Loneliness Poems Short Novels & Stories

"What can Erin possibly say to keep him entertained by an inanimate object? I'm bored and it's been three minutes." He sat in silence, gentle breeze warm with humidity seeping into his virtually poreless skin. "Seriously, though, Erin. Wherever you are, hurry up. I've been bored, and...yeah." Lonely. It's a word that describes how no one is around you. Just like alone. Though, they don't necessarily mean the same thing. Alone; it felt more temporary, but something about the word lonely makes you feel as if no one was around to begin with. Uriel didn't feel lonely; he was alone. Currently, that is. Because, somewhere on the other side, Erin was gazing at the very Moon Uriel was, whispering th

She couldn't help but feel a twinge of loneliness, the empty silence of her apartment amplifying her longing for their presence. After ending the call, Arina sank into the quiet solitude of her apartment, the anticipation of dinner and the familiar strains of her favorite songs easing her worries. The comforting aroma of brewing coffee enveloped her, wrapping her in a sense of familiarity and home. She found solace in the simple pleasures of domesticity, a reminder of the love that surrounded her even in moments of solitude.

Seek It's been two months and still nothing but an utter and the silencing death of lonesome. Just the echoes of your breathing and the heat it comes with it. It rings to my ears and sends chills down my spine. But nothing beats a devastating turn of events if you are not here by my side. Even though your presence is gone, I can feel the atmosphere that was left by the distance. It brought days and weeks of weeping that evolved into a drastic cry for help.

And all who once looked on him, now turn down their eyes and suffer, beguiled . Some poisons have no antidote, but are slow, silent, torturous ends that curl up the broken body swept into a cold, dark corner.There she is left to drown in her tears — a dying heart........ . There must be different kinds of loneliness, or at least different degrees of loneliness, but the most terrifying loneliness is not experienced by everyone and can be understood by only a few.I compare the panic in this kind of loneliness to the dog we see running frantically down the road pursuing the family car.He is not really being left behind, for the family knows it is to return, but for that moment in his limited un

That was not what was thought. About what? The fact that loneliness, it turns out, can choke. As if an invisible hand is squeezing the throat and there is no strength to take a breath. The heart beats wildly, the chest hurts, the body shakes trembling. I want only one thing - to break out of the heavy, crushing walls, and run, run, run ... Anywhere, but run. Escape from an ancient fortress that sucks life out drop by drop. At least for a moment to be free, where there are no bloodied bodies, bluish dead, no living, but hopelessly dead people in the soul.

As I returned to my apartment, the familiar solitude embraced me, and a sense of loneliness washed over my heart. The space I called home was quiet, the silence a constant companion. I couldn't help but reflect on the fact that, apart from Patrick and Kelvin, I didn't have any real friends in my life. The realization weighed on me as I moved through my apartment, a gentle sigh escaping my lips. Loneliness had become a steady presence, a reminder that while I was dedicated to my work and passions, I yearned for meaningful connections and companionship.

Wearing his clothes, he took out a piece of paper from the book, but his movements halted, seeing the page filled with ink, his heart skipped a beat reading the poem, Like the moon you are flawed, then why you are the only source of light in the darkness. Like the moon, you are far, then why do you go with me everywhere making me feel a little less lonely? Like the moon, I am scared we will never be together that there are no forever. Like the moon, I adore you from afar,Always. Like the moon, you bring tides of emotions, flooding me in saving me from the numbness, this world can offer. Like the moon, you are not of this world, For you, are my moon in the heart that beats for you,

Jenny and Jess have never called since her fight with her father, and whenever she calls them they always found a reason to cut the call short. Her Mother only calls her when her father is nowhere near, which is rarely. Lily on the other hand calls her every time but never visits. even the children her niece and nephews have not been to her apartment she had no doubt they were all too scared to go against her father's wishes. Caroline was a rare gem and irreplaceable. She has not left her side since her family abandoned her. Dari called in sick to work, so she had enough time to put everything in her small apartment in order, while she awaited Caroline's arrival since her appointment was at

I never considered myself a lonely person. Eric and Laura have always been there for me, as have Julian and my father. But this Friday, when I find myself without the people who, for years, have been my pillars, I feel loneliness creeping up on me like a shadow, enveloping me in a cold embrace. Even my apartment feels empty and cold without Daddy's radiant presence, who's traveling for work and isn't expected back yet.

Liam asked directly. Anna was annoyed and pouted. The romantic atmosphere was ruined by him. “What’s loneliness? I don’t know.” “Loneliness is…” Liam thought for a while, his voice became soft, “When you don’t like sleeping alone on a bed.” His voice, as gentle as a feather, brushed her heart lightly. She felt herself melting, then she shouted at the phone. “Loneliness is when you lie on the bed, thinking about things that you can’t do alone!” Anna hung up the phone angrily.