Lost Poems

In times of petulance,
fate is persecuted in a silent storm.

Through troublesome chapters,
where words remain unspoken,
sacred scriptures become
mindless memoirs.
Shades of black discolour
visions of rising ripples,
as love stories slowly sour and
are cast away like lost poems.

Can it all be resolved through a simple musing?

In sentences where you were
once my most devoted noun,
ink of my heart became an unwritten verb,
forming a titanium shield covered with thorns.
I could hear the pangs of my muse,
but there were no more metaphors to
portray my angst through alliterations.
Nor abstract adjectives to describe those
forgotten fields we promised to prowl.

What power does a poet possess without 
romantic rhymes for a sonnet of love?
So... I lost the lust to write.

In the repetition of darkness,
to cure the sickness of the soul,
I stumbled upon the words of Rumi.
Yearning to swirl like a Dervish,
my only desire was to create poetry
within my beloved's flower garden,
inscribing blank fibres into revered verses.

In your absence little makes sense.
If only I was a tropic bird,
flying among sandpipers
in an island of golden rays,
where turquoise waves meet
ivory shores and the blessed sun,
in sapphires skies glows upon your face.
If I was to embrace your warmth
our petals of passion would
immerse like honeysuckle 
and jasmine blossoms.

As you play my flute in your garnet lips,
wandering stars adore your moonstone eyes.

Upon the return of romance,
we will rewrite a new journal in
a poetic province of manifestation.
Upon the dawn of soft pastel flames,
a plethora of flowers will fall from the sky,
colouring a path of saffron, sakura and scarlet,
as this metallic hardness softens
in the sweetness of your sighs.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2024

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Faure Avatar
February 6, 2025 at 12:23 PM
wow! Thanks for Sharing!
George Avatar
February 1, 2025 at 2:43 PM
This is absolutely exquisite, your words resonate with such depth and tenderness. The way you blend yearning, love, and the search for meaning into vivid metaphors is breathtaking. “ink of my heart became an unwritten verb” “wandering stars adore your moonstone eyes” pure poetic brilliance. The journey from despair to hope, from losing the lust to write to envisioning a “poetic province of manifestation,” is so beautifully crafted. Truly mesmerizing work.
Teagan Avatar
January 22, 2025 at 9:59 AM
You still have the magic. Just beautiful, S. One. I would venture to say "breathtaking."
Tor Avatar
January 19, 2025 at 11:13 AM
Loosing one thoughts on a Dear thought or phrase brings sadness and turmoil inside. It is like the great fish that got away, brings disappointment and heartache Silent One. Your metaphors take you into that realm as always unique and an underlying message which your creative thoughts bring like few on this Platform of writers. As always I am amazed at your creative writing abilities my friend... Hope you are doing well and keep on sharing your thoughts with us...
Proxenos Avatar
January 18, 2025 at 9:17 AM
Hi my friend, I don't like to hear you sad so hope that this was written whilst present in a short while of lonely thoughts. Was your muse though filled with angst, peeping over your shoulder encouraging and inspiring you to write us yet another gem. But you don't actually need a muse, your work is unique SO, there are excellent poets on soup, but I could and can and will always pick yours out, for you write from your heart. Your last Stanza is breathtaking. Blessings, Jennifer.
Goldsmith Avatar
January 17, 2025 at 1:12 PM
How did I miss this amazing "Lost Poems" write from you??? Words become the power to the writer. Love your line, "I lost the lust to write." This means your words need a vacation so they can get renewed. I wish I had a golden pen like you have. Maybe one day, I can hope for one. Have a wonderful day as you write away..................
Peranteau Avatar
January 7, 2025 at 11:33 AM
16yearz ago dear poet, I step'd into the free space on poetry soup tuh spil'lit...and learn'lit....this I did, and can't find the end...I fear, there shall be no lost poem my fellow regard my rest....i'm certain; i'll have to answer each one....wow! another at least wow!...i'm enjoying ;) Happy New Year....much love
Gazbowski Avatar
January 6, 2025 at 7:58 AM
Outstanding!!!
Maverick Avatar
January 4, 2025 at 5:54 AM
I am struck dumb, Silent One..Its even affected My fingers and thumb, No digit more or even Less, with the filagree of a descriptive i do Confess..' Its a pretty good one mate.) Ya know Which is high praise; as it goes.' All the best for the nes year.)
Singh Avatar
January 2, 2025 at 8:28 PM
A poem of life and internal emotional experience.Very nice.
Buhagiar Avatar
January 2, 2025 at 1:38 AM
One can always expect tough emotions and excellent imagery in your poems. Like the hint of romance, may it not fizzle into a void.
Callus Avatar
December 30, 2024 at 3:03 PM
This is an excellent poem, S1; considering it is the fruit of lack of motivation, then one would wonder what to expect when the author is on a roll!! ~ Best regards and all the best for 2025 // paul
George Avatar
December 30, 2024 at 5:52 AM
"If I was to embrace your warmth our petals of passion would immerse like honeysuckle and jasmine blossoms." So overwhelming are these lines with feelings of romance. Though the beloved's love is now absent, you hopefully wait for a time when love shall return and you together will rewrite a new journal of fondness. This poem is a beautiful illustration of the gripping pain of loss and the redeeming power of hope. Into my FAVE. May your dreams come true in the New Year.
One Avatar
December 30, 2024 at 6:37 AM
Aah thank you so much for your fave and lovely feedback.. To be honest, the lips can be any colour, I don't mind lol... I've given up though, content with my loveless and affectionless life... all the best for the new year my friend..
Williams Avatar
December 30, 2024 at 3:54 AM
Dear Silent, your poem is absolutely breathtaking— wow,such rich imagery and raw emotion. Your words flow like a stream of liquid poetry, capturing both the ache of loss and the beauty of hope. Honestly, whatever you’ve been sipping to write such wonderful poetry, I’ll take a double—because this level of brilliance deserves to be bottled. You truly should get POTW on this gem, a fave for me ...Hugs
One Avatar
December 30, 2024 at 5:02 AM
I don't get POTW, nor am I bothered about the accolade to be honest..Thank you for your kind feedback a d the fave..
Gifford Avatar
December 29, 2024 at 9:27 PM
Hello SO, your poems always leave me in awe, this is so beautifully executed and a great read. Wishing you a wonderful new week ahead and have Happy New Year, my friend.
One Avatar
December 30, 2024 at 5:01 AM
Thank you for your kind words...All the best for 2025
Breidenthal Avatar
December 29, 2024 at 9:52 AM
This is just gorgeous, each line so uniquely you. I love the stanza with the tropic bird. So dreamy! ~Laura
One Avatar
December 29, 2024 at 10:12 AM
Hey Laura, long time no see... Hope you are well and thank you for your feedback... It will be ten years in July 2025, I have been on soup and you were one of the first people I spoke to... You are great poet and I hope you have a great 2025
Jayasankar Avatar
December 29, 2024 at 1:35 AM
Dear S1, what a wonderful write this is... so many beautiful lines... You have never lost your muse. Donno why, but I oved the last stanza with positive note and with great imagery, alliteration, etc. God Bless. ~ Ani
One Avatar
December 29, 2024 at 10:35 AM
So nice to hear from you my friend... Hope you will write more in 2025.. All the best.
Onclaud Avatar
December 28, 2024 at 6:07 PM
almost close to being a sufi poet, S...this piece is devastatingly lovely with all the rant and catharsis we could bear in times of poetic scarcity! warmest 2025 wishes!
One Avatar
December 29, 2024 at 10:34 AM
Now that is a lovely comment... Thank you.. All the best for 2025..
Rodrigues Avatar
December 28, 2024 at 5:18 PM
to cure the sickness of the soul, I stumbled upon the words of Rumi. Yearning to swirl like a Dervish… As you play my flute in your garnet lips…many delightful lines and inspiration. You never know what’s around the corner. Happy New Year!
One Avatar
December 29, 2024 at 10:34 AM
Hi Kim, thank you for your feedback... Glad you liked it... When you swirl like a Dervish you lose consciousness.... I guess you get a bit dizzy.. All the best for 2025..
Hind Avatar
December 28, 2024 at 4:44 PM
Beautiful "musings" - a lot of deep thoughts to read
One Avatar
December 29, 2024 at 10:33 AM
Thank you Paige.. All the best for 2025..
DiMino Avatar
December 28, 2024 at 4:40 PM
"In sentences where you were once my most devoted noun," Love that. "Upon the dawn of soft pastel flames, a plethora of flowers will fall from the sky," -- Very lovely, spectacular imagery throughout. Bravo!
One Avatar
December 29, 2024 at 10:32 AM
We all need a most devoted noun my friend.. and verbs, adjectives..... Thank you for your feedback.. All the best for 2025..
Rose  Avatar
December 28, 2024 at 2:44 PM
Oh Boy do you know how to write poetry or what ! this is so lovely S,
One Avatar
December 29, 2024 at 10:32 AM
Thank you my friend.. All the best for 2025..
Buehler Avatar
December 28, 2024 at 2:36 PM
Imagery like, 'Upon the dawn of soft pastel flames,' and 'As you play my flute in your garnet lips, wandering stars adore your moonstone eyes,' make these lines so pleasurable to read! Your poem tells of lost love, and a muse departed, both sorely missed. A gorgeous work, Silent One!
One Avatar
December 29, 2024 at 10:30 AM
Thank you for your wonderful feedback and Im happy those lines stood out for you.. Hope you have a wonderful 2025..
Poet Avatar
December 28, 2024 at 11:53 AM
Dear SO, An exceptional poem deals with a poet's battle with the lack of love and ensuing creative block. It delves into themes of lust, disappointment, and the transforming power of love and poetry. The theme also contains the poet's meditation on lost connection, the agony of unspoken emotions, and the yearning for a revived passion that inspires fresh creativity. The poem's phrasing is rich and expressive, full of metaphors, alliteration, and imagery. Words like "petulance," "silent storm," and "sacred scriptures" convey emotional depth and complexity.
One Avatar
December 29, 2024 at 10:29 AM
Dear Sotto, I appreciate your feedback and I hope you have a wonderful 2025..
Andresen Avatar
December 28, 2024 at 11:46 AM
- For me, no interpretations are necessary as long as the content speaks clearly and is described with love... love for nature and people has great power on a poet's pen :) - Beautiful, my friend :) - I wish you a Happy New Year :) - hugs
One Avatar
December 29, 2024 at 10:26 AM
I agree with your sentiments my friend.. Thank you for your best wishes.. I wish your the best for 2025.. I hope all your hopes, dreams and aspirations come true
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