Poems about being alone in a crowd
Alone In A Crowd Quotes (20 quotes)
Alone In A Crowd - Poem by Alison Smith
After a breakup, there is a great feeling of loneliness that overcomes us. For so long, we felt that we were a part of something bigger than ourselves. Suddenly we are left with the realization that we no longer have another to lean on. The loneliness is overwhelming. We have become used to having someone with us all the time. We probably made all our decisions together. To suddenly be alone after intense togetherness is a very lonely feeling.
Lonely is just one word chosen to represent so much To tell of feelings inside that the senses cannot touch - - - - - - -I found this poem in Bri Edwards' February Showcase poems. It is really a wonderful poem touching the core of heart. Congratulations for such a beautiful write! Report Reply. Loneliness represents many things.
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She wanders through the crowd It is as though she wasn't even there No one acknowledges her presence She is but a breath of air. Have you ever felt alone in a crowd? Wished you could be part of the scene Felt as if everyone looks passed you Wondered what it would be like to be heard.
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It is ironic that the more connected we get to each other via social media, the less we connect face to face, and there's a lot to be said for that face-to-face connection. For one thing, you can't hug someone on Facebook, and there's a lot that simply cannot be said, and that is better conveyed through body language. Even a look can mean everything when a person can't find the words.
Sign in with Facebook Sign in options. Join Goodreads. Quotes tagged as "alone-in-a-crowd" Showing of I played no part. I was on the edge. Everything around me, grey. It was the same old feeling, back again.
Life is blowing drop by drop, Death is growing drop by drop, Fields I'm plowing one by one, It is the cruelty of life that we must suffer, and even crueller that we suffer alone, your thoughtful words are deeply poignant as they are melancholic, this bares a hard hitting feel that I understand to well. It speaks to me and for that I love it. Report Reply. A poet is always alone.
Alone in crowds to wander on, And feel that all the charm is gone Which voices dear and eyes beloved Shed round us once, where'er we roved -- This, this the doom must be Of all who've loved, and loved to see The few bright things they thought would stay For ever near them, die away. Though fairer forms around us throng, Their smiles to others all belong, And want that charm which dwells alone Round those the fond heart calls its own, Where, where the sunny brow? The long-known voice -- where are they now? Thus ask I still, nor ask in vain, The silence answers all too plain. Oh, what is Fancy's magic worth, If all her art cannot call forth One bliss like those we felt of old From lips now mute, and eyes now cold? No, no -- her spell in vain -- As soon could she bring back again Those eyes themselves from out the grave, As wake again one bliss they gave. A mesmerizing and cleverly written.