Alone

I am alone, in spite of love,
In spite of all I take and give—
In spite of all your tenderness,
Sometimes I am not glad to live.

I am alone, as though I stood
On the highest peak of the tired gray world,
About me only swirling snow,
Above me, endless space unfurled;

With earth hidden and heaven hidden,
And only my own spirit's pride
To keep me from the peace of those
Who are not lonely, having died.

by Sara Teasdale

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You really help us speak out wat we feel that we cannot say out
Very nice poem. Your poem really speaks of the bitter aspect of human love: there is loneliness in spite of love. Your rhyme scheme which follows the pattern abcb is especially noticeable. The rhymes make the poem artistic. Besides, the poem dives into the depth of the overflow of the emotions.
thats a good one.. short and sensible as well
Wow good poem. I can relate to that.
😖😖😖😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 i can relate to that it was like u were talking to me because even know im 12 i have been through a lot.
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