Tag Archives: Loneliness

Confusion, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Confusion

Like the desirous lion in his cage
Stridently patrolling from end to end
He gives no reason to curtail his rage
With mighty roars a message he does send

That is pathetic me when she’s not near
I chastise myself for such behavior
For loss of her being my greatest fear
A sense of loneliness begins to stir

There is not a desire to have power
Over her for it is she over me
When with her as a kitten I do purr
There is not a reason for me to flee

Oh such intense confusion roars inside
Is it foolish to let her be my guide

Red Raindrops Fell, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Red Raindrops Fell. This poem I dedicate to all veterans, past and present.

The red raindrops fell
Pitter patter thick as jell
Falling randomly
Like players placing their bet
Cleared with rateau de roulette

War is not a game
A winner we cannot claim
There are body counts
Each tagged then placed in a bag
Soon to be draped with a flag

None intend to die
Deny, is to tell a lie
They’re our true treasure
There’s a huge price that we pay
With tears falling every day

Without a goodbye
In the dark cold earth they lie
Silent they all are
In a place starkly barren
Not again to feel the sun

Fear Takes Many Forms, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Fear Takes Many Forms

Listen, do you hear it, that awful sound?
Grinding, knurling as if made by a beast!
Are we safe in the treeless open ground?

Far too easy here for us to be downed
I for one do not choose to be a feast.
Listen, do you hear it, that awful sound?

Here only my meatless bones will be found.
Care not to be referred to as deceased.
Are we safe in the treeless open ground?

Afraid that my ticket is stamped “hell bound.”
Forgotten, as if never did exist.
Listen, do you hear it, that awful sound?

Need I this situation to expound?
Again, again I shall ever persist.
Are we safe in the treeless open ground?

Am I so daring myself to be clowned?
Do you not fear the monster to be unleashed?
Listen, do you hear it, that awful sound?
Are we safe in the treeless open ground?

Love or Loneliness, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Two Human BeingsTwo Human Beings, Edvard Munch (1896)

Love or Loneliness

Which am I to choose?
Each providing great rewards.
Either way I lose!

If love be my fate,
I must share with another.
All else needs to wait!

If art is my life,
My mind free to ever roam.
Loneliness is rife!

Both have equal urge.
Love and art can’t coexist.
One I must now purge!

Art to be my choice.
Love can be ephemeral,
While art gives me voice!

Evening Talk, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Eveni talk black and whiteEvening Talk, Edvard Munch (1889)

Evening Talk

Even in the daylight there is darkness
The heavy leaded shield that hides the heart
Not allowing in loving tenderness
Suffocating any flame that may start

A woeful choice to request such a life
Forever absent of a human touch
The ever presence of deafening strife
Keeping a distance, avoiding a clutch

But why should one accept such drudgery
To wait for the day you are in a grave
Being lonely for an eternity
If only with a loving heart you gave

Resisting all love will not set you free
Instead, makes you a slave to hollowness
Thinking you are taking life so bravely
Your thinking is filled with much foolishness