Best Lovelost Poems
If e're we could move that mountain from between thee and me,
where would be lament or reason to grieve?
How remove the hollow from the tree, or shore from the sea?
What left would there be?
What if ere the beam lost it's moon.
Or lovely Autumn raiment lost it's tree? What then would it be?
Can one sow the seed without the land?
Would this be what Powers planned?
The grief, the longing, oh, the heartfelt gaze,
The strife the loneliness, but a soulful phase.
A mountain surmountable, a hollow fulfilled,
A sea able to be, a beam again spilled.
A stage again for raiment,... a fertile valley for seed.
Our love could not be boundless without the bonds of these.
Daisy trips and falls apart
The mysterious rider brings her back
And now wonders how she ll find
The way back home cause is its off the line
And runs away leaving the rider alone
He comes back for her
On the dark dawn
She refuses to go back to his lost life
The angered rider loses control
Cause daisy was the one whom he loved from soul
And for one last time he asks her to go
To the dark den with him for eternal light
For daisy nods no cause she loves her home
Fuming with fury he wins along
Cause daisy said she will stand her ground
The rider calls in his horse to take leave
Distressed yet still in love he climbs his horse
Galloping his horse he starts to race
While snatching daisy from her most beloved home
Cautious and anxious she struggles through the ride
Then comes the deepest valley with the bridge
Daisy unknown of the little bit of it
Tussling and grappling the little doll piece
Falls of the bridge before he could grab her
Bawling for help when taws’ to late for her
And once again
Daisy trips and falls apart
But the mysterious rider on black mare couldn’t save her fall
For he is down with the heart ache of his lost love
And as said so........
He wanders on the edge of the bridge you see
In search of his lost love or her screams
not knowing its too late for all her pleas
'Cos the daisy was the one whom he loved from h soul.
And daisy said no cause she loved her home
And so goes the story of one lost soul who took control with her innocent prose
Hang your head, and mourn
the lost smile of elation,
Happiness shattered asunder,
While melancholy tears, stain
the frame of a tarnished silhouette,
And speak words of wisdom, that
pain the ears and restrain laughter
by the chains of harrowing truth,
Demeaning a demeanor, with
structured news of elated nuptials,
Which force the ambivalence of love
and lost wishes, that belong to
a memory, which fades with time
but can never be forgotten,
Leading to a flaw in poetic justice,
that pushes a mind to delusion
But to return from a dismal and
desolate place, with even an inkling
of untainted hope, there alone lies my
whisper of salvation, And while my
pen freely bleeds, with phrases of my
most tender reminiscence, I can
only assume, that faith
is purposeful...
Thus by a dangerous choice, to
trust my memories to save me,
before they eradicate my being, I
find a breath of grace in writing of
you, and knowing you through my
words, and all your beauty throws
to them, and by this plea, hope to
know you, if only another moment,
With the mere faith, that
rediscovering you, will mercifully,
help me find myself...
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if ever i had two hours with you… or three,
the vacancy of this quaint café and barren
shores would be refilled with the pouring
of pink- frosted air on our glass-window’s past;
the multitude of disheveled suns ripping
arms of surrender; raged midnights ending
into carmine mornings; swallowed inches of stars
turning into lyrics replayed. and what splendor to
infect the whiteness or redness of seasons’
fingers wearing the pains and gains of many
a porcelain days. then,
to recall the sevens and nines of time’s scalpel
cutting our names into crumpled paper: a departure
of hearts traveling in different territories.
we inched away,
not because of lack for vows marked in deepest
sands. but… by fate’s desire to cart you in
a faraway land, while i.. i burned telephone lines
hiding beneath the long distance of regrets…
yearning for your comeback instead
of stamped letters thousands of miles so
removed from alleys where our arms used to walk,
we side-tracked along with stooping songs
that gently genuflected…
if and when we meet again, two or three hours
by time's grace, oh the fluttering of a thousand
thoughts would not be enough to say you were
the trunk that got away, and i was your last rose
that lost its stem.
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love lost from long distance relationship
For Frank Herrera's Contest
By: nette onclaud
funny no matter how much you love someone it's never enough
you can change your ways or meet them half way
you can comprimise and desquise how you feel for love
in the end nothing is ever enough
they say that true love exists but true love is what hurts you the most
finding yourself comes through pain and hurt
no exceptions in the laws of love just broken rules
sometimes when we try to hard we loose focus on what really matters
the time we invest in to falling in love cannot be accounted for
we cannot get it back or get recognition for it it's lost forever
total eclipse of the heart as the song says total emotional breakdown
some people live for love some people love for life
some people never live because they are lost in love
we can search for the rainbow or wish upon on a star
in the end nothing matters it's over for real
in that moment we loose reality on what could destroy us
we say with conviction that we will never fall in love again
until we become blind by what we can't see
the circle of life revolves around us endlessly
for we are just mere pawns being played by the facts of life
**********************To Beautiful... Forever on my mind**************************
I awake to such pleasantry
her beautiful face once more
I get dressed, grab my keys
and head for the front door
I try to think of anything
to relieve my mind of her
I can't get anything done
my mind is slightly blurred
she has me twisted
it's not like me,
sprung, bewitched
I'm slowly dropping to my knees
For twenty two years
been friends
For eighteen months
been lovers
I care for her most
there is no-one else
above her
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My pager vibrates
than blares out loud
what a hellacious sound
I recognize the number
her mother is calling me
is it a special occasion?
because for nothing do we agree.
She answers with a sniffle
mumbling incoherently
Beautiful has been shot
in a convenience store robbery
My blood drained quickly,
face turned casper white.
My legs turned to Jell-O
now i've lost my sight
I used whatever strength I had
whatever I could muster
I had to reach the hospital
to tell her that I love her.
Be there when she needs me most
be strong and show no pain.
Hold back my tears,
going against my grain.
By the time I reached her bedside
able to hold her hand.
The doctor said "We've lost her"
" We've done everything we can.."
The Red-Line Sounds.......................................................................................................
..........:JP)...................
"My dear, do you love me?" No, I think not.
A loving foundation is based on trust.
I lost that trust that ties true lovers' knots.
Without it, all love dies and turns to dust.
My heart's been broken many times before
Each love I lost left me uncertainty.
Love doesn't live within me anymore
This I say to you with all certainty.
Love is like snow, beautiful while it lasts
But comes a time it thaws and disappears.
And what remains are traces of the past:
The painful heartaches, lonely nights and tears.
Ask not again of me, do you love me?
Love has died leaving painful memories.
Raging Reality
Love lost cannot find the freshness it once knew.
Haunting past memories absorb sanity.
Spellbound, last illusions, and joys say, “adieu.”
Flickering dreams blanket deaths black reality.
Haunting past memories absorb sanity.
Reality grips hate’s raging encasement.
Flickering dreams blanket deaths black reality.
Final mockery proclaims a new standard.
Haunting past memories absorb sanity.
Spellbound, last illusions, and joys say, “adieu.”
Flickering dreams blanket deaths black reality.
Love lost cannot find the freshness it once knew.
© Name withheld until after the contest
May 9, 2010
Poetic form: Pantoum
You've left this trail of tears...
Now I'm broken and lost in my fears...
Searching for a understanding...
Why you were so demanding...
The love we once had has been erased..
No matter the pain this is what I face...
Alone is how it will be...
I no longer need you...
You no longer need me...
You've left this trail of tears....
Losing what we worked so hard for ,
we've lost all that we strive for over the years...
Struggling to hold back these tears...
So I guess this is good-bye...I can't make you stay...
But when you decide you were wrong..
Then it's gonna be to late....
I'm on my way...
Form:
Looking In
May I lean on the cold glass now
and look into a world stolen from me
condensing words to cold brittle panes
obscuring my likeness
I am no longer there
And as you abide now
in the transplanted warmth of my heart
I will try to kiss the continuum
that was once so part of my life
So have I lost the feel of your skin now
have I lost your glance
now that you have disengaged your limbs
from our dance
Separated now
by the barrier of trickling smiles
left in tears on cold winter glass
I face it alone
the smiles have gone
to their home they made in the past
Here I am again,
I'm so far away from you,
I've fallen apart,
A scattered mess of what I used to be,
I always tried so hard,
I thought I could do this by myself,
I've lost so much since I began,
I've fallen apart,
But you remind me of who I am,
When I see your face,
I know no other love,
I know I'm yours,
You're everything I know I lost before,
I fell apart,
I came to you a broken mess,
Because you make sense of who I am,
You're all I need to be whole again.
I love you...
I've counted the bars of my prison walls. 3 sides of 10 bars; 30. One solid wall,
cold, wet, molded concrete.
I've lost count of how long I have been here,
I hardly remember when I got here, but, it’s been winter
for a long time.
I've forgotten what it is to move in grass and amongst other bodies.
I am chained in here,
thick steel cuffs chain me to the wall.
I've counted the faces, whose names I can't remember,
and then lost count of them
as they flash and flicker, fast forwarded in my mind.
I've been motionless for a long time,
I’m not sure I even remember what movement is.
I’m not sure I can even remember to move.
I’ve forgotten who I am, my name, how old I am
how tall I am, my features, likes and dislikes;
there are no mirrors.
I’ve been nameless for a long time, and there is no one else
here in this vast blank expanse but me and these bars,
and one wall.
I’ve realized I don’t even know what I am
and that panics me, but I know not what this feeling is?
What Is feeling?
I’ve thrown myself at the bars, clawing at the nothing
that lies behind them.
What Is nothing?
I’ve discovered there is a name that echoes and echoes In the vastness,
how do I know that name?
Is it mine, yours, theirs, his, ours?
I’ve remembered, the memories crush into me,
a weight I had not known for unknown amounts of time.
No go away! Again, please...
I’ve tried to forget,
but the white walls are somewhere out there, waiting.
and I? Why, I do not even exist.
[IN]SANITY
I was lost in the moment
lost within her eyes
shinning like a star
staring at me
trying to say something
yet, I cannot understand
may be something
which was never meant for me
to understand
its seems so vast
so powerful
its stop everything
I feel heavy inside
I miss her more
I want her more
I can't take my eyes of her
even I'm forbid to
I'm lost in the beauty and the
expression in her eyes
it reminds me of every single moment
I spend with her
I find it rolling across her
dark grey eyes
strong feelings
very strong
in her eyes
Form:
Maybe the ocean will never be enough
To reveal the senses' struggle to reach
Expectations floating over time.
And maybe waves are not high enough
To cover these words unsaid, this silence
Of a love waiting.
Years of earthen promises locked
To find your beating,
A rhyme my feet knew from the very start,
The echo of your kiss
Remaining in my soul.
And I would travel lost lands and skies red
To find you,
To hold your breath between my lips.
I would walk mountains of snow
To reach your guilt
To attend your fears with a care divine
Stealing rain to satisfy your thirst,
Stealing time to glorify your dreams.
Your eyes would lead me to purity paths
Of freedom and redemption,
For my love to embrace the nights
Seeking lost stars.
For I would be the sea you cry
And my hands the road you walk
Twisting in this abyss of infinity.
At this ocean's margin I remember
Calling Fate to come, to show signs.
A shapeless moon above my eyes
Resembling to those dreams we lost,
To those promises flied to other dimensions
Waiting for your eyes to behold again.
Anything BUT Rhyme
For some time a young man had not seen his lover.
He made haste to join her soon as time allowed.
Riding on horseback he sped home to see her.
Ride he did from Georgetown to Pawleys,
Riding to her in lower South Carolina.
Eager to see her he acted fool hardy,
by marshland and swamp instead of by road.
The short cut he took was riddled with quicksand.
Both he and the horse were lost and ne’er found.
The young girl declared she would never again love.
Time needed to heal, she began to forlornly
walk and remember the young man she once knew.
Mourning her lover she walked every day.
On one such excursion, she saw a young man.
Dressed in gray approach at a distance.
When he drew near she recognized her beau.
She knew he had died but now lives again?
A touch to her lips brought her to silence.
“Please leave immediately, there is great danger”
Without saying more he vanished away.
Finding her parents she told them the story
They fled to the mainland making great haste.
The hurricane that night was fierce and deadly.
Lives were lost and many homes destroyed.
Save their’s and a neighbors whom also was warned.
No one can explain the subsequent sightings.
Foretelling the safety of those whom are warned.
Of their lives and belonging which stayed safe
in the wake of a terrible, terrible storm.
But the young girl knew that which they didn’t.