Week 287 (November 22-28). Poems. Topic: Isolation.

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You have until the 28th of November to post a poem, and November 29-December 1, we’ll vote for which one we thought was best.

Please post directly into the topic and not a link. Please don’t use a poem previously used in this group.

Your poem can be any length.

This week’s topic is: Isolation

The rules are pretty loose. You could write a poem about anything that has to do with the subject but it must relate to the topic somehow.

Have fun!

Thank you to James of Carlyn for suggesting the topic.

[Angel]

Good Enough


I’m not good enough to be your girl
Not good enough to be your woman child
I’m good enough to toy with
To tell a tale to
When you’re through, I’m not good enough to be in love with you
I’m not good enough to be your girl
Not good enough to take around the world
I’m good enough, when you’re lonely
I’m not good enough for you to know me
I’m good enough for you to own me
To tell me no one else will want me
I’m not good enough for you to love me

I’m good enough to have a little fun
I’m not good enough to be your girl
Not good enough to be your woman child
I’m not good enough to be your pal
Not good enough to break down your stone walls
Or to write my name on the bathroom stalls

I’m not good enough to be your girl
Not good enough to take around the world
I’m not good enough to lean on
I’m not good enough to be your girl
Not good enough to take around the world


Not good enough to be your woman child
I’m just someone you defiled
Someone you put on trial
A vile regret
You wish you could forget
I’m not good enough to be your girl.

[Neal]

Isolation:

I exist.
I breathe.
I eat.
I sleep.
I simply exist.

[Ryan]

Thank you, Leslie :)

[Ryan]

Death in Suburbia

Sometime past lunch, when the chores are done,
a thin lady will try to shed her husk. In her mirror,
if she turns just so, the tricksy sun will cajole grey to gold.
Until the clouds return.
She’ll climb the stairs, past her room to his; lie on a bed
in which she’s never slept. Soft from washing, her fingers
will feel almost like strangers as they walk their secret path.
With a methodical parting, functional probing, she’ll die
another small death.

~ R ~

any feedback welcome

[Edward]

Title : Loneliness
Poet : Edward Davies

Loneliness can be a curse
A solitary misery
Few can think of something worse
Than being left sans company

Isolated from the world
By location or by deed
Leaves the mind intense unfurled
Those that listen shall concede

Having no-one you can trust in
Nobody to hear ones woes
As the mind's collective dusting
Builds up in your eyes and nose

Loneliness can be a curse
A solitary misery
Few can think of something worse
Than being left sans company

[Ryan]

Angel, your poem is bleak, heartfelt and totally captivating. Reminds me a lot of the great Maya Angelou. I love it :)

[Ryan]

Neal, that sums the topic up beautifully. You say a lot with very little and pack a mighty punch.

[Ryan]

Edward, I get so much enjoyment from the way you combine wit and rhyme. 'Sans company' brought a big smile. Tight as ever, mate.

[Julie]

From Julie, great topic. Feedback welcome.

ISOLATION.
Alone, Lone Wolf,
Reticent and aloof,
Abstract thoughts,
Introspection taught,
Introvert innate,
Not a lonely plate,
Fun book friends,
Delights never end,
A pleb,for what it's worth,
On lonely Planet Earth,
Jewel of the Universe,
Cosmos, a vast church,
Life is creation,
Have we found any aliens?
Reticent and aloof,
Alone, a Lone Wolf.

[Edward]

Ryan wrote: "Edward, I get so much enjoyment from the way you combine wit and rhyme. 'Sans company' brought a big smile. Tight as ever, mate."

Cheers Ryno!

[Connie]

All Alone In a Crowded Room

by Connie D.

I’ve had enough bright lights and noise
and quite enough of dumb boy toys
of everything that bumps or swirls
and way too much of catty girls;
intellectual snobs who bore me sick
and ‘shallows’ who are way too thick,
it’s awful to be in this mood
where all I crave is solitude
yet what I fear is isolation.

[Jim]

Obama, You Promised
.... deleted, sorry.

[April]

By April


Isolation
Of my own device
I can’t, I won’t
I want to be alone

So much changed
Emotions I try and hid
Of the growing pains
Having to figure out my life

Not for my best
I know
Deep inside
I know
But I won’t let you in
I tell myself many things
My tears become common
But won’t let you see them

Isolation
My friend
In stories
I live
Keep my mind distracted
From all the changes that just happened

Yet in my silence
A cry for help
Stuck between wanting you in
And pushing you out

Tears for the separation
The trust I just can’t devote
The longing and wishing
Of a love I had to let go

I’m alone
Though it’s not true
I want to believe it
How long it’ll last
God only knows
But when my heart breaks
Isolation is my home.

[Marie]

Connie wrote: "All Alone In a Crowded Room

by Connie D.

I’ve had enough bright lights and noise
and quite enough of dumb boy toys
of everything that bumps or swirls
and way too much of catty girls;
intellectua..."

I adore this! I can most certainly relate to these feelings.

[Marie]

Hello all! Haven't written a poem in quite a while but this one just came of its own accord so here it is:

Arctic Winter

You left me here
In the bitter wind and cold
As the temperatures around me drop
So does my hope
Of being found
Of being loved
I sit here shivering
Dreaming of love and kind words
But I’m surrounded by ice and death
And the darkness draws ever nearer
In my isolation, I wonder
Will I make it out alive?
Does it even matter?

[Gretchen]

Listen
Gretchen Guerrettaz


Listen
Why won't you listen
My soul is crying out
You see but you do not hear
The isolation of your ears
The stares, not caring
Listen
Why won't you listen
I know you see a perfect porcelain doll
But on the inside the cracks are spreading
All I soon will be
Is completely broken

[James]

Title: Restless
Author: James of Carlyn

White.
All I see is white.
The walls. Ceiling. Floor.
The glass, a mild reprieve
from whiteness, evermore.
Sterility, they say, is born through cleanliness,
and sure enough, not a spot.
Not a speck that’s out of place
nor a person in the ward.
My cell, its glass a window;
the hallway, a desolate world.

Green.
The medicine they’ve given.
No noise falls upon my nervous ears.
My eyes twitch without permission.
My foot taps on the floor.
They’ve left me with the thing inside.
I can almost feel its movement, sliding,
spreading through my veins.
They say it’s not a virus,
nor a pathogen the likes of which they’ve seen before.
It seems, they say, to be something new.

Red.
The color of my eyes.
I’ve been awake for hours
and still no sign of sleep.
Isolated, in this room.
Restless, in my worry.
They’ve tried to give me hope,
but it simply won’t take.
The crimson of blood pours red.
The clash of colors of the stars I’m seeing
a spectrum of sickness.

The white, showing sterile.
The green, my treatment.
The red, my destiny.

[James]

I can't single out a single poem to give compliments to, as you've all done a magnificent job! :)

[Connie]

Marie wrote: "Connie wrote: "All Alone In a Crowded Room

by Connie D.

I’ve had enough bright lights and noise
and quite enough of dumb boy toys
of everything that bumps or swirls
and way too much of catty gir..."

Thank you Marie.

[Arun]

Feedbacks and comments are always welcome on all my posts. A simple sci-fi poem for old times sake, the nerd within me couldn't resist.

SETI

Lifeless planets aplenty,
Accompany the mortals in,
Worshipping the sun.

Now, the eyes are looking,
Into the dark dark forest,
For a companion like us.

A friend or foe unknown,
But all we seek to know is,
that we are not alone.

[Ryan]

Thought for the day: 'Not all treasure is silver and gold, mate' - Captain Jack Sparrow.

Make haste to the tavern and vote, ye pirates, Week 288 be upon us.


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Have a wonderful week!

- the mods

[Connie]

Ryan wrote: "Death in Suburbia

Sometime past lunch, when the chores are done,
a thin lady will try to shed her husk. In her mirror,
if she turns just so, the tricksy sun will cajole grey to gold.
Until the cl..."

Ryan, This feels so deeply intimate yet achingly isolating at the same time. Beautifully written.

[Connie]

Neal wrote: "Isolation:

I exist.
I breathe.
I eat.
I sleep.
I simply exist."

Neal, There are times when I have felt as starkly isolated as this poem. It really spoke to me.

[Connie]

Angel wrote: "Good Enough


I’m not good enough to be your girl
Not good enough to be your woman child
I’m good enough to toy with
To tell a tale to
When you’re through, I’m not good enough to be in love with yo..."

Angel, This character seems to be screaming that the other doesn't think she is good enough when in fact she clearly is capable of and longs for intimacy. For what ever reason, the other has forced them both to be alone.

[Connie]

Edward wrote: "Title : Loneliness
Poet : Edward Davies

Loneliness can be a curse
A solitary misery
Few can think of something worse
Than being left sans company

Isolated from the world
By location or by deed
Le..."

Edward, "As the mind's collective dusting
Builds up in your eyes and nose". Very clever. I like it.

[Ryan]

Thanks, Connie - wonderful feedback. I loved your poem this week. I'm hoping to sit and comment on them all later this afternoon:)

[Connie]

Jim wrote: "Obama, You Promised


“It's kind of like having their own apartment.”
William Glaberson, Camp 6 Guard, Guantánamo Bay Naval Station
from “Detainees' Mental Health is Latest Legal Battle,” New Yo..."

Jim, I wish this poem and link were somewhere more prominent. People in the USA are so blind to the things happening in this country. And even when they know, the say "there must be a reason", but the simple truth is at this point in our evolution there is no justification for this. Thank you for shining a light into the cells of these prisoners.

[Connie]

Marie wrote: "Hello all! Haven't written a poem in quite a while but this one just came of its own accord so here it is:

Arctic Winter

You left me here
In the bitter wind and cold
As the temperatures around me..."

Marie, Nicely done. The way this is written allows the reader to project and imagine. It makes me think of a dog I had as a child that my dad tried to get rid of in the winter by dropping it off. (good news, it found it's way home a day later......in the middle of a snow storm!)

[Connie]

Gretchen wrote: "Listen
Gretchen Guerrettaz


Listen
Why won't you listen
My soul is crying out
You see but you do not hear
The isolation of your ears
The stares, not caring
Listen
Why won't you listen
I kn..."

Gretchen, The fact that I get this illustrates that sometimes words are a great way to communicate and be understood, and sometimes they just widen the gap!

[Connie]

James of Carlyn wrote: "Title: Restless
Author: James of Carlyn

White.
All I see is white.
The walls. Ceiling. Floor.
The glass, a mild reprieve
from whiteness, evermore.
Sterility, they say, is born through cleanliness,..."

James, What an interesting take on this topic. I love it!

[Jim]

Thanks, Yusra and Connie.

[Gretchen]

Thank you Connie!