Poems about Anonymity and Loneliness

Year

2011

I wandered lonely as a cloud
   That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
   A host, of golden daffodils...

From "The Daffodils" by William Wordsworth

As lonely as the dead awake
Or God among the dinosaurs...

From "Museum" by Glyn Maxwell

Look: I am building absence
out of this room's air, I'm reading suppositions into
summer's script snarled on a varnished floor.
It looks like a man. That knot's his hand
waving good-bye...

From "Drawing from Life" by Reginald Shepherd


More poems about Anonymity and Loneliness:

79 by Joachim du Bellay
I do not write of love: I am no lover...
Don't Let Me Be Lonely [There was a time] by Claudia Rankine
There was a time I could say no one I knew well had died...
Alone by Maya Angelou
Lying, thinking / Last night / How to find my soul...
Angel of Duluth [excerpt] by Madelon Sprengnether
I lied a little...
At a Window by Carl Sandburg
Give me hunger...
Beyond the Pane by Greg Hewett
The frescoed cloister is closed...
Boston by Aaron Smith
I've been meaning to tell...
Danse Russe by William Carlos Williams
If when my wife is sleeping...
Dear Lonely Animal by Oni Buchanan
I'm writing to you from the loneliest, most...
Donal Óg by Isabella Augusta, Lady Gregory
It is late last night the dog was speaking of you...
Drawing from Life by Reginald Shepherd
Look: I am building absence...
Found Poem by Howard Nemerov
The population center of the USA...
Gospel by Philip Levine
The new grass rising in the hills...
How I Am by Jason Shinder
When I talk to my friends I pretend I am standing on the wings...
How the mind works still to be sure by Jennifer Denrow
You were the white field when you handed me a blank...
How to See Deer by Philip Booth
Forget roadside crossings...
I Am Much Too Alone in This World, Yet Not Alone by Rainer Maria Rilke
I am much too alone in this world, yet not alone enough...
I Am! by John Clare
I am! yet what I am none cares or knows...
I'm Nobody! Who are you? (260) by Emily Dickinson
I'm Nobody! Who are you...
Isolation: To Marguerite by Matthew Arnold
We were apart; yet, day by day...
Mnemosyne by Trumbull Stickney
It's autumn in the country I remember...
Museum by Glyn Maxwell
Sundays, like a stanza break...
On the Terrace by Landis Everson
The lonely breakfast table starts the day...
R.I.P., My Love by Tory Dent
Let us be apart then like the panoptical chambers in IC...
Sex by Michael Ryan
After the earth finally touches the sun...
Skunk Hour by Robert Lowell
Nautilus Island's hermit...
Song of Myself by John Canaday
I am a stubborn ox dreaming...
Sonnet V by Mahmoud Darwish
I touch you as a lonely violin touches the suburbs of the faraway place...
The Creation by James Weldon Johnson
And God stepped out on space...
The Daffodils by William Wordsworth
I wandered lonely as a cloud...
The Hermit Goes Up Attic by Maxine Kumin
Up attic, Lucas Harrison, God rest...
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T. S. Eliot
Let us go then, you and I...
The Sleepers by Walt Whitman
I wander all night in my vision...
The Suicide by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Curse thee, Life, I will live with thee no more...
the suicide kid by Charles Bukowski
I went to the worst of bars...
This Is a Photograph of Me by Margaret Atwood
It was taken some time ago...
Those Winter Sundays by Robert Hayden
Sundays too my father got up early...
Toro by Sarah Gambito
I'm looking for the good robin of everlasting sewing...
WHERE? by Kenneth Patchen
There's a place the man always say...
Whoever You Are Holding Me Now in Hand by Walt Whitman
Whoever you are, holding me now in hand...
Why is the Color of Snow? by Brenda Shaughnessy
Let's ask a poet with no way of knowing...
Your Catfish Friend by Richard Brautigan
If I were to live my life...