We mustnt dwell, not today, not on rex manning day

"I used to think the worst thing in life was to end up alone, it's not... the worst thing in life is to end up with people who make you feel alone". Robin Williams

Sabrina 😢

Alone.

That's narcissistic

Hearts can break. Yes, hearts can break. Sometimes I think it would be better if we died when they did, but we don't - King

I love the poem but wish someone would do a reading of it that isn't too slow or over-the-top melodramatic. Most of tne spoken word presentations of this one are inauthentic and disappointing.

I used to sit in front of his room at UVA and read his poetry

a mans last battle..............................

Sounds like bukowski

A darkest shade of black. But beautiful))

One may not get the real taste of this poem without the reader. I don't know how many times, how many days I have come here to listen to this. Priceless

Bungou Stray Dogs -

amen.......

❤❤❤good

a lead is continuall, if it can stay a lead through the change of laws and justices, according to world/ global growth, we find the most outstreached, uprite, straight, path.

Anyone in 2024

The pain is silent yet screams like sirens. Tears of pain and years of trauma. From an early age of life, thoughts of silence overtook my life. Silence that screams silence that takes,thoughts so loud it shakes my brain,yet know one ever hears a thing. I guess this is reality. Maybe one day things will change my life might never be the same. Who am i, the one to blame. Awake in silence years of pain. Alone im living, living in pain. I still pray to this day, but the pain still hasnt gone away.

Till I die I will try an find a purpose , an my love .. even if my chance with one had already come an gone was blinded buy life's fog life's incredible tragedies as was born into an somehow moved on from .. yet I still can't but help look foward too death most fear it run from it .. I myself look foward too that final day cause the die I die I will truly be free

amzing sight

l like like that l m happy with that

We all have our own inner experiences based on our unique perceptions of the world that we cannot share with anyone except the rare person we may meet who has walked a parallel path; otherwise, we are all, basically alone but with God who knows why we are who we are. This poem is stunning and beautiful.

That's pretty deep

One of favorite poets. This poem is my inner child, always alone. 😢Here April, 29, 2024.

Something about it just makes me think of childhood abuse, and the way it changes you for life

Edgar je můj největší favorit ze všech umělců, co kdy byli…. Mám dloooooouhej seznam! Edgar je No.1!

I love Allah

POV You're an intelligent person but you also have a lot of depth.

Nessuno e il mio nome!!!

💖I loved alone.

'Go placidly amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence..' - Desiderata

❤

He just like me fr

Everwhere you go there is propaganda, take a second to think about it.

Heartfelt narrations in poetic verses .😊❤

Poor poets they spend their entire lives thinking in on themselves causing themselves misery. Rationalaility is it's own worse enemy and its so easy to destroy yourself with thought.

Still keep coming right back to this... Beautiful.

ဆပ်မိာင်ဒစ် ။ အိုင်ကန်ဒူးမိုး၊ အိုင်ဒဲယ်မိုး။ maybe not. But I won't beg except for death.

What I find so interesting is the change of meaning when translated to German. The „and all I’ve loved ,I loved alone“ means in german that he only loves the things others dońt love. That he finds love or joy in his uniqueness or loneliness. Though I don’t really think it’s negative at all, since not sharing something is sometimes for the better and preserves ones love something.

FOREVER LOST - Lili I sat upon a lonely beach, watched the gulls and crabs devour The remains of one large man, no clothes, no eyes, one hand As I enjoyed the morning sun, the waves had washed him clean I lazed there for a little while and then began to dream And wondered of his story, his sad demise upon the sand. - I slowly woke when day had cooled and found I wasn’t alone A Spectre sat at my right side and smiled at my surprise I was a wanderer he said, a Tramp, a Sailor wild And I pray the sea will take me and scatter all my bones I’ll tell the story of my murder, no profit now in lies For I was just a Gypsy stolen from my tribe as child. - Sunken deep within the mire of crime, four lads with time to kill And kill we did whenever, we found the chance of coin The guilty and the innocent, none spared or conscience felt The hand of Satan on my shoulder, the tempest in my loins But treachery’s around us all and treachery was dealt When I stole within the clan, a wench I didn’t own.- I lost my eyes, I lost my hand, I’m destined now to roam The lonely shore for evermore, no life, no friends, no hand He wandered back to where his form lay rotting on the sand Sometimes I hear a wailing, from that Spectre in the foam He cannot see, he can’t be free, his anger, hate demand The death of any stranger who happens by his home. - The beach looks so inviting for swimmers to its shore Currents deep and fast, take the unwary to the deep Every Summer takes its toll, the Spectre calls for more The warning signs upon the sand only tempt the brave Dragged out to sea among the fish, reward eternal sleep There’ll be no sleep for the vagabond, the sand his lonely grave.

GIÀ PASSATO UN ANNO......🙏🙏

Beautiful

Gee. I wonder why people talk about toxic masculinity and misogyny. I'm sure it's completely unrelated to sht like pairing a generic pretty lady face with "a demon in my view". You're alone for a reason. Your misogyny's why.

I feel this poem more than understand it

Nice to know when you are not alone with that feeling😅.

I MUST break free from the old man esk wizard crow.

This voice I hear. From another nightmares dream.

Aloneness is a death sentence.

Poe s poem befits most individuals.. if not all on earth.. most times if not at all times.. after all everything is bound to die vanish diminish . or simply disappear .. unless for our spiritualty that drives us to proceed.

My life is like the stock market in the 1920s A rollercoaster of ever descending happiness