Best Lost Lovetime Poems
Gentle touches have left my hand
On borrowed time my morals stand
My heart what once belonged to thee
Has shattered and been left to bleed
No tenderness and no more laughter
Just sad and bitter life hereafter
Come back and grace me with your time
Allow my light to once more shine
Wipe dry the tears that stain my soul
Return the magic; warm the cold
And if I’m not to love again
Rather pass time with closest friend
Please remember through eternity
My best memories were made with thee
Copyright © 2009 Lena “Lolita” Townsend
the silver starlight embroidered the murmurs of that river
and he allowed himself to drown within the scent of ripe pears
flooding the air around him…
and while inhaling, he almost felt the threads of the past
knotting themselves in his chest,
memories hidden within the sweetness of the fragrance,
dizzying him like a strong wine…
he kept his breath for a moment…
‘you cannot hold time still…come on…exhale’,
he heard a voice inside him,
and he pushed the air out almost by force,
as if trying in the same time to exorcise his soul
of the remains of what-had-been-and-was-no-more…
‘too much dust in the air tonight’, he told himself,
and in the same moment he killed in the corner of his eye
the shadow of an almost born tear …
have you ever tried to be
something you're not
ever want something so badly
it could not be forgot
ever believe so hard
that a wish could come true
and most unusually
come true for you
have you ever believed that
you could reach for that star
just above your head
not very far
and told yourself
time and time again
this time I'll win
this time I'll win
that was the way
I felt about you
it really seemed
like my dream
had come true
i tried to be loved
by feelings from you
and what would never be true
i wished so hard for you
i believed in something
and you were that star
forever inside my head
but never in your heart
and i tell myself
time and time again
that hope leads to failure
and to love is to sin
have i not an immortal beloved
that belongs to my soul
must i search forever
while my body grows old
am i cursed forever to believe
that she must be out there
somewhere amongst all the stars
my heaven knows not where
could it be because of God
that she has not been chosen
and the family line till end of time
forever to be frozen
but i must admit
i would be quite content
with just someone in my arms
to have and to hold
and maybe grow old
the two and not just one
Form:
I waited and waited but maybe
the time has passed...
Just one last time , a look, a
smile, something to grasp...
The birds fly over head so free
and so tranquil...
I watch them all, each flight not
new but never dismal...
Maybe one bird will have a note
that might say a reason why...
Or maybe I shall walk away and
see this was a goodbye...
The place I sit is absorbed in different
stages of memories...
From a start of coffee to long walks
that formed a love story...
As the trees changed and the seasons
have gone...
There is no escape from this distant bond...
a past experience,not forgotten ....
When that time comes, that I look at you but don’t see you, that I touch you but don’t
feel you, when your always around but never there .. I want the skies to scatter into a
million grains of lifeless dry sand .. and the mountains to melt into a billion droplets
of suffocating moisture .. so I can either be lost in an endless desert or drown in an
endless ocean .. when I gaze to your eyes with my heart screaming ‘HEAR ME’ and my soul
shrieking in agonizing misery ‘PLEASE GET ME OUT OF THIS DARKNESS’ .. to find my rivers
blocked by your mighty dams with no way to pass through .. I want this world to face my
rage so I burn it down with one fake smile from one fake heart, for I am nothing at that
point but the strongest I can ever be .. so bring your deserts and spill your oceans, for
I'm the one who taught the wolves to kill and the whales to sing .. when that time comes,
I thank you .. but you, you’ll be gone.
farewell ..
Form:
I wake up at 7:30 sharp, to
The static of my alarm clock
No discernable noise except for
My own voice whispering, "Today
is The Day."
I could crawl back into bed and pretend
Not to have heard; I could instead pretend
To fall back into my dreams. That way,
I can at least ignore the truth for another hour
Or more.
At some point, but not now, I will have to wake and
Tell you that I don't love you anymore, and hang
Up to the sound of you hating me. And what a shame,
Because you just
Couldn't wait to see me. At last, your Little Lottie will
Prove to be the traitor you never thought she'd be.
I hear the sound of morning, it sounds like daybreak mourning
For the
Promises I made that I can't bear to keep. I regret the day I ever
Said I swore never to leave. I toss and turn until finally, there's no
Doubt that I am awake. I tiptoe through my day as if on eggshells,
Flinching
When you call. I close my bedroom door, throw my pillow on the floor
Take a seat, and learn firsthand the language of goodbye. I stumble
Through my speech, hear you begging me. You don't understand
How I could
Even go through with such a thing. At your house, it must be World War III
But for the first time all day, I feel myself breathe. The weight of you just rolls
Straight off of me, and for the first time in weeks, I can fall fast asleep. And though
Your world
Just falls apart, I become eerily whole, as if I never needed you, not once, not at all.
No offense, but I'm just so relieved, because as of today, June 18th, I find
That I'll survive completely fine
Like fire burning sturdy wood, I won't
Waste your time or mine
when the truth arrived
enveloped, it was November
and at the inception
standing quiet
the rags of innocence
were ripped from my eyes
I mourned what never was
grasping at
this breech of faith
both hands reached
and disappeared
into the vapour,
where once
you laid to rest
paper fluttered down
I hadn’t realised
I had given more
than I intended
never seeing the game
that was played
in the shadows
of the day
my life-force was attained
belief in humanity
suffered and shattered
from the burn
of this betrayal,
paranoia sits with me
hand in hand
my fingers tapped out the tune
as the veracity of this
deception,
was validated
time and time again
So I am not mad
but grieving
I too was once loved
As I remember
A time when his name
Caused seizures in my tummy
Oxygen debts to my beating heart
Dreams to my forgotten mind
The north wind to my soul
Life sights that can never be appreciated when not seen by his side
I too was once loved
As I remember
A moment in time when the clock ran
And I bathed in its ticking
A time when never
Did I wonder
Nor did I covet
For he was all that I needed
With him and in him
I found me
My inner beauty
My hidden talents
My flaws
Of greed
Envy
Obsession
Vanity
Egoism
Insensitivity and
Tyranny
My flaws
All beyond his care
I too was once loved
As I remember
A point during my greatest flaws,
When I was shown
Sincerity
Compassion
Tolerance
Commitment
Forgiveness
Love and
Passion
All taken for granted
And now I too understand
Why I was once loved
Why his beauty can never love my beast again
Cloud 9 can be a lonely place
So much time and so much space
If only you would visit now and then
My time would be worth the loneliness I've spent
It's a bitter sweet kind of bliss
surrounded by clouds, and sunshine, and beauty...
But you're not here to spend it with me
So you see, cloud 9 can be a sad place
If sitting alone, by yourself is the case
Another sip is taken,a cigarette burns away unattended
Cheers to the scarlet liquid,and the sorrow that consented
To the time spent dancing my lips,on the rim of a crystal kiss
Freefalling tears so warm,how appropriate for times like this
Lying here on satin sheets,flesh adorned in burgundy lace
I long for the smooth caress, of forgiveness in an embrace
With my every faltered breath,though more like a naked sigh
I release my pain in silent tears,in hope this hurt will say goodbye
Slowly casting guilt filled eyes,around this room,until they fall
Upon the candlelit silhouette,of the ghosts from tears before
Distant are the smiles,nearer to me now is deep despair
And to this empty feeling,only your death could compare
I play my tear kissed lips,upon the crystal,now refilled
And in the silence of my grieving,my breath is almost stilled
Watching as sheer curtains,dance before a pale moonlight
I stay this way,alone and lost,trapped in the dark of night
Another sip is taken,a cigarette burns away unattended
Cheers to the scarlet liquid,and the sorrow that consented
To the time spent dancing my lips,on the rim of a crystal kiss
Freefalling tears so warm,how appropriate for times like this
It’s time to close pages of love
It’s time to lose this burden inside me
No heartache will stay in this heart
No picture of you and me will hang on my walls
I’m trying to forget you
Just to have my own day
I’m trying to forget you
And hope to find my own way
All my cries had turned into river
Flowing down into the sea
And the pain has gone to heaven
Well now it’s time for you to cry
I’m trying to forget you
Just to have my own day
I’m trying to forget you
And hope to find my own way
Well life is not all about love
But everything seems to need love
You should learn the meaning of love
So you won’t hurt me anymore
And you won’t hurt them anymore
I’m trying to forget you
Just to have my own day
I’m trying to forget you
And hope to find my own way
Just to forget you
that's all I wanna do
to forget you
.
Today I saw him
He never even noticed
We had met before
In another time and place
We loved each other freely
Today he noticed
That I stood before his eyes
He remembered me
All the love that we once shared
In another time and place
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Waiting;
Oh, how one waits.
We are always biding on some pardon.
I wait for you, bee, in the Spring of my lifetime
to absolve this affliction and pollunate the secret garden.
The locked garden we clammered for as babes.
I have forseen your sting for what seems an eternity,
and now, how one waits.
There once was a time when you waited for me.
I was Mulish and as time passed, so did your wait; on to the next amusement.
Are you so easily diverted, bee?
Pollunating the first violet which crosses your path.
That weed is no match for me.
I attempt to iradicate it but it grows like a sea.
Oh, bee,
come back to me.
Time in a bottle
If it were only possible to have bottled the past
To seal it so that time could last
My past had many good years
A family life I had no tears
And now to open that bottle in this part of my life
Instead of tears have more time with my wife
There was a time when I knew she loved me.
Yes, that was a very long time ago.
Her every word and deed, the way that she
Looked at me, her way of saying, hello!
I just knew, needing no confirmation.
But when it came:" I love you my dearest!"
An overwhelming giddiness begun:
A Reeling as though drunk is the nearest
Comparison to explain it. Today
The words are few, most deeds begrudged. Her love
Once true has waned in a well-mannered way:
Like moonlight once bright, now, none to speak of.
It's difficult to say just was the cause
This we know, it will ne'er be like it was.