lonely souls

lonely souls

A Poem by Allen Smuckler

We don’t know the lonely souls

we don’t know them at all

they sit behind cascading falls

detached behind their walls


they walk amongst us every day

beneath the shimmering stars

they sit beside us on a plane

to view our senseless pain


they chit and chat ‘bout nothing much

order the beverage of the day

listen to the tales that they hear

and hide inside their fears


still we ask them how they feel

how Johnny’s doing in school

as if we care about the ‘A’

he nailed in History


we don’t know what lonely is

until it slaps our face

and only then do we pretend

that we can comprehend


we settle for the girl next door

as sad and torn she is

and dry the glistening tears

to reminisce the years


the lonely souls who cry inside

formed from shapeless smiles

lost the will so long ago

before their hearts could follow ...





© 2017 Allen Smuckler

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I read this as one sitting on a park bench just people watching. Some conversations you hear. Others you interpret as to what you think their mouths are wording. Their feeelings and nuances pronounced. Like a story each time you sit, with chapters for each individual or pair. It just takes me back to that time I sat on a bench to watch the world go by. I like this one as well. :)

Posted 1 Year Ago

very empathetic words...sometimes conversations exist for politeness instead of genuine interest

Posted 1 Year Ago

Being s lonely soul right now, I identify with this piece mah fren'. I work in a field where I am always in plain view of the customer, and have to smile and converse like nothing is wrong. It is difficult to direct people to their needs with a smile while inside I am dying. Thank you for this.

Posted 1 Year Ago

It's always better to stay alone, and she'd tears behind the walls, when people are hardly interested to listen, or they are to busy in their own happy sweet world.The one who suffers, knows how bad and haunting it feels.

Pretending to be happy in front of people, when you're actually sad, is painful! People may not know and sense, but the heat and souls bleeds every single minute., But then there goes the truth..."Nobody can feel how you feel, until they've been in tgatvsme mess before.we are the ones, who can heal us the best, nobody else sigh*

Thankyou for sharing your amazingly thoughtful poem 😊


Posted 1 Year Ago

Allen Smuckler

1 Year Ago

Thank you for your feedback and insight. I appreciate your kind words...

1 Year Ago

You're welcome!😊
Their are many people in the world that are sad and lonely but hide it behind a facade of smiles. If we'd only look into their soul; their eyes.

Posted 1 Year Ago

Allen Smuckler

1 Year Ago

sometimes by looking into their eyes ... you also reach their soul...not always, but sometimes. You'.. read more
Poetic Beauty

1 Year Ago

I liked this piece because it's real and on point.
Absolutely stunningly gorgeous... Took my heart and punched it out, but then patched it up with comforting words... They walk among us, cascading falls detaching there walls.... 11/10... Amazingly penned...

Posted 1 Year Ago

Allen Smuckler

1 Year Ago

We all go through it, eh Silente..but we must have hope and faith that things will always get better.. read more

1 Year Ago

Most welcome, and a pleasure reading...
You truly captured the feel of lonely souls

Posted 1 Year Ago

Allen Smuckler

1 Year Ago

I was there at that moment... it was easy...thanks for reading and commenting Kiari.
Honest and realistic words and thoughts in the poetry.
"the lonely souls who cry inside
formed from shapeless smiles
lost the will so long ago
before their hearts could follow .."
The above lines is true for many. Accepted less. Thank you Allen for sharing the amazing poetry.

Posted 1 Year Ago

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Allen Smuckler
Allen Smuckler

Sarasota, FL

I'm a poet, a singer, a peaceful gunslinger.. looking to share my poetry..and a little bit of me...if I dare I 've been writing since I was 18.... am slightly older now, and still trying to fin.. more..


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