Best Losslost Poems
Invasion of tears on a lonely street
I crash spheres of sadness that burst with a sigh
There's no one to tear me apart I can meet?
..a Lexus is lost and the driver is shy...
The freezing orchestra plays in my head
Police sirens as one play with my memory
A voice seems to utter " They will give us bread !!!"
As tearing, lost souls head for the Crematory.
I dream I wake up as pure as a kid
"No More Tears" - a shampoo bottle promises in vain
This time though white traces of a salty skid
Releases my heart, my hopes and my pain...
by: iolanda scripca
www.scripca.com
for Paula's Contest "Tear"
Hands reached out and grabbed my heels as
I walked this once bloody field. They were
just everyday hands, miners, carpenters, the
hands of the butchers boy, the bank clerk,
the sordid hands of the local Johnny no good.
The tinker, the tailor, the poacher, all pressed
for the glory of war, a glory lost in knee deep
mud and indiscriminate lead. Where the Devil
played poker with fate for the right of souls,
the Ferryman busy that day. Before my feet
the Poppies fall like men in sights at duties
call, then and now the field turned red. I sit
the depression where some cannon chewed,
now overgrown with moss and memories.
Whispers glide by me, idle banter, everyday
chat, sport, sisters getting married, mothers
worried, will anyone remember me, why.
This muddy morass where men walked or
ran, never realizing that death had its own
pace. And yet every step was made of duty,
glory forsaken as a lost cause, every step
seen as one closer to home. How many
names beneath this soil, how many stories
feed these poppies, and how many dreams
still lie bleeding.
Walk the battlefields and you will feel those
hands, the tinker, the tailor, the butcher boy
THE PAIN INSIDE ME INTENSIFIES AS I REMINISH ON THE MEMORY I HAVE BECOME. DISAPPOINTMENT,
HEARTACHE, ADDICT, ALONE, A FAILURE TO A BEAUTIFUL DAUGHTER AND SON. A JOURNEY FOR PEACE, WHEN ALL
OTHERS HAVE LOST FAITH, LOST ON THIS LONELY ROAD. WANTING ONLY TO DISCOVER LOVE, HAPPINESS, A
PLACE TO BE HELD, A PLACE TO CALL HOME. HATRED BOILS INSIDE ME, CHAOS RUNS WILD, DEATH BECOMING
THE ONLY ANSWER I CAN CONTIPLATE. I MYSELF HAVE CREATED THIS HELL, I MYSELF WILL COMMIT SUICIDE, I
MYSELF I HAVE BECOME TO HATE. LOST, DESERTED, FORBIDDEN TO FIND LOVE, I LONG TO BE HELD, TO SMILE
ONCE AGAIN. THE MOST SADISTIC PRAYER OF ALL, ASKING MY SAVIOR TO ALLOW LAUGHTER WITHIN THIS
MAYHAM OF SIN. FALLING ASLEEP AT NIGHT WISHING TO NOT AWAKE, I ONLY WANT DEATH, TO NO LONGER FEEL
PAIN. I HAVE CREATED THIS LIFE, THIS HELL, I HAVE LOST MY SANITY, YES I AM INSANE. I FEEL NUMB, THE
HEARTACHE HAS BROKE MY SOUL, I NO LONGER WILL TRY. LIVING IS NO LONGER AN OPTION, IM SORRY, I HAVE
NOTHING TO LIVE FOR, TOMORROW I DIE.
time watched
time spent
time given
time to repent
time passing
time at hand
time lost
time that ran
time served
time earned
time held
time in hell
time passed
time missed
time remembered
time I wished
time judged
time seen
time blinded
time too mean
in a moment of time we do not see it is the moment of time thats unseen its life we wish to
live but its the time we can not give in anger or in love time is lost not rising above and when
time comes...we wished we had more, time to write time to read this time I spent was time
that I need for time I do see it is time that propels me its the moment the present it is time
like this...I miss. spend your time wisely for time eventually stops.
Now completely lost and out of view
Women once led men a power gone a buried a lost art
Pressed down by Christ no better than Mohammed
Ancient memory of natures power
Boadicea !
Possessed of greater intelligence that often belongs to women
With her harsh voice and a piercing glare
An English dream !
i keep calling but no one answers
is there a reason for this distraction?
i need help, this world is turning faster
no one is there for me
no reaction
there once was a hero, waiting for me
now there's no one, for all i can see
i'm tumbling to fast
i can't hold my frustration back
all due to the lack of time and aim
i don't want to play this game
I've lost my hero, my savior, my life
what am i supposed to do? which way would you choose?
I've lost my hero, nowhere in sight
I've lost my hero, it's my turn to fight
I've lost my hero, lost hero
there's no end in sight
i just dont know what to expect anymore
all my memories filled with gore
please make them stop, please make them quit
i said no, but they could not resist
please forgive my sins, even i do not deserve this
how could you watch it happen with no protest
please now, just put me to rest
i cannot take this for much longer
in the end will it really make me stronger
i have lost my faith, i have lost my hope
i no longer know how to cope
its over now, i can reside in peace
its over now, my pain will cease
Flashing lights of neon blue, sirens loudly roared
Neighbours gathered in the street
Wondering if anybody saw?
Confusion as the ambulance opens wide it's doors
She's carried out under white cotton sheets
As her teddy falls to the floor
It was just another Saturday
Began much as the rest
Daddy in the garden
Drinking beer in his old stringed vest
Mom was in the kitchen
Keeping out of sight
He did'nt need an excuse
To cause a bloody fight
Tammy in her bedroom
Another drink for daddy
His mood was getting dark
It would not be much longer
Before the beatings start
He staggered to the Kitchen
Slurring as he spoke
He had a grin upon his face
But this mood was no joke
He grabbed his wife
He threw her
Her head hitting against the wall
She lost consciousness so quickly
Remembers little of what she saw
Heading to the bedroom
Cursing Tammy's name
She knew that he was coming
Froze from playing dolly games
Roughly he had grabbed her
A slap, a push, a punch
Daddy was never to be blamed
It's only cause he's drunk
Eventually it happens
They go that bit to far
Sometimes they forget
They should not leave a bruise or scar
Tammy never woke up
She was still
So pale and red
Her mother screaming chillingly
God no, my babies dead
I guess blaming there genetics
Seems an easy get out clause
If your generation beat you
Then of cause, you should beat yours
But choice and responsibility
Love care and respect
Surly they too are genetic
And as powerful as the rest
Just as transformation
From what's lost to what is found
In Regeneration of the severed soul
As faith and hope abound
Tammy's mom picked up her teddy bear
She holds it with a rose
Standing by her daughters grave
As the guilt within her grows
A moment lost I cry for now. Memories
fuzzed by the event that stole from me. I
long for that moment back to piece together this
shattered self I am. Confusion mounts as I
slowly slip further away. More determine than
ever to regain the time gone. Most know not this
anger I feel. How it comes to life and consumes
my time. It slips further away each time I try.
Failure to receive that memory lost angers me
further to a breaking point. Angry I am I push
away from those who do not understand. Bitter
angers wells inside me to all I am is an emptied
shell. For the stolen moment I remember not.
I’m the lost soul at your door,
Little face
Beady eyes
Cautious pace
My hair has thinned,
To strands of lace.
I’ve never been loved,
The love is gone,
I have been abused,
Left on your lawn.
I am misunderstood,
Mistaken for a threat,
I have been scarred,
I hold regret.
I’m the lost soul at your door. A stray cat, no less, no more.
Maybe I miss it all,
Like I’ve lost something
That’s never gone away.
Maybe it’s just me, still
Wishing on shooting stars
And birthday candles.
Maybe all I’ll have now
Is the lightness left behind;
My heart left in the past
With the better days and
Sad goodbyes.
Maybe the day will come
Where I have all the answers
And never any questions.
Or maybe I’ll die trying;
Trying to find the glimmer
Of happiness I lost somewhere
In the darkness.
12.2007
Looking for hope
I've lost my hope
If you find her send her back
I'm sure she's still
Wearing that green dress she loves
I know she's cold
But I don't think she is scared...
It's only me...
I refuse to be alone.
I've lost my hope
If you find her send her back
You'll know it's her
When you see her deep blue eyes
I'm still alone
And I don't think this is fair
Please heavens, please...
I will need my hope tonight...
Mumbling forgotten words
to a hungry wind.
Listening for the return
of sacred memories.
Waiting,
Watching,
Wishing
for lost memories
that slip from my grasp
right as I think
"I have it, at last!"
Lost but also found,
always a blurry image
taunting with familiar sound.
A the tip of the tongue
ready to slip.
A familiar face
whose name you would've sworn you'd never miss.
Were have you seen it before?
Were else have you had that feeling before?
None other than in the hungry wind,
Waiting watching,
for the return of lost memories.
Through out the years
Time fades into the cold mist
Of forgotten dreams and broken memories
Bearing down on the old soul
The empty years become lost regrets
The wishing stars
Die and become one with the vast sky
As the hope of youth vanish
Fate strikes with its vengeful hand
Wiping away the beauty of life
Cries of carefree days
Too soon become nothing but passing thought
The bright light of days gone by
Blind the vision of days to come
Making the journey seem longer
As the way is lost
In the fog of dazzling memories
That seem to haunt
Life’s fancy is soon distant
With the passing of time
Drawing memories on the face of beauty
And crippling the soul
That once danced about so freely
In the warmth of the dying sun
In the laughter of children
Echoes the damnation of destiny
Losing the shine of time
In the daze of splendor
The songs glorious melody
Becomes lost in the screams of reality
The sands of time fall
And the looking glass fills with faded shadows
Of days gone by
The beautiful sun shines down
Chilling the decaying skin of old.
When my song has lost Its' voice
and my eyes have lost their light
I see no other choice
than to put an end to this worthless fight
My motivation has gone astray
and my wills been buried deep
how much longer can I stay?
the hill has gotten too steep
My soul has lost Its' strength
and my rose has lost Its' petals
I feel I've reached the ending length
that's where my story settles
My path has lost Its' direction
and my butterfly has lost Its' wings
Im overtaken by a deadly infection
my heart no longer sings..