Best Lost And Found Poems
Labyrinth paths, winding and twisting, a serpentine meandering,
otherworldly, ethereal, much too dreamy, lost and wandering;
saturnine, long raven sparkling hair that I hide behind, woefully,
tangled in the branches and thorns of life, lost hopelessly.
And then I found poetry and I pen my sorrow in verses bleeding,
now I swirl with beautiful words and send them in the universe, soaring;
writing my sadness is intoxicating, but also it can be a dreadful curse hurting,
prisoner of the past, locked in chains, can I begin to reverse, be a new me changing.
Entwined in words that I put away, I found them still waiting,
with a painful heart, I write my tangled, thorny journey, my hand trembling;
unraveling the weave of chaotic corridors in my life, I fall to my knees, praying,
oh will others love my verses penned, will they weep sadly when I write the aching?
In the shady silent forest, a shimmering snake seeks it's sanctuary, slithering,
beautiful definitely, and like the iridescent snake, I hide lost intentionally;
hidden, safe, melancholy, until the sun has found my soul delicately,
labyrinth paths, winding and twisting, a serpentine meandering;
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February 3, 2016
Acrostic/Mono Rhyme/Alliteration/Internal Rhyme
Copyright Protected, ID 16-751-710-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Theme chosen, Lost and Found
Written for the contest, 4 x 4 Pairing, Master Rhyme,
sponsor, Silent One
Second Place
Adrift within the silence
of emotive reflection,
leads to a moment of
absentmindedness,
tip of his tired tongue
sentimentally sighs her name.
Sudden state of sadness overcomes him -
reality hurts, for his shadow is a reminder
of empty dreams - a timelss void.
Somber spirits self deprecate,
questioning and wondering -
if there is a lost and found in heaven?
His soul battles between smiling and crying.
He knows even the most stunning sunrise,
could not justify her elegance.
Once again his healing heart weeps -
removing his brave face,
revealing his jaded eyes,
because he is not OK
and it seems, maybe,
he is meant to feel this way,
as nothing has really changed.
Silent One
Simple Musing
29 December 2018
I stand tall on the windy mountain side.
Look down on mankind’s world
And snort in depreciated disgust.
Let death embrace me in its jugged jaws.
I'm not afraid, just tired.
This flagella of torrid life,
The gross garbage of man’s past,
The insignificance of the insecure future.
Time has no meaning.
A hallucinogenic rhythm
Of the quintessence of nothing.
Bring on the rumbling war drums,
Raise up the sharp guillotine's blade,
Let the cacophony begin,
Let me dance to no rhythm
Of preconceived dreams.
For since the beginning of time
When humans invented drawings
Of men killing men, and sang
Songs resonating of rape and lust,
Of slander, conquests and plunder.
The day will come when we must
Give an account of our misdeeds.
We turn our backs on good and evil,
We just don’t really care what happens
To unfortunate beings, our neighbors.
The writing is on the wall.
The seer chants: the end is near.
Yet something in me stirs.
I refuse to let go. For look
Not far away on this cold mountain
Is a rainbow, way up high,
As bluebirds happily fly on the other side
Of the shimmering bewitching hues,
A consequence of a prism of raindrops.
One day, all our dreams become reality.
Hope reigns again and all dreams come true.
Lost and Found
Be quiet quiet quiet
Yes quiet as a mouse
It's nobody else's business
What goes on inside our house
We like our big little secrets
All disguised in pretty bows
These things are just between us
It is best that no one knows!
The little girl she listened
Held that burden of belief
Pretended with eyes of happy
But inside she held her grief
Losing her voice to a sorrow
That she wasn't allowed to show
Inside a numbing awareness
and no safe place where she could go
She kept on being quiet
Those around her thought it weird
She tried so hard to form her words
But her voice had disappeared
She lived within the shadows
until one day she made a choice
No longer would she be silent
She prayed "Please God give me my voice!"
Some answers don't come easy
But God helps us when we try
Her voice started as whisper
Yet on words she learned to fly
Her message spoken clearly
big little secrets shouldn't be kept
The girl became a woman
and she earned her self respect
Within light thoughts are shifted
She's not afraid to be seen
Truthful words tell her story
Others know where she has been
Her voice reveals her beauty
She knows freedom in her heart
With us she shares her secrets
As she transforms pain into art!
Dedicated to the girl who lost her voice,
and the woman who found it. Freyja Jensen.
An angel, he appeared one afternoon -
amazing, amorous, and alluring.
Beguiling her with beautiful ballads,
how splendidly he bewitched her!
Long languorous summer days they lazed
in a field of daffodils
as she lay blissfully in his brawny bronzed arms
looking lovingly into his eyes -
those baby blues with long lush lashes.
Seventeen were they. Their first love it was -
a lovely flirtatious and fabulous first love.
Suddenly, it all just stopped.
Sent away to serve in war,
her sweetheart sadly disappeared with barely a Sayonara.
Several seasons swept away
like brown leaves in September’s breezes.
Studying at school, sometimes she recalled
with longing - the love of her young life
and the boyish glee in his bright blue long-lashed eyes.
Unbeknownst to her, her lost boyfriend
was back from his lonesome barracks
and the bloody battlefields of an awful World War.
Back was he, though limping from a bullet to his leg
and looking for the love of HIS young life.
Seventy-seven years later,
see them sauntering together
in a field of daffodils
situated by a house he built for her -
two lone centenarians
with grown twin sons and seven grand-kids.
Their lasting love was lost but only for a blink
of their long lifetime -
a lifetime of lovely marital bliss
that envelopes them still with bountiful blessings.
March 31, 2022
for My Lost And Found Love Poetry Contest
Sponsor: JCB Brul
He Sat On His Favorite Bench,
In Their Favorite Park,
Cracked And Crumbled,
His Eyebrows Knitted Together,
He Leered,
Sadness Clouded His Features,
He Drew His Lower Lip Between His Teeth,
From Memories,
His Thoughts Clouded,
Fighting Back Broken Tears,
An Old Woman Appeared,
She Gave Him A Dirty Look,
Her Nose Stuck In The Air,
She Sat Down On His Claimed Bench,
He Scrutinized As She Peered.
Suddenly,
Recognition Dawned On Their Faces,
Her Mouth Curved Into A Smile,
His Eyes Glistened,
Beneath His Almost Tears,
They Were So Much Older Now,
Unrecognizable At First,
But A Love Lost,
Had Prevailed,
And Was Found,
After So Many Years.
~Vickie Thayer~
(a New Year's Affirmation)
I know not where
the morning light leadeth me,
nor who, as I led, went before
I know not if a sea, a woodland,
or a mountain ahead to climb –
and, thus, my way to explore
For what I may see, may hear,
God, alone, knows true vision,
His worlds of sound, and where
our ultimate journeys are bound
As I must faithfully seek –
if to redeem my soul; for this
earth its Lost and Found....
Someone help me please,
I feel so lost,
The snow is deep,
The streets are dark,
Unfriendly people
Come at a cost,
I left my red scarf
As a mark,
It’s gone,
But so sleepy, thought,
I’d have a nap,
Last I remember,
Is my yawn!
Has been a busy night,
Santa and Rudolph
Will miss me,
To make sure,
Will tie my
Shoe around this snow
Adorned acorn tree!
Only a short snooze,
For I fear and dread,
To be left behind,
What would lay
For me ahead?
A villager passing from
A nearby farm,
Heard my sleepy voice
And from beneath
A pile of snow
Saw my blue sleeved arm,
And one tiny
Shoeless foot,
Half frozen,
The man knew
He had no choice,
But to awaken me,
For I’d surely freeze,
If left there,
In this bitter breeze!
A hot glass of milk,
A buttered bun,
Sounded to me,
To be a lot more fun!
I’m lost, sadly sang the elf,
Santa and Rudolph
And the gang,
Must have taken off,
I fear to see a
Wolf with fang,
What should I do,
Will you help me?
Address North Pole
Is all I know!
Villager and elf walked on
Hand in hand,
Leaving footsteps in the
Fluffy snow like sand,
The stranger seemed
So kind,
Was this villager
Assigned?
Of course he was,
And with a spin
And whirl we found
Distraught Santa,
Inside his house
Beside his spouse,
Address, North Pole!
A miracle Santa declared,
And looked around
But there was no one there!
In a world of folly I was lost
Material yearnings caved in on me
Succumbed to a life worn out in the frost
Oblivious to what outcome may be
Blinded by emotions that felt quite right
Yet something seemed missing inside
The pathway appeared sank from sight
In my heart, emptiness slowly reside
It took some time before I awaken
Looking round to find a familiar face
There He stood, never was I forsaken
Upon me, a strange quietude He placed
In search of direction, my spirit roam
With you my Lord, I found back my home
31 March 2018
Searching
pacing
fretting
losing
Freak out!
Breaking
crashing
burning
crushing
Time lost!
Up
down
left
right
Which way?
Lost
gone
forgotton
never
Finally found!
I'm lost in this world,
but I have found my way.
I'm blind with gossip,
but I can see right through it.
I was lost, but now I'm found.
I was blind but now, I can see.
The Lord my God brought me here so I
could lose my way but he gave me the grace
and took all my pain away.
Lost and Found
Find me in the shadow of life’s archway
waiting…’neath the grey of dingy art work
pressed into the dark of passing's moment,
wilted roses held limply in old hands
clinging to the sounds of lovers voices
whispering to the darkness – “Please….find me.”.
1/17/2017
submitted to – FIND ME IN SIX – Poetry contest
She once said
on a stormy night
before the first drop of rain graced tongues:
"Passion is overrated. It's out of style"
The crack of clouds blew grey into her face at that moment.
Umbrellas turned their skin inside out
The surf tasted it's own salt and spat it out in disgust
The black beyond broke rain capsules and sang in thunderous laughter.
Passion.
Lost?
Misplaced?
Nonessential??
We caught her up in our raincoats and hurried her into the nearest cafe.
Three hot coffees and her chattering lips.
Steam in swirly rings 'round her fingers as she shook.
As she cried.
Passion swarmed out of her words and caught the cafe on fire
It burned while we sat there
Peeling paint and freezing fingers
Raining sky in midnight's palm
We listened as she brought up memories
All ignited, having slept long past deadlines of ardor.
We cried with her in conundrum dreams
and kept the burnt out structure erect by our finger tips to scaffold.
A woman grieving should not be disturbed.
Suddenly, her words made sense.
The sky cleared
Her eyes swallowed their blue and returned the ocean to it's salt
We held hands, stretched across a cherry red booth reflecting every broken capillary in her gaze.
Sisters united in empathy's grasp
a circle of an undivided enclave
We stepped over the ashes of her memories
and walked her home despite her obstinate refusal for one of us to stay over.
Count down to 3am
and the petunias lining her front walk
kissed her ankles with the thanks of rain
She smiled and passionately picked the velvet purple
and placed it in our palms.
We saw the full spectrum of rainbows and heartaches
and growling thunder on the verge of lost adherence to love
all on her face in one evening
That night, she went home alone, to sleep on her side of the bed
with the shivering almost subsiding into the faintest scent of brewing hope.
12-23-10 @11:06am
to have loved and lost is an unbearable pain
relieved only when one finds love again
not the kind of love gotten from a friend or a pet
but the real true sort is what it takes to get
out of the funk brought by on this hurt
and pick one’s feelings up out of the dirt
one must be careful not to let one’s self fall
what they think is “in love” with any or all
suitors that might just happen their way
or they’ll end up in more pain at the end of the day
so if you find true love, then nurture it fully
don’t be jealous or spiteful, or some kind of bully
keep it safe and warm in the depths of your heart
and you won’t fear losing it, for it will never part
from a soul that cares for it, and tends to it’s needs
and love will reward you by dropping it’s seeds
in the core of your being, as well as your mind
and the blooms they produce will allow you to find
that life can be grand, and blissful as can be
i know this to be true, ’cause it all happened to me
Have you ever forgotten
where your happy place is?
I have reason to believe I’m
the only one who has.
Sondering too deeply,
selfishly playing the victim.
I’m good at that.
I have questions for those
whose minds are not clouded,
lost, broken… like mine.
Is your happy place a luscious field,
blanketed in buds and fragrant blooms?
Does it have evergreen grass,
neat and perfect, never wild or unruly?
Or is it a beach where the sand
waltzes between your toes,
soft as silk, a tender caress?
Do the birds sing sweet harmonies,
while the sun paints golden patterns
on perfect skin?
Are familiar faces smiling, not just greeting,
but anchoring you in warmth,
washing away your doubts and fears,
until you forget what it feels like to ache?
Or do you find your peace in shadows,
where silence speaks louder
than sunlight ever could?
What about beneath a darkened sky,
where specks of glitter whisper old stories?
A crescent or full, is the moon there too?
Do you dance in twilight,
hum soothing tunes as firelight ignites your stage?
I bet you’re thinking of your place now.
Is a smile creeping onto your face?
Maybe just a curl of the lip,
or a spark of imagination invading your thoughts?
I’ve lied, so here’s the truth…
Poetry saved me - I’m breathing,
alive and kicking with every word.
I’m at peace here, happiest I’ve been,
free to express, to decompress.
So I leave you with this,
a wish and a dream.
I hope, somehow, these lines,
and everything in between
helped you rediscover your happy place,
or at least reminded you,
shaken you to your core,
it’s still out there, it’s yours.