Novel & Cerita Loneliness Poems Short

I craved for affection when I dwelled in the mortal realm, didn’t I? Oh, how jealous I used to feel of the people around me who had someone who wanted them. How lonely I used to feel. It’s now I realize that since I came here, I didn’t feel that once. The loneliness. It seemed to have been left behind in that mortal real ever since he bought me here. He was with me, in some way or the other. Either keeping an eye on me or keeping me company. I wonder what will happen if I go away right now? Will I find the same loneliness again? I find myself moving closer to him as I sink deeper into the pool of my thoughts. It feels like he’s the bottom and I am the anchor who’s sinking deep due to the wei

As I scrolled down, I came across a photo. Her account was mostly filled with videos of her singing. She rarely shared photos. In this one, she was sitting at a table, hand on her cheek, gazing out at the sea. My eyes drifted to the caption underneath: They do not know, those who do not live alone, What fear silence brings to a person; How a person speaks to themselves; How they run to mirrors, Longing for a soul, They do not know. She’d shared a poem by a Turkish author.

Hayes POV: The silence was unbearable. Without her, the walls felt like they were closing in on me. I never thought I’d know what loneliness truly meant. But tonight, as I sit in this empty apartment, I feel it clawing at my chest like some wild animal that refuses to let go. The place is too quiet. No footsteps echoing in the hallway, no soft humming from the kitchen, no scent of perfume lingering in the air. Just the stale smell of old whiskey and the faint hum of the refrigerator.

I love you. On reading the short note, May felt a surge of pain shoot up her chest as that feeling of loneliness crept it's way into her uneasy stomach. After being attached to Iby-like spending so much time with him, it was difficult to confront the bizzare emptiness and loneliness that she couldn't bring herself to accept.

In the school, when Lauren and Daphne were still chatting excitedly, a handful of mud fell from the sky and landed on the two of them. "AHH!" The two of them hurriedly stood up, shaking off the sand. .... .... Do you know a life of loneliness and one filled with pain, living a life with nothing to gain, Surrounded by darkness, overwhelmed with shame. A life without peace with no one to blame. Do you know of a place unseen, A place that holds only shattered dreams, A place filled with sorrow with no end in sight, I am given this gift each and every night. Do you know of a place so cold,

Only to have it ripped away in a second. After living with my parents for two months, I decided to visit my sisters and I was going to start with Shine. I got on the plane and as we took off, I felt a sense of sadness. Right opposite me was a couple fooling around and seeming to be in love. It reminded me of how we had become before everything came crashing down. I arrived at my Shine's home and there was a lot of hugs and kisses. Also alot of tears. Her husband was out for a few days at a work conference. We sat drinking some Choco and I was filling her in on what has been happening.

My home was eerily silent, the kind of silence that pressed against my skin like a heavy shroud. The loneliness settled in my bones, cold and unshakable. Every time he left, it felt like he took all the warmth, all the laughter, leaving only a hollow ache in his wake. The air became stale, the walls suffocating, and the world outside lost its color.

That's what I want to feel right now when my heart is cold and lonely. I want you to comfort my lonely heart. It's too painful when the fate forsake my heart alone from suffering. Seems the waves in the ocean has fallen upon my heart. And the storm I feels in my heart is as wide as the sea. But I thought your love is the only cure for this loniless. Your love is what my heart needs to hold on! My dear Lucas! I hope you feel the pain in my heart. My heart was breathless when you left me as quickly as early.

Riyana said. “I was,” Elara corrected softly. “For years.” There was a pause between them. Heavy. Uncomfortable. Elara looked back at the painting again. “This woman,” she said, pointing at the canvas, “she looks lonely. Even though she’s standing strong. Even though she hasn’t stepped into the water yet.” Riyana’s throat tightened. “Sometimes,” Elara added, “loneliness isn’t about being alone. It’s about standing in a place that was never meant for you.”

"Not of you. Of how empty this apartment feels when they're not in it. I keep telling myself I built this life on purpose, and most days I actually love it. Tonight it just feels like a very well-decorated kind of lonely, and I don't know what to do with that except call someone, and apparently the someone my brain reached for was you." "I don't think that's something to be scared of," he said quietly. "I think loneliness doesn't care how well-earned the independence around it is. You can want exactly the life you're building and still find the quiet parts of it hard some nights." "Is it like that for you too?" The question came out smaller than I intended. "On the nights they're with me?"