Best Lost In Poems
A cryptic note:
“Meet me in the middle of Nowhere,
Tonight when the moon is full.”
What is my wife playing at? Is this her idea of a honeymoon?
Below is a picture of a garden,
With a large maze in it.
Nothing to do but obey.
The moon has barely risen.
I see a sign: The Opening to Nowhere
Why do I tremble?
I go in and soon get lost
In the sinuous paths.
It is a worse puzzle in the night.
Twisting, turning back
Only to find a wall of thick foliage.
I am trapped but will not give up.
Suddenly I notice
A small opening in the foliage.
So I cheat and find myself in the middle of the circuit.
In the middle is a sun dial,
A torch and a note:
“What are you waiting for?
I’m in bed waiting.”
The problem is how to get out.
Too complicated.
The moon shines on me
By the time I find my way out
I’ll be dead tired,
Sleeping in my bed.
Cinnamon memories catch my soul in snares
as I trace in anguish the curve of your lips
in a photo stained sepia with my tears -
a thousand words spoken through my fingertips;
wishing you to be the breeze teasing my hair
or the sun on my skin after its eclipse,
let mare’s tails twine us in a heavenly kiss --
cinnamon stirs my bittersweet reminisce.
Susan Ashley
May 9, 2019
~ Fourth Place ~
Premiere Contest: 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 2
Sponsor: Mark Toney
~ Third Place ~
Premiere Contest: Favourite Poem From May, 2019
Sponsor: Julia Ward
~ Second Place ~
Premiere Contest: May 2019 Premiere (Max 8 Lines)
Sponsor: Brian Strand
*Mare’s tail: a long narrow cirrus cloud whose flowing appearance resembles that of a horse’s tail*
Shaken birds shrill cry across darkened sky,
Awaken to the biting cold wind howls.
Taken by flash of lighting pulsing heart,
Forsaken stretch of night as thunder scowls.
Lost in the darkness, of pounding chill rain,
Tossed round from the flicker of leaves and trees.
Accost the meager unvarying light.
Frost thins to a slight glimmer quick to seize.
6/21/2021
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.
Sand dunes, nothing but sand dunes,
Some large, some small.
And the sun burning over the terrain.
No oasis, not even a mirage of one.
The last drop would not quench the thirst
He felt it in his soul. For now
She was dead and buried
And his soul was barren like the desert.
He would die, lost among the dunes
With no water for survival.
Fool. He could make it.
He was like an eagle.
Searching to drink water.
Yet he was no eagle and soon fell
Sand clinging to his face covered with sweat.
Opening his eyes he saw the viper.
All would be lost now.
A swish as a hawk picked the viper away.
He fainted and opened his eyes in a tent.
He was safe except for his silent sad soul.
When pebbles knead the holes in my shoes
These torn eyes writhe from my orphan blues,
A lost soul quivering in the cold...
I feel alone, a birth date untold
No parents cupping my sullen face;
While time grates in this runaway place.
They say that I was darn negated,
Like a package, somehow, quite hated
Thrown quickly in an old garbage truck..
But why, why, did I run out of luck?
Oh time, I no longer wish to mourn;
To be nestled and family- born…
Still, nights cut pain; my wishes decay
In foster homes where I briefly stay.
But rags comfort me,” kid, you’ll be fine,
When adoption brings love’s true sunshine!”
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Dated 11/6/2015
For the Contest, Trashed #4,
Sponsor: Broken Wings
Written by: nette onclaud
Her eyes appear brighter
Her voice whispers low
Her head on the pillow has risen, somehow
She is somewhere without us, somewhere back home
Lost from the present, to a place long ago
She's been lost in the shadows,.......... of where?
We don't know…
A spark has ignited to cradle this moment
Exquisitely composed with infinite detail.
From the essence of recall, it seems to become
a virtual illusion, as if she's gone home
Once lost in the darkness,
it is briefly retrieved,
just for this moment, before it is gone.
She smiles as she holds it,
as if it has pleased her,
a small golden flashback
to fondle awhile.
It came from a closet,
like a small shaft of light,
on a small mote of dust that has tumbled in flight
Poised in the sunlight it cradles the moment
Too brittle and fragile, too soon it is fading
And quickly to vanish, it falls out of sight
No trace and her face, will lose all the light
crawling into the shadows
that cradle the night
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5/9/18
love the style of your morning kiss
dancing lips deeply dazzling bliss
Catch you after curtain calls my dreams tonight
until the sun kisses your eyelids with golden light
Beautiful in one's mind weakness sang a dream
just floated to you dancing upon sunshine beams
Captivating ball of flames burning bright not the past
radiating golden warm future holds destiny our torch shines a light everlasting
Holding inside believing crowning beauty silently whispers without sound
Rising as night's tears leave a dew upon the ground
Crystal blue clear the happiness within joy brings
inside every wish was your desire softly feathers touching wings embracing sing
LOST IN THE MIST
Grey fingers soft as a pickpocket’s,
Soundless and sightless, have taken the sun -
Poacher in the kingdom of the blind.
Guests and ghosts of the realm steal in and out,
Cozened into thinking that
Feet pressed to the ground -
Ensure the lost land will be restored,
The theft of the sun will be recouped.
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Written 21st August 2014 by Sydney Peck
For contest THROUGH THE MIST
Lost in a world of poetry am I
Secluded in the lines of love sublime
I shut myself to pain, oh how I try
To live vicarious through every rhyme
In this my world there is no grief or pain
And I can be enchantress to a dream
I dance around the words till moon does wane
Then let word sunbeams plunge my heart in streams
I care not what the world thinks of my state
A love sick fool I am drunk on this wine
To read of love, my heart can hardly wait
Each line, a lover, come with me to dine
I am enslaved to poetry, it’s true
My heart, it sings when I read lines from you
Eileen
I wandered lonely, lost in pain
All I could do was weep,
A troubled mind, in unknown hills
With chasms, dark and deep.
I did not know which path to take
Nor which way should I go,
I was seeking guidance
A sign, so I would know.
A light appeared before me
A figure caught my eye,
"Who are you," I asked of him
"Or will you pass me by."
"Can I help my son," he said
"Have you lost you way,"
"Yes, yes I have I cried"
Was all that I could say.
"Then come and take my hand
For you must follow me,
I am the Lord, your God my son
And I shall comfort thee."
So the Lord, he took me
He became my guide,
All my fears then left me
And all my tears they dried.
I awoke anew next morning
My heart, now filled with hope,
Whatever life may bring me
The Lord will help me cope.
Took a trip off the beaten path.
Nothing modern in site.
Knee deep in the woods and to scared to laugh.
Blew a tire.
Met some dude that said something about my mouth.
He did admire.
So I ran in fear.
Till no longer him and his brothers dueling banjo
I could no longer hear.
So deep in the forest far from the city and familiar hoods.
Somebody save me.
Cause im lost in the backwoods.
Screamed like a girl when something
moved near me.
Didnt realize it was a rabbit.
Now im stuck up a dam tree.
Hit the ground running screaming like a banshee.
Thorns in my side twiggs in my hair.
Tore my britches.
And left something expossed I really wish wasnt bare.
I herd a voice yell fool I fixed your flat tire.
I felt like a moron hiding in poisen ivy.
With my skin on fire.
Looking like a half naked wildman I stummbled
back to my car.
Threw the guy a tweenty and said.
Now point me to the closest
bar.
I search,
Am I a lost cause?
I speak to all, to friends
To enemies.
Where can she be?
My love is nowhere to be found.
I search for her daintiness,
Her dark black fringe,
Her lithe contours so marvellous.
Her red full lips.
Am I pursuing a foolish dream?
A glimpse.
That’s all I ask.
I will be in paradise.
Tell her it was just a random remark.
I love her till the end of times.
And I wander around the main streets,
Searching,
Searching.
I am not much I know,
But I need her.
I saw a glimpse of her.
She smiled.
But it could not be her!
Her hair was red.
Could she have played a trick on me?
I only see red now.
Lost in love
The age of innocence..
A soft breeze surrounds..
Lost in love
As the fountain of truth implodes within..
Loss of words ..
In a moment of sweet bliss..
Gloriously..
Chanting a heavenly song..
A gentle caress..
Filled with validation of profound love..
Lost in love..
An infusion of eurphoria..
Where there lies no boundaries..
Lost in your eyes of Universal language..
Love is..
The life force..
Lost in love
Strength is gained..
Seek the only truth..
Which is love..
Written: October 06, 2023
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I have seen the ample fog, so dense and vast.
It swallowed the world—a look that couldn't last.
I cried and sighed, but there was no sound at all.
In tears, they flowed down, akin to a waterfall.
I've kept my eyes on the skies for a long time.
Praying for unity, a homeland sublime.
But the strong wind blows, carrying my plea.
Akin to the migrants, I feel lost in this banshee.
A cold thing, this land I roam,
The rain falls down, strong and unknown.
I feel the tea at my door, a comforting brew.
Yet everything seems strange; nothing feels true.
A strong fire of succinate burns.
I am apart from him; my heart yearns.
Others hold them close and look astonished.
As I stood in silence, my soul admonished.
I can hear the whispers of love and despair.
They have souls, while I'm left in the air.
I stay standing, lost and confused.
Not knowing where I am, I feel bemused.
Laughing at the devil, who poisons my path,
Teeth of jackals, revealing his wrath.
Yet still, I stay in silence, refusing
To let the tears flow, my emotions are diffusing.
Closing my ears to the cries of pain,
Lost in the fog, my soul seeks to regain
But through this journey, I'll find the way.
In this vast fog, I'll discover the light of a raw day.