Best Loved And Lost Poems
To love
Is to remember
The touch of your hand
Your voice
When you called me cariad
My mouth remembers your kiss
The feel of your lips
Sensual touch of your tongue on mine
The closeness this brings
To love
Is to want to be with
Man woman or child
To love them
to want them near
To take in their being
When you love
It tugs at your heart
Making your chest swell
With unknown pleasure
Spreading to a smile
your eyes lighting up
face aglow
The feeling of love
Keeps you young at heart
Helps you want to face another day
Yet no more
That love has lost its way
Floundering in the brink of destruction
Searching, for the exit of depression.
Needs to see the light once more
Yet all there is, is the heat of hells fire
The internal hell, that goes around and around the brain
Looking for answers, for the reason.
Memories try to flood the senses
Memories of the hope that once flourished
Now is smouldering in the no mans land of waste
Is there love ever after?
This is the third writing with letter L. As suggested by Jan..
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
Form:
I found a treasure chest I thought I'd tossed,
filled with memories of my childhood days
and precious keepsakes I had loved and lost,
tea party guests, who were with me, always.
Filled with memories of my childhood days,
there were two brown bears that I'd befriended,
tea party guests, who were with me, always.
How often their seams had to be mended.
There were two brown bears that I'd befriended.
We sipped from a make-believe china cup.
How often their seams had to be mended.
Just a little girl, acting so grown up.
We sipped from a make-believe china cup.
I remember those mornings at sunrise
Just a little girl, acting so grown up,
Serving tea on the floor with sleepy eyes.
I remember those mornings at sunrise
and precious keepsakes I had loved and lost,
Serving tea on the floor with sleepy eyes.
I found a treasure chest I thought I'd tossed.
Feelings of Nostalgia Contest
sponsored by Eve Roper~Prompt 3
posted~June 30, 2020
How I recall empathic tastes
Of winter frost,
And the bite of winds that railed against
The trees,
Dispersed with such unease
The deafening cries of those
Who loved and lost.
Mimicking in their jackboot stance
Upon the shore,
In the veil of mist, a carpet rolling in
The dawn,
The kettle whistle so forlorn,
The silenced tongues of those
Who loved no more.
She who hides in her branches in the black and white movie.
The black and white movie wherein no one talks.
No one talks where the hands are constantly expressing in motion.
In motion there is always the stillness in the background.
In the background, I keep you with me.
The me who speaks does not know who she is.
Who she is, got lost in the octopus expressing with too many arms.
Too many arms to mime her own blackness.
Her own blackness of thoughts where the background is white.
I did love and lose
Or did love lose again?
Couldn't keep my main
The one my heart ordained
Promises through happiness and pain
First sight of trouble and she bailed
Now i feel like a lost cause
To the one that completes me
Couldn't keep the part that made me whole
Loneliness taking its toll
Disappointment cant hide its show
Solitude is my attitude
Cause love!
Love lowered my altitude
Emptiness being my gratitude
Thinking of having a substitute
Weighs down on me in magnitude
Shaking feeling the amplitude
It was a long time ago,
but her face is still etched in my mind
since the day she came to live with us,
my aunt, a young widow.
Her real name she only knew,
for everybody called her Rosy,
because she had pink cheeks,
flushing like the petals of rose.
I was instantly attracted by her charm,
not because she was such a beautiful lady,
I adored her for she was so caring, so loving,
maybe because in me she found her unborn child.
In the evening after she finished her chores,
she would tell me engrossing stories,
her soldier husband dead in action told her,
the narrative of his fight in hostile lands.
I could see tiny drops of tear shine
in the corner of her pensive eyes.
As she told why the soldier didn’t return,
I noticed a veneer of grief cover her pink face.
In the gleam of the twilight hour,
her face glowed like a blooming flower,
suffused with the flash of the crimson sun,
and aunt Rosy turned into a rose I loved.
The gust of pent-up pain she suffered long,
crumbled the petals on a stormy night,
on the last fragrance she flew to her husband,
and a beautiful flower in my life I lost.
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January 21, 2023
Contest : Loved And Lost
Sponsored by : Regina McIntosh
Have you no tongue? So faint of heart?
Go tell her there's no other
so wonderful, and that apart,
so very like her mother!
Declare your hand, say it out loud
and never mind the lingo.
Why hide your ardor in a cloud?
She'll be yours, by jingo!
"Ich liebe dich!," "O, je t'adore!"
"ik hou van jou!," " b'hubuk!"
But when you're prostrate on the floor?
And when she shows you to the door?
Don't lose your nerve, or run amuck,
read Tennyson for better luck.
I love you
more than I do
myself,
here
with troubled
self - respect,
No longer will I linger
in yr growing shadow
of black holy empire wisdom
no longer to collect
in pools of shallow sinking
infested piranha
misdirection,
of counter - current
woebegone eclection,
of brainbusted battered bread
locked to my solemn
sojourning spent
erectile
head...
“It is better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all”
For the gift of love is our human call,
Miles can’t hold you from what you desire,
Deep in your soul love rages like fire,
Borders can’t stop the beat in your chest,
For love has first place above all of the rest,
Love heals the broken and mends the sick,
Love supply’s a candle with its wick,
It knocks on the door and can be very persistent,
Love is capable of being very resistant,
The stars are much brighter and the moon has a more vibrant glow,
No one can say where true love can go,
Even though the risk can be high,
That one day you may have to say goodbye,
Your spirit will sing and your soul will fly,
Love will cancel out all the tears you may have cried,
Unfortunately sometimes love does come to an end,
Your deepest memories become your closest friend,
Even though the taste of love may be bitter sweet,
The fact that you had love is better than it being obsolete,
For the nights of passion and days of glory,
You can hold deep inside as your personal story,
Even if loves wound becomes deep,
And there are nights that come where you cannot sleep,
The reason behind it is all very clear,
When you’re in love everything else just disappears,
We don’t think about it ever fading away,
And how it would feel if the sky just turned gray,
Though the seasons may turn
To the dimmest nights of winter,
And darkness may invade like an intrusive splinter,
Hidden inside the gash of this pain,
There is a love so pure that noone else can obtain,
Remember to see the greater picture,
It is even written in biblical scriptures,
That true love never fails,
Even after her ship has sailed,
So when you have love hold it tight,
For one day you may lose its sight,
Cherish every single day,
For just like a bird it may fly away,
Never regret the time spent in paradise,
However, remember sometimes true love pays a price.
By: Sabina Nicole
Love is strong,
It's hardly wrong,
Love sometimes last forever,
Most people stay together,
Love is like a song.
It's better to lose your love then never love at all,
Love doesn't really fall,
I onced loved,
I pushed adn shoved,
To get him.
I lost him,
Thanks to them,
But I really think he lost me,
He just couldn't see,
That i was his one and only.
I see him now and then,
He's not like other men,
he's still hang up,
Like a little pup,
I was the best he had.
So men and women,
To win,
You must hold on to what you got,
They mean alot,
To you more then you think.
Form:
To have loved and lost,
My darling dear frost,
I feel the same when you are near Jack Frost,
To have loved and lost.
When you are away,
I am at bay,
Lonely and astray,
It is hard to get away,
To have loved and betray.
To love and to lose,
I ask thee fool,
My spirited soul I so bruise,
For where are the fools.
To have loved and lost,
My darling dear frost,
I feel the same when you are near Jack Frost,
To have loved and lost.
Natasha R. Neuville
Copyright ©2008 Natasha R. Neuville
We’ve all lost or will lose someone we love…a family member, a friend
and we all know when that person dies…our love for them will never end.
We’re lucky our creators and Mother Nature have chosen to be kind…
as they remind us every day of their memories and the love they left behind.
Because our memories never sleep…because they flow like and endless stream.
they may visit us at anytime…why, they can show up in our dreams.
They may show up as we look out on a gleaming ocean or a field of glistening snow…
They may float into our minds as on a summer breeze they blow.
They may show up in the springtime…as the sunrise meets the plain…
They may land upon our shoulder in a gentle autumn rain.
Their memory may rise when we hear the wind whistling in the trees
or from a flock of birds in flight…
We may find a memory of them as we watch the clouds or on a moonlit starry night.
Yes, thinking when they die they are gone…would be a huge mistake…
for their memories stay with us…in our dreams and every moment we’re awake.
It’s a comforting thought…knowing we will always have memories of their love…
that we will always feel joy because our paths have intertwined…
And comforting to think someone will smile
as they’re reminded of our love…
and by a memory we’ve left behind
I think of you,
too often now.
Every part of you and me lives on
vividly in my mind.
I loved you
even from that first time we met
and every day thereafter.
You cannot know or perceive
the depths of what I felt and feel for you.
Are we so very different
that you just can't understand?
Hear my unspoken words
and see my silent glance
Don't let them be blinded
or hidden from your sight.
I guess, you never sought to see
me as I was, as I am.
Forgive me then
for intruding on your life.
I can hear your laughter
While he listens at
One of his friend's corny jokes
I can see his smile
While he gazes at his wife
With pure love
A worldly man he was
While he gives advice to
His kids about the do's and don'ts
Suddenly, something snatches
His life away, leaving a trail
Of hurt and pain