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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.

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Date: 2/6/2025 12:23:00 PM
wow! Thanks for Sharing!
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Date: 2/1/2025 2:43:00 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.
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Date: 1/22/2025 9:59:00 AM
You still have the magic. Just beautiful, S. One. I would venture to say "breathtaking."
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Date: 1/19/2025 11:13:00 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...
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Date: 1/18/2025 9:17:00 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.
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Date: 1/17/2025 1:12:00 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..................
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Date: 1/7/2025 11:33:00 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
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Date: 1/6/2025 7:58:00 AM
Outstanding!!!
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Date: 1/4/2025 5:54:00 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.)
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Date: 1/2/2025 8:28:00 PM
A poem of life and internal emotional experience.Very nice.
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Date: 1/2/2025 1:38:00 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.
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Date: 12/30/2024 3:03:00 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
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Date: 12/30/2024 6:06:00 AM
Well we both used the word titanium in our latest, is that cool or what? Your poem seduces our senses with colors, scents and sights. We feel the longing and yearning, then rejoice at the hope of reunification, where garnet lips and moonstone eyes will forever enchant and delight, nevermore to leave our poor lover alone and feeling desolate. Good stuff
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Silent One
Date: 12/30/2024 6:43:00 AM
I wrote something different first and then changed it to titanium... this poem, I wrote just for the sake of writing.. I've been so lazy to write, and a bit meh.. but thought I should let my brain get some food for thought.. I had no idea this would come out.. all the best for the new year..
Date: 12/30/2024 5:52:00 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.
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Silent One
Date: 12/30/2024 6:37:00 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..
Date: 12/30/2024 3:54:00 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
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Silent One
Date: 12/30/2024 5:02:00 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..
Date: 12/29/2024 9:27:00 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.
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Silent One
Date: 12/30/2024 5:01:00 AM
Thank you for your kind words...All the best for 2025
Date: 12/29/2024 9:52:00 AM
This is just gorgeous, each line so uniquely you. I love the stanza with the tropic bird. So dreamy! ~Laura
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Silent One
Date: 12/29/2024 10:12:00 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
Date: 12/29/2024 1:35:00 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
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Silent One
Date: 12/29/2024 10:35:00 AM
So nice to hear from you my friend... Hope you will write more in 2025.. All the best.
Date: 12/28/2024 6:07:00 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!
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Silent One
Date: 12/29/2024 10:34:00 AM
Now that is a lovely comment... Thank you.. All the best for 2025..
Date: 12/28/2024 5:18:00 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!
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Silent One
Date: 12/29/2024 10:34:00 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..
Date: 12/28/2024 4:44:00 PM
Beautiful "musings" - a lot of deep thoughts to read
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Silent One
Date: 12/29/2024 10:33:00 AM
Thank you Paige.. All the best for 2025..
Date: 12/28/2024 4:40:00 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!
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Silent One
Date: 12/29/2024 10:32:00 AM
We all need a most devoted noun my friend.. and verbs, adjectives..... Thank you for your feedback.. All the best for 2025..
Date: 12/28/2024 2:44:00 PM
Oh Boy do you know how to write poetry or what ! this is so lovely S,
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Silent One
Date: 12/29/2024 10:32:00 AM
Thank you my friend.. All the best for 2025..
Date: 12/28/2024 2:36:00 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!
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Silent One
Date: 12/29/2024 10:30:00 AM
Thank you for your wonderful feedback and Im happy those lines stood out for you.. Hope you have a wonderful 2025..
Date: 12/28/2024 11:53:00 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.
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Silent One
Date: 12/29/2024 10:29:00 AM
Dear Sotto, I appreciate your feedback and I hope you have a wonderful 2025..
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