Best Lost Lovenight Poems
(I discovered the poem below in a drawer I was clearing out - it is certainly mine, but I have
no idea when, or why, I wrote it; I have not changed a word of it, but left it as it is)
Don't wait for me
Where the black moment stoops towards the day
I'll be fine, you'll see.
The night is kind, the sweetness of
The breeze, the still greater darkness of all things unseen.
Who needs the morning
The crack of dawn
The break of day
The fast fall of footsteps on shocked concrete
The shrill call of blackbirds
As the bottles topple like skittles, but into place.
No, the night is kind,
Where the serpents stalk in slithers
And unhinged mothers go in
search of their lost children;
Where tree-branches scratch against windows
Without drawing blood.
Where ravens-in-waiting cluster
Around the thought of death.
What need have I for
The last cold grip of
Your lost hand, lost to him,
Against the wrenching light of day?
I loved you once;
Go now, somewhere else another waits.
It is the lesser pain.
The night lights glow in the valley ,
The days warmth to keep .
Sinking between the hills ,
Shimmering across the deep .
Below the hills where silver water flows ,
Night calls a million stars as bright .
As the falling white snow
Midnight frosts the evergreens ,
Silver clings to every tip .
Reminding me of the promises ,
That hung on your lips .
I hear a distant baying ,
Beneath the splendid moon .
Where night creatures circle .
The lonely hearts in tune .
Yet for me the night,
Shall never grow late.
Beneath the lovers moon ,
My lonely heart shall wait ..
When the cool night breeze
Stirs the tops of the trees
And the clouds make a dome
Of the midnight sky
I remember your kiss
And the arms that I miss
Then I gaze into the darkness and sigh
We were young and strong
And whatever came along
We’d win every challenge we’d meet
Then you went away
And I had to stay
And you left me full of defeat
Now my hair’s turning gray
I’m getting older each day
But inside I still feel the same
I remember holding you tight
And I stand in the night
And the wind seems to whisper your name
Come share my night for it is you
that ignites my soul, let not a ray
of Sun impede the covered windows
there
For it is the darkness I have learned
to love, only the stars and the Moon
may enter here
Leaving the many shadowed silhouettes
dancing on the walls like so many embers
flying upward as if they were fingers grasping
ever higher with there own hidden purpose
Everything seems perfect now somehow
the imperfections of the day are lost
in the deep dark coolness of the night
Crying can be heard but not seen
Portraits are there but only traces
may be noticed
Even the crystal prisms colorless
by day take on an array of amber
hues as the evening breeze brushes
against them
The fireplace mirrored in the crystals
explode with vibrant color that reaches
out from the darkness with welcomed
emotion
Here in this darkened velvet place
I am young again, there is no sadness
written on my face
What was is now gone and I become
a part of the ritual of the night bathed
only in star light
We met up once a month at the County Line Motel
For a night of pure, unadulterated ecstasy.
Left our mundane lives behind, out by the county line;
Nothing fancy but a lot of privacy.
I know you’ll understand, how much I felt like a man
With this beautiful woman wrapped in my arms.
We made love through the night, leaving before the morning light,
With both our phones set to work as alarms.
But then came that day, near the end of the month of May
When she didn’t show up at the allotted time;
I laid alone in the bed, when the anchorman said,
“Our top story is about a suicide-murder crime.”
I nearly let out a scream, when I saw the pictures on the screen
And realized I’d never hold her again.
She wasn’t just another in a long line of lovers;
She was my soul mate and had become my friend.
And still once a month I go to the County Line Motel
For a peaceful night of sad remembrance.
Remembering the girl who once rocked my world
And was for me a lover’s deliverance.
The first time we saw each other
Comets collided in the heavens above
For all we felt was just fireworks
Beautiful as only two hearts could be when they explode
She desired me with all she had
I wanted to put a ring on her finger with all my heart
From the moment we first held hands and said hi
To the moment she said ‘I do’ and changed her last name to mine
Paradise was the only address we would be found
However, as soon as we woke up to the reality that...
To each other we now belonged
A feeling of imprisonment begun clouding our life
The candle lit dinners and late night movies... kaput
The friends we trusted and cherished... kaput
The love that once filled our hearts... kaput
The home that was once a beautiful haven of love... kaput
Papers were served and signed every which way... happiness went kaput
All because of a one night swing that shouldn’t have been... marriage’s now kaput
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NOTE: This is just a fictitious sequel to the poem ‘Swung Swinging’ which I posted on
Thursday.
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I guess I had been just a little too late,
How did our love get sabotaged and so quickly slip away.
I tried to resurrect what was lost,
It was such a beautiful thought.
You let love fall listlessly by the wayside,
If I could have moved faster could it have been caught?
There’s no prescription for the pain,
Sitting high up on this ridge.
I can’t bridge the gap now between us,
Yet still I had more that I could give.
No more holding hands,
There will be no more one last kiss.
No more late night candle lit diners,
There’s no more first star of the night where we would wish.
I guess this book now has been read,
The story has now grown cold.
I guess I missed a few chapters.
I didn’t think this was the way it would unfold.
When I look your way and see your heart,
Now I only see a closed door.
The facts are all there.
It’s all gone there’s no more.
The rain has now stopped falling,
Still it so cloudy here outside.
You have packed up and taken all your belongings,
This has been such an emotional ride.
You were kind enough to give me back my heart,
It’s back in my hands but ripped in two.
I guess it will take awhile to mend,
I guess I just stay out here and wait it through.
Quiet conversations over coffee,
Well now they are all long gone.
No more dancing slow in the living room,
Listening to our favourite song.
There’s no prescription for the pain,
Sitting high up on this ridge.
I can’t bridge the gap now between us,
Yet still I had more that I could give.
No more holding hands,
There will be no more one last kiss.
No more late night candle lit diners,
There’s no more first star of the night where we would wish.
A night I will never forget
And I will forever regret.
One cold and lonely night
That was never made right.
Sitting under a giant tree
Talking, just you and me.
You were acting so strange,
I knew something's change.
This is no longer working;
Is it true what I'm hearing?
What was I supposed to say
So that I can make you stay.
I am not easy I must admit;
I've always tested your limit.
Made things complicated,
Leaving you so exhausted.
Things hadn't been perfect,
But this, I never did expect.
Stared at you without a word,
As my vision became blurred.
You stood up after a while
And I forced myself to smile.
Tried so hard to hide my pain;
Tears I made myself contain.
Then you turned your back
And I wanted to call you back;
But my pride wouldn't let me
Within me I just kept my plea.
That very night I let you go
Eventhough I still love you so.
A night I will forever regret
And will never ever forget.
*For the 'REGRETS' contest.
*Written February 11, 2013
He was my brother
He was everything to me
My kingdom come
All I ever wanted to be
So many years of loving
We dedicated together
An eternal friendship, an eternal bond
A love we’d share forever
Until the day that wrecked our lives
Until we got that news
That my baby brother, all I had
I was going to lose
I held him tightly in my arms
And told him not to cry
That he’ll be safe and in great care
Of the angels in the sky
Each night I’d sit beside his bed
And watch my brother moan
In pain and awful heartache
Just wanting to come home
I watched his illness killing him
Deteriorating fast
I’d kiss his hand and stroke his face
Each day and night that passed
Each night I’d look out from my home
At the starry skies above
And hope that god is treated with
My brother’s sacred love
She drifts through the visions of someone else’s life,
searching for an essence of purpose.
She wonders where the one she loves has gone.
Why does she feel so lonely, so lost and detached?
She roams in the soft twilight in this city of ornamental sepulchers,
and pauses to inhale the scent of crumbling roses that have reached their climax.
Moss hangs from the trees like hair turned
to mold on a humid summer night long ago.
The trees whisper to her of dreams she can’t digest.
They tell her she is part of their world now,
and grasp at her with claws of confinement.
She breaks away and moves into the deepening shadows.
There he is, standing silently with head bowed.
His gaze blurred, his heart rent with desolation.
She moves closer to look and feels her mind unfold.
Her name etched forever on a shrine of granite.
She reaches towards him for comfort,
but her arms only circle back to clutch at herself.
The wind sighs, the night bird calls to her lover and he,
stands shivering in his coat.
Lelah Walters
10/09/09
Wondering where you are now Gypsy woman
Wondering if those dark eyes can cast a spell
Remembering those warm nights Gypsy woman
Living here without you sure is hell
I was just a young lad Gypsy woman
Met you on an island but couldn’t stay
In your eyes I could see the fire
Thinking about you still takes my breath away
At a local bar I received a warning
Be careful son, she’ll tear your world apart
When I sailed away, I remember looking for you
Before you left me, you stole away my heart
There’s not a night that I don’t dream about you
Or smell your scent in the summer breeze
Sometimes I just can’t bear to be without you
And wish I could sail back across those seas
Too many years have passed now Gypsy woman
But the fire still burns inside this lonely heart
Your smile still haunts my dreams yet Gypsy woman
I awake at night and feel my teardrops start
On the shoreline dreaming beyond the horizon
Wondering if we were blessed or if we sinned
Can you hear me when I call you Gypsy woman
Send a message that I love you on the wind.
She sits alone feeling sad,she's feeling bad
He had enough and left one day,why did he leave her that way
He has no idea what he put her through
Some know how she feels but very few do
She would put up with it for all those years
Many nights she spent alone shedding tears
She wanted so much to be loved and respected
Its not too much to be expected
She did all that she could for him
Pampering to his every womb
Is it so much to ask?
To have a relationship that lasts?
All she wants is to be held tight all through the night
Now she goes out every Friday night
looking for love until the morning light
She finds herself picking up
Men only to the next day drop
Like a ton of bricks,
all she wanted was a quick fix
She thought that it would mend her heart
In fact what she was doing was far from smart
So many men do this to women
Leave and start a new beginning
Not realizing what they have left behind
A broken woman left as helpless as a child
Shadows Voice
In the night he comforts me,
in my sleep he sings to me.
A whisper that belongs to thee,
one who writes that symphony.
A deep enchanting melody,
seems to wrap my heart with glee.
Perhaps one night you’ll let me see,
whose voice it is that sets me free.
Marhyia Blair
March 18, 2010
I’ve bent my knees and listened to the winds blowing through the trees;
Heard the echos of my own calls bouncing off the canyon walls;
And I stared into the fire, listening to the beginnings of night time transpire.
You showed me cause, against the silence of night that gave me pause;
But I’m alone now and the creatures display disdain as if they know that somehow.
Who needed direction then; experiencing life were my intentions;
Life was so much swifter but now it appears I may have become a drifter.
Untethered floating in still waters, I want to call out but why bother.
There’s no one there anymore and I was too careless about closing those doors;
Yet living in this self made expanse of wasteland, I still think about holding your hand
sworn by love her passions may persis,
longing for love, that one verified kiss,
and by the night she shall dream away,
by the the gift that will come along,sometime, someday,
and lonelyness comsumes her as a burden thats repeting,
thinking of the one satisfaction,
that draws her heart,
her mind over thinks as she sits alone,
wondering what she has done with the love shown?
but for it wasn't her of the mistakes that have been made,
it was that man that will soon be betrayed,
and when the night falls it will leave him all alone,
just because he left a woman, that truely was grown.