes Confined in my place of solitude I’m a prisoner in myself Seeking salvation every single time I see they want to see it And de-capitalize me for pleasure's sake They call it addiction I call it a terrorist. A terrorist without a weapon. It comes knocking like an ordered Uber Dressed in a camo tank outfits With candies and lollipop for me If I try to hide, where will that be? From the sound of my alarm To the clap of my padlock

Lonely Mountain

My own poem

Feelings

These days, I don't want to have high expectations for people because I don't want my mind to be messy. This is because the higher the expectation, the greater the disappointment and disappointment to bear. So I don't try to get close to everyone. I wanted to save my energy and use it for someone I really care about.

Coward At Heart

A coward at heart But with a fearless mouth Full of desire and longing But never daring to reach out Eyes of envy stare at those who dare While she shrank back cowardly Yet she couldn't stop hoping Hoping for a bravery pill To give her the courage To step forward without fright Reaching out for the things she desired But she knew that her hope were nothing but a fallacy A fantasy A dream that could never come true And because she knew it She understood that all she would ever be Was a coward at

A poem for my lonely grandmother

Grandmother's solitude a heavy weight,longing for love before it's too late.

Lonely feeling with thoughts of mine

You are the night, I am the moon, The time we are meeting, It's a pleasure my dear.... As soon as I got the distance second, Is it love, I found it my love..... You are the bank, I am the wave which is touching you... Oh ... My heart beats like a foam, Oh my soul.... Tell the love, In the edge of my ear ... A single look is enough to die, My soul..... Another single look is enough to born....

A lonely road

Is this the step in the right direction? Thus that mean I am going to loose my friends and families This path is only taken by the bold and fearless Can I really take that path A path I know in my heart that there is no turning back A path that is going to attract haters and repel lovers. A path that is going live me lonely in the end This is going to be a lonely road for sure.

Lonely

It's evening again ,the house is still empty,the heart still aching. When will this grief end ,you would think I would let someone in ,but I can't not after the last one.All people do is hurt ,so I'd rather be alone than hurt . I'd rather face the loneliness each day than be completely shattered by someone who will bring happiness .I choose to be lonely but for my own good

No. 2

No. 2 It's what i've always been I've walked behind a pair No one would even care I've sat alone in the back seat of a car Remained silent like a chargeless guitar I would try again and again but life became blue and grey No one even glances my way Life in the books; i envy it so much cause I've realized friendship like that is something out of my clutch Someone be willing to die? For me? I can barely call them when i need. So I idealize friendship of a book's script Hoping one day it will fill

Hopeful Bird Heals Lonely Heart

In a quaint village, an elderly man named Samuel, burdened by loneliness, discovers a wounded bird with a broken wing. His compassionate care for the bird, whom he names "Hope," brings newfound purpose to his life. As he nurses Hope back to health, an unspoken bond forms, and their story unfolds against the backdrop of changing seasons. Samuel's act of kindness and the bird's recovery become a heartwarming tale of resilience, transformation, and the enduring power of hope.

ISLAND

ISLAND. Excortion to an island all face to the sea, No ship for all but canoe for each, No help to paddle all to paddle for self, Parents to sponsor no follow to travel, Teacher to tutor not tutor to travel, Sea our classroom we paddle by ourselves. Class of sea as everyone paddling, Different name for different canoe, Same direction but going like fingers, Same dream with different effort, One knowledge but some dull to paddle, First the target but one for the target. Many behind playing and paddling, Mate's forward they paddle and play, Study as paddling drop paddle for tide, Hope on tide the tide at test, Pray for tide drop paddle for tide, Tide to against and sink they fail. Island we reach not reach by all, Many regret journey and again they see, Few at back the failures to repeat, Excortion again another again to paddle, Island with a name they call it SUCCESS.

Blank Page

A blank page could be a nightmare Sometimes it is hard to fare A blank page could be an invitation Inviting you to create a new creation A single mark could be a deterrent telling you that you just can't A single mark could be a beginning The start of ideas forming A start could be a threat Reminding you to finish what you regret A start could be encouraging Pushing you until you've got the finished thing I finished product could be embarrassing Making you wonder what was the point of starting A