Best Get Lost Poems
Do not get lost in the dream of a poet,
Whose heart is an ocean deep with thoughts and feelings,
He will navigate through each of your moments, without purpose,
Enveloping in verses the color of your eyes, your smile, unknowingly losing you.
In every word of yours, he will seek a universe,
Spending sleepless nights deciphering the hidden messages in your gaze.
He will agonize over a lost kiss, an unknown goodbye,
And create fantastic worlds, filled with doubts and shadows, in his poet's realm.
Do not fall in love with a poet, with his burdened soul,
For he will submerge you in the waters of his ceaseless love,
And you will feel overwhelmed by his ever-present affection.
And when your kiss becomes a mere obligation,
And your touch just a mechanical gesture,
His heart will bleed, and suffer even more.
He will analyze every thought, every moment, in a labyrinth of words,
Wondering if they are all figments of his mind.
And when you choose to drift apart,
He will wake up in the middle of the night, rewinding time,
Searching for mistakes, questioning: "Where did I go wrong? What have I done?"
The truth is, I am a poet, with the soul of a deep dreamer,
So do not fall in love with me,
Unless you're ready to love me in every moment, forever.
She was a 10 years old
When her life was sold
He hurt her in ways unimaginable
He may have not have been her father
But he was her brothers
He told the 10 year old to get in the bed
Or something would happen to her 1 month brother
The bed was cold
The springs were rusted
Her heart was always filled with love and care
But after that night
She wouldn't dare share
The 10 year old went to school the next day
Without anything to say
Her friends found out
And shunned her out
She told an
The police were called
She was taken from her mother
Who at that time wouldn't believe her
She stayed at a family members house
A couple days went by
Then she was returned home
The bad guy was found
She still has nightmares to this day
And she has this to say:
"I'm sorry for doing what I knew was wrong
All I wanted was for my brother to be safe."
This is a true story, It's MY story. I hope that all you readers unerstand that I still blame
myself for what happened that night. I DON'T want your sympathy, I just need friends who
actually care. Thank You For Reading Let's Get Lost. . . . . .
For real freedom,
solace, and peace
free of cost,
Come to go there and
let get lost,
For cheerfulness,
beauty of nature and
a nymph host,
Browse at all, here
we go and let get
lost,
For chill, hill,
sill, rill, snow,
flow, grow, and to
bost, (Boston)
All I have or not!
Search and let get
lost,
For a peak, seek,
strive, strain,
gain, glee and see
at most
Tighten, a brave
adventure ahead to
let get lost,
For delight, height,
mirth, birth,
success and post,
Hardness not enough,
fled and let get
lost,
For its theme,
cream, team, thyme,
rime, and rhyme lot,
A Poet inveigle
reader and trap, to
let get lost,
For breath, sheath,
accede, proceed,
freed, from cell
oast,
Go back from soviet
and let get lost,
For yore days, hays,
says, ways and
country to got,
Break the fetter of
Coventry and let get
lost,
And Wordsworth,
Auden, Emerson,
Blake and Saadi to
Frost,
Shahid, impregnate
hardly this all and
let get lost.
Shahid Hussain
Chouhdry
Is there a beginning
or end to rue on
past,
Since I did sins,
made fools and get
lost,
I go to the police
for ravel and
politeness,
Expel out bribe, or
you may get lost,
A poor naïve man to
aristocratic man,
Rights are not same,
where I get Lost,
Am I missing or
screwed up my
thoughts,
Forget the last
listening of boss
go, get lost,
For deeds thou done
in sake of wealth,
Real beggar, a mere
fakeer finally you
get lost,
No favor for
livelihood or right
to living fakeer,
He born angel, die
fakeer and get lost,
O’er the theme of
these odes and my
passion,
They twaddle no
allocation right
here, go get lost,
I am proud if collar
and called rebel,
And sent to jail and
gallows, rest lost,
For writing beyond
cruelness to trivial
events,
Thou ruins thyself
and get lost,
Exploitation and
victimization
everywhere,
Shahid no place for
justness so get
lost.
Shahid Hussain
Chouhdry
Follow the Yellow Brick Road
So the song say
Follow it, follow it on down to something
Something good to make your day
Follow the Yellow Brick Road
To your own personal OZ, your own land of fantasy
And leave behind the cold harsh logical truth
of the cruel world known as reality
Come all and live in a world where you have the power
To mold it however you see fit
Shape your fantasy into a world where you and whomever
Can properly fit in it
To live in a dream world with no, pain, no suffering
No drowning in past sorrows
Just to look forward
to the brightness of tomorrow
Where the people are smiling standing together
All equals side by side
Not one face is hanging in shame
But held high with pride
The buildings reaching higher and higher
Oh Lord look how they reach so high
The birds sing their song as they move
through the sky
But sadly, like every story that is steep
in the genre of fantasy
The time came too fast, it quickly passed
Your dream world of joy turns upside down
into something dark and downright scary
Your colorful world turns dismal ash
The people are no longer smiling, Their
just cold blank lifeless faces
Crowding in various worn out places
and spaces
Where did the joy go. What brought this depressing atmosphere
you thought you've escaped from.
But in your growing despair, you haven't noticed
there's more dread to come
The buildings are crumbling
The yellow brick road is breaking
The people are disappearing
Your wonderful Metropolis is fading
You become frighten, nay
you become frantic
You look for a way out
Oh Lord where is the exit
Then the ground caves in
right where you're standing
And now you're falling
and falling
falling
Grasping for anything, screaming for anyone listening
Now you've fallen into the dark maelstrom
of nothing, completely lost, forevermore vanishing
What a way to go. A downer, bittersweet ending
to this sad sad story
What is the moral of it all
Pray
Pray that you don't get lost in the evanescent land of Fantasy
Sometimes I get lost
Now that you have wandered far away
Remembering our love's sweet cost
Every moment of the day
I have danced inside your eyes
To your music, so sweet and clear
Surrendered to you in the heat of the night
My wanton cries filled your ears
Memories come on a midnight breeze
The taste of your sweet breath
Your gentle caress on my ivory keys
As we embrace the little death
You soothed away my restless feelings
Tasted my river of tears
Then left me grieving
Turning my hopes into fears
My heart is made of stone now
My dreams have faded away
Frozen beneath the garden bough
Where my love was buried, that day
ALesiach © 07/17/2017
When did we become that old married couple, too busy to live
everything we do is for others we give give give...
The kids are away on a summer retreat
there are no schedules we need to keep
The weekends free all our work is done
it's just the two of us time for fun
Let's get lost, lost in each others charms
discovering again how we first fell in love
Let's get lost, lost in each others arms
dwelling together embraced in love
Turn off our phones, time for us alone
lock the door leave on the lights
It's time for a little naughty delight
Tomorrow will come soon enough
but for today let it be for us
Our time alone is precious and few
let's share this chance and make it new
Have I told you lately I love you
let's show each other how much we do
Let's get lost, lost in each others charms
discovering again how we first fell in love
Let's get lost, lost in each others arms
dwelling together embraced in love...
Come to the place where rainbow thoughts are born
Books of truth are read and colorful flowers of laughter adorn
Dreams are there and are always fulfilled
Arrows find the heart and the feeling instilled
Shapes are round and there is no rough edge
Oceans of freedom are seen as you look from the ledge
Pillows of angel feathers comfort you as you sleep
Wishes are fruit from the trees and they’re yours to pick and keep
Sweet songs are sung from each and every single bird
Words of the great poets can also be heard
Artists paint peace and there canvas is the sky
Clouds rain love forever as you tranquilly drift by
Happiness is always served three times a day to be eaten
There are no roads to get lost in a place called heaven
sometimes i lose myself
in the obstinacy of night
beyond the umbrage of shadows
that fall within its tenebrous self
'tis there death dances
spinning around wayward souls
tempting them to follow
into depths unknown
i feel the strength
of fingers hold
beyond turned wrists
pressing firm
within the brawn
as shallow breath
exhales stale air
i see its face
from clouded moon
reach out to me
dubious that i will fall
silent within the rise
of bloodied skies
that morning brings
i feel the mist of its breath
fall upon me like night's fog
as it beads atop my brow
i succumb to thoughts
within restless mind
sprawl my ink
upon the sheets
of paper-white
and write again
within the darkness
that night unfolds
july 13, 2019
I welcome you as much as a dog would welcome mange.
Everything you do to me seems so strange.
I want to tell you up front I hate your attitude.
For a woman, your behavior constantly appears rude.
Wherever did you acquire your repulsive ways?
Is your brain enveloped in a haze?
No wonder your last guy told you to go away.
For somebody like you, I wish you would not stay.
The price of knowing you just seems too steep.
All I want to say to you is “Get lost, creep”.
Who do you think you are
Trying to mess around with me
Don't think too far
I know you won't let me free
Forget all your stupid words
It doesn't mean anything to me!
You think you had it all right
But it is the truth you can't see
I never thought you will be like this
Even though we know we are in the same roof
Brothers, that is who we are
But we act like fools
I am always the one to be blamed
I am always your target all the time
Trying to suffer my life
I know you would not care if I die!
Our parents scolded for our behaviour
But you stayed the same
You think I am the one who is wrong
While I am trying to change my ways!
Who are you to think I am a fool
I know you don't understand
Do you think I would like you to be here
And bring that pain again!
This is my world
Can't you see
Are you blind
That is so not me!
This is my world
Don't you care
Feel so tired
You are so not fair
I am not the one to be blamed!
I know that you still haven't learnt!
And I am the one who is trying to change!
So, get lost from my world!!
Get the hell out of my world!
So this Poem is Actually Called
Roary the Cat and was written for an 11yo friend of mine called Brad... it was written due to the times we live in
Roary the cat was very black
But he was not very fat
Although he had a big appetite
His trousers were never ever tight
A bit like Brad’s I would say
But as Brad eats fruit every day
They make him strong
To kick the ball along
As a goal is Brads Ultimate song…
Gooaaall…
Well who scored that I never knew..
Brad was that you?
Such a shot I have never seen..
But where now is Roary??
The back of the net Brad said
Now it’s my time to go to bed..
Best Wishes
DAMO
PS.. no cats were harmed in writing this poem, just some word fun to cheer up my mate Brad who is football mad and having to stay indoors at the mo.. Best wishes to you and yours.. stay safe.. DAMO
Jack Frost
Get lost!
Stay out of November
Come back late December
In the stream of consciousness, I get lost among thoughts, a traveler through dreams,
Seeking the brilliance, like a guiding star in the infinite night.
I imagine a world where light reigns, banishing the heavy shadows,
A world where every soul radiates, like a star in the vast cosmos,
Every day would be a new dawn, full of hope and pure joy,
Where the inner sun would heal our wounds, bringing peace.
Oh, how magical such a world would be, where light would be the guide,
Every word full of wisdom, every gesture a path to the divine,
We would live in harmony with nature, with the universe, with ourselves completely,
And in this light, our souls would find their true essence.
But until then, we remain seekers in the deep night of consciousness,
Each one trying to find their own light, their own path,
And maybe one day, we will learn to prioritize the light within us,
To live in harmony, to be the true stars in the sky of our lives.
And thus, in the silence of the night, with a soul full of burning desire,
I slowly and patiently build my own inner light,
From fragments of unspoken dreams, from reborn hopes and memories,
A unique creation, imperfect and perfect at the same time, like me.
Let's prioritize the light, for it has the power to work wonders,
Let us be guided by its brilliance, to heal our souls,
And in this light, to truly live, to love without reservations,
To be one with the universe, one with the divine, one with ourselves.
I want to think as deep
Like the deepness of ocean
I want a continuous view of moon
My moon is your beautiful face
I am taking you as great art
You are unique creation of god
As like me you are also made by earthen
But shining of your face
Say you are real diamond
Your first view stolen my heart
Your fragrance make me crazy
Your fabulous smiling lips
Rising of million dream
What I do now with my heart
You do win I get lost
Poet- anurag sharma
DG-1 flat no 27 B first floor
Vikas puri new delhi-110018
Email- [email protected]
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