23 junio, 2024

20 original and classic loneliness poems

Loneliness is enjoyed by some people and hated by others. Some people need to be alone and seek to be away from others. Others need others to feel calm and happy.

In the following loneliness poems you will be able to observe the reflections made on this subject by classic poets such as Juan Ramón Jiménez, Gabriela Mistral, Mario Benedetti, John Keats, Edgar Allan Poe, Rosalía de Castro, among others. In addition, you will be able to reflect with the original poems of our author.

Loneliness poems by classical authors

«Loneliness» (Juan Ramón Jiménez)

Everything is in you, sea, and yet,

how without you you are, how alone,

How far, always, from yourself!

Opened in a thousand wounds, every moment,

which my forehead,

your waves go, like my thoughts,

and they come, they come and they come,

kissing, parting,

in an eternal meeting,

sea, and unknown.

It’s you, and you don’t know it

your heart beats and you don’t feel it…

What fullness of solitude, only sea!

Reflection: the poet humanizes the sea and in that transformation attributes solitude to each marine element that is poeticized.

«I do not have loneliness» (Gabriela Mistral)

It is the helpless night

from the mountains to the sea.

But I, the one who rocks you,

I don’t have loneliness!

it is heaven helplessness

if the moon falls into the sea

But I, the one who hugs you,

I don’t have loneliness!

is the world helpless

and the sad meat goes.

But I, the one who oppresses you,

I don’t have loneliness!

Reflection: the poem expresses the loneliness of the night and the desert of the world, but that there is always someone to find refuge in.

“Dig Memories” (Mario Benedetti)

loneliness is an oasis

is in dispute

has no shadow

and it’s pure bone

loneliness is an oasis

does not signal

weighs in the night

ignores everything

loneliness forgets nothing

dig memories

is naked

she locks herself up

Reflection: the poem expresses what can be remembered while in solitude.

«To Solitude» (Francisco Sosa Escalante)

Truce looking for the longing that I feel

to you a refuge, solitude, I ask you;

Roll my hours in stillness and oblivion,

find rest in you my thought.

Those who enjoy happiness and contentment

enjoying the love of a loved one,

those who are happy, among the noise

of the world, they will live without my torment.

But I who watch conjure angry

the sorrows all against my soul,

I look for your sad and silent hours.

Kind solitude, hidden pious

my tears that run overflowing;

That no one laughs at them for my bad.

Reflection: the poem talks about someone who is very lonely and isolated, seeing the happiness of others from afar.

«Loneliness» (Jaime Torres Bodet)

If you take one more step you are left alone…

On the threshold of a time

which is not yours yet and is no longer mine.

On the first rung

of a rapid ladder that no one

You will never be able to tell if it goes down or up.

At the beginning of a spring

that, for your pathetic hemisphere,

will never work out

but the chaste reverse of an autumn…

because the fragile hour

on which your foot rests is a mirror,

If you take one more step, you’re left alone.

Reflection: the poem points to someone who, if he walks away, will lose a lot and be left alone.

To Solitude (John Keats)

O loneliness! If I have to live with you

that is not in the messy suffer

of murky and gloomy abodes,

let us climb the steep staircase together;

nature observatory,

contemplating the valley its delicacy,

its flowery slopes,

its crystal clear river running;

let me watch, sleepy,

under the roof of green branches,

where the deer rush past,

waving the bees in their bells.

But, although with pleasure I imagine

these sweet scenes with you,

the soft conversation of a mind,

whose words are innocent images,

it is the pleasure of my soul; and surely it should be

the greatest joy of humanity,

to dream that your race may suffer

by two spirits that together decide to flee.

Reflection: the poem represents the desire that being alone is not something sad, but to be able with her to observe good and beautiful things to reflect on.

«Alone» (Edgar Allan Poe)

Since the time of my childhood I have not been

as others were, I have not seen

as others saw, I could not bring

my passions of a simple spring.

From the same source I have not taken

my regret, I could not wake up

my heart to jubilation with the same tone;

and everything I loved, I loved Alone.

Then—in my childhood—at dawn

from the most stormy life, he took out

from every depth of good and bad

the mystery that still binds me:

of the torrent, or the source,

from the red cliff of the mountain,

Of the sun that revolved around me

in its autumn dyed with gold,

lightning in the sky

when it flew past me,

of thunder and storm,

and the cloud that took the form

(When the rest of Heaven was blue)

of a demon before my sight.

Reflection: the poem expresses feelings and experiences of someone who grew up alone.

«Loneliness» (Ella Wheeler Wilcox)

Laugh, and the world laughs with you:

cry, and you will cry alone.

What the sad old earth must lend is joy

but she herself has enough problems.

Sing, and the hills will answer you;

he sighs, and will be lost in thin air.

The echoes bounce in a joyous sound,

but they shrink without considering the voice.

Rejoice, and men will seek you:

grieve, and they will turn and go.

They completely want your entire pleasure,

but they don’t need your misfortune.

Show yourself happy and many will be your friends;

show yourself sad and you will lose them all.

There is no one who declines your wine nectar,

but you must drink the gall of life in solitude.

Celebrate, and your halls will be full,

fast, and the world will ignore you.

Succeed and give, and that helps you live,

but no one can help you die.

There is room in the halls of pleasure

for a long and dignified train,

But one by one we all have to parade

through the narrow corridors of pain.

Reflection: the poem talks about the reality that is lived when you go through bad times in which nobody accompanies you and you end up alone.

«From solitude» (Carlos Bousoño)

From here, lonely, without you, I am writing to you now.

I am without you and your life of my living takes over.

I would like to tell you that in my pupil dwells

your little figure as slight as the small light.

I never knew how to tell you how your love is mine

how I have not looked at reality to see you,

and how when contemplating you I felt empty,

and how much I wanted to be to deserve you.

And how much I wanted to be reached, because it was

your look proud of having loved me one day;

of stopping over me, over that

heart so small that no one saw it.

Heart so small that you have known so much

in its minimal accent that your presence names,

and that it is inside the chest like a slight moan,

like a light hand scratching at a shadow.

Reflection: the poem is dedicated to someone who is no longer here.

«Loneliness» (Rosalía de Castro)

A gentle river, a narrow path,

a lonely field and a pine forest,

and the old rustic and simple bridge

completing such pleasant solitude.

What is loneliness? to fill the world

Sometimes a single thought is enough.

That’s why today, fed up with beauty, you find

the bridge, the river and the deserted pine forest.

They are not cloud or flower those who fall in love;

it is you, heart, sad or happy,

and of pain and pleasure the arbitrator,

who dries up the sea and makes the pole habitable.

Reflection: the poem describes loneliness.

original poems about loneliness

«I do not fit in you, loneliness» (Juan Ortiz)

I don’t fit in you, loneliness,

in your empty spaces under the rivers,

behind the sea,

at the invisible edge of the night,

if you look for me there,

in your guts,

I’m not.

I stay where the light abounds

like a crystal oblivious to the dark particles,

in the softness of the boat when the salt loves it,

in the palm of the ranch,

on the wing of the alcatraz,

in the infant smile planning the kite,

of the child who sees his mother,

I fit where it could be said that there will be life,

that’s why,

loneliness,

if you look for me in you,

I’m not.

Reflection: the poet addresses solitude and tells her that he is not affected by her, nor is he in the places where she lives.

«Loneliness of shipwrecked ships» (Juan Ortiz)

Loneliness of shipwrecked ships,

salt water pain,

snail louse,

you are agile to fill with forgetfulness

the soul of wood

I look at the ship on the shore,

sad,

broken in the rib cage,

and more than the evil of being thrown on the shore without being able to walk,

I decipher your inlaid gray nail in the face,

the bite on the tender wing of sleep,

scavenger of free beings deep sea,

you know where to attack.

Loneliness of shipwrecked ships,

teak grim reaper,

of the framire,

of the iroko,

I know the desire to go little by little

to the rib,

bloody sea wolf,

second death of the ship in which you live.

Reflection: the poem humanizes the ships that are shipwrecked and talks about how loneliness deteriorates them more than natural agents. A destructive power is given to loneliness.

«House Soledad» (Juan Ortiz)

The Soledad house seems lonely from the window,

His wide patio belongs to him,

and it is known because there is not a bird that flies,

not a tree that grows,

it is simple as the bank that is not there,

like the man who once stood behind the door

and that after a breath,

not anymore.

The Soledad house is narrow in its main room,

so much so that a man and a woman never fit together;

the bedroom does not resist the word love,

burns to ashes if you feel it or hear it,

and then it resurfaces like a concrete wart,

square and perfect

when he licks the name of the house.

The Soledad house has a room fitted in each letter,

wide for sighs and sobs,

for the coffee that replaces the tear,

and the sock that always knows how to lose itself;

to be there,

naked,

reading the newspaper that is life,

it’s good to disappear for a while

and getting up scared in some room for having seen what was not due.

The Soledad house simulates a void if you look at it through the peephole in the front door,

it’s just that you can’t look much,

because one ends up being the house.

Reflection: the poet poetizes human solitude as if it were a house. Some of the usual experiences of being alone are explored, including fear.

«Loneliness, where?» (John Ortiz)

Looks like,

that it is possible to touch his name

just going to the room

close the door

and place «Do not disturb» on the handle.

Inside,

it is assumed,

meets one with one,

the definitive self incarnates,

the calm,

well,

I should be the queen

because loneliness

after that ritual

has been made present.

But the accounts overwhelm,

from the center of where you think,

and from outside,

with his executioner’s whip;

oh and the problems

everyone’s complaints!

the globalization!…

Not to mention the other responsibilities,

waiting people,

routines…

the dog outside,

the tree that looks at us and blames us,

curtains,

all!

Loneliness? Moonshine!,

here you are not alone for a day.

Reflection: the poem raises how, in reality, no matter how hard we search, we will never be able to be fully in solitude.

I named you ‘Soledad’” (Juan Ortiz)

I named you «Soledad» because that’s how you gave yourself,

so you expanded on each wing of my flight,

because to this salt that sleeps in mourning

and to what I call life, you never came back.

Reflection: The verses speak of a lack of love that the poet named «Soledad» due to the evil that…

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