Best Sadlost Poems
So much is lost in time.
Words are taken in the wrong meaning.
Soon te bridge is but a scar of memory.
Sweet moments but a fargone reflection none of which
I choose to recall.
the laughter stale as the beer in this smoke filled room.
Music heals but stabs us deep.
Cents for the pain.
Numbers the tune.
Her body is there but not for anyone to
truley know.
the backward thougts with forward visions.
The emptyness my home hollow in the aftreglow.
My return is long overdue and to soon my exit.
A thief of emotion that exist only within my pen.
Has it been lost all over agian?
Rain, so cold, ribbons fall from the sky, pure white, the moment they touch the ground,
filth swallows them, just like fearing the reaper, grey sky never was so sad, so heavy the
air, so lost we feel, home alone, with a family by the side, to the mind of the sober, the
sun is hidden for today, resting behind the dark cloud's, hoping to see the stars shine
bright, the moon smile at the earth, the wind brushing the hair of the love one's, the day
look's away from us, god is not blessing the wounded anymore, while I salt my open scar's,
the rain flows thought my body, making a perfect shower of sorrow, I don’t feel my skin
anymore, I don’t have a face yet, again I lost my soul companion, but she is here by my
side, what does this feeling mean's, am I alive or dead? Am I really here for a purpose?
Or just to block the mind of the lost? The answer to my questions is beyond the lines of
death, do I have to cross it now? My ears hurt, bleeding the scar's rest, before I died it
was alright, but im still alive, numb, I feel is gone, already? The devil is mad at me,
but what did I did so wrong to deserve this feeling, like there's nothing real there, I
can touch it, but I can't feel it, I see it, but don't smell it, like water besides the
fire, drying the air away from the trees, third in line, six in line, eight in line, I am
uninvited to the end, seven bullet's, seven mourns, fire spreads the forest I rest my
head, eyes watered once more, dead or alive? Seize the door, silence for the suicide, why
do I feel this? The moment I died it was alright, but again I know im alive, I keep
talking like a dead, but I still roam the streets with potential outside and hopeless
inside, never I thought the sky would be so sad, because of me, the night I now will love
my existence, but why did the day hide's from me, all I know, all I care for, all I did,
was trying to make you proud, now the day said goodbye to me, only at the darkness of the
night, you hear my whispering voice, nevertheless you still live the life you took from me.
Tonight I read a diary, the words written in faded ink, the cover worn and tattered,
but still a feminine pink.
Pages of misspelled memories, sentences left incomplete, but the meaning oh
so bitter, of a young girl full of deceit.
I read every single sentence, every memory she had to tell. The bitterness and
happiness, she told her story well.
Through lines and lines of emotion, I read about her past. I read of long lost
innocence, and loves that didn't last.
I read of dreams that faded, wishes that never came true. Hopes she often
buried, and how her friends they had no clue.
The pages kept slowly turning, as she grew from year to year. As I watched her
innocence fade, I could almost taste her fear.
She made choices she didn't understand, only hoping they were right. She
learned the meaning of loyalty, but not without a fight.
I read of lost emotion, over the years she was taught to hate. I read of death and
sacrifice in a world she didn't create.
There were pages I noticed her hands shook, and smudges I know were tears.
As she told of drugs and anger, and fought to hide her fears.
Her pride in great abundance, she recorded every thing she did. As I read this
book of confession, I couldn't believe she was ever a kid.
At the end I wasn't reading, I was listening to what she said. I closed my eyes
and heard her voice, buried deep inside my head.
Her face appeared before me, and I see it every day. Every time I look in a mirror,
I still beg her to go away.
I slowly closed my diary, on a past I'll never forget. Of memories that will forever
haunt me, of an adolescence I'll forever regret.
Mingle with mounts,wander arid desert sands
seep into seas,lie lone o'er unknown lands
replicate waves of myriad mirrors flowing below
stand on meadows high engulfing green bands
innocent smiling children, gaze in delighted awe
at tufts tickling kites with a feathery fluff claw
the meditating sage atop a peak simply seeks
that all wants, wishes,into this vapour withdraw
stepping stones on the patchy pastel sky
furrowed fields, they fade,and away,they fly
shifting, shrinking, shapeless strewn shreds
white paint stroke streaks hovering high
in ripe time, like truth, they silently freeze
they twist and break with the blowing breeze
or seem darker than lies hidden away
than truth clouded, delayed or unreleased
creeping crimson hues mark presence
climb slow the soft snowy effervescence
as they eclipsed the sun, it lost sunshine
its soul seemed dead,life lost the essence
a sight that reminds of love's fulfilling bliss
this upside-down land that the angel's kiss
afloat on cotton cushions,watch the world amok
running across horizons,floating this abyss
the shadows shielding are so dark, so dead
how the heart and soul shiver in dread
fearing the sunshine shall never return
wishing to merge with the clouds instead
overcast meaning, truth casts a shroud
flashing rage in sparks,thunders angrily aloud
live dreams not fears, crush doubts not hopes
cries the perennially pouring heavy cloud
at times soft clouds meet thundering peers
throwing lightning, thunder, words and fears
tender hurt hearts shatter at the harshness
making broken clouds mourn a million tears
Insomnia begins
and
I begin my backwards count from a hundred..... 100...
99....98....97........ 96.... TJ
my thoughts stray and I am lost in a daydream
in my ideal world..
in your station wagon.. saying TJ this is who I am and I am not the Anxiety Disorder
Your scent is all over my black lasenza bra
The last embrace on my porch, was bittersweet and agonizing
It's hard to to let you go... and when you go..
I sit on my staircase agitated, wondering whether using my brain rather than my heart
causes me to make the wrong choices
You are already gone, before I get the courage to face it.
The words are always on the tip of my tongue,
but exposing your weaknesses is never just simply done
You are highly dissapointed
your look of adoration has become replaced disdain and your own personal irratance.
I've all but built a four walled prison cell.
In the end he will find his long lost heroine.
He is a saint, that walks the earth unaware of it.
I will always be dissapointed in myself
To let this man I care for so much.... just go
Sometimes in life we need to want someone so much
That we have to put it all on the line,
realize the great distances we must make to improve ourselves
so that one day we can be good enough....
One day... again I could hope to be myself.
Sometimes you gotta get lost to find the emptyness of the true soul.
Bury thoose memories to unearth old truths.
Cut the ties only to return to thoose past relations.
Ive seen the streets erase the picture only to relive the past.
Living ghosts a backdrop eternal.
I cant question thoose night's regrets like a blanket keep me warm
on a humid night.
When all is wrong why cant anything be right.
I'd never curse you utter truths into your lies.
Tainted encounters in many ever changing rooms.
Neon lit dream's sunset of my mind salt water taste the
bitterness we love.
The mountain's veiw is empty and cold.
Have we lost the the spark.
Iced over thoughts leave only shallow promises
to hold.
So I'll push you away only to hold the memory dear.
A coward to live in the pressent.
A living ghost of the man who once stood here.
I've lost track gone so far from all that ive known.
Sparks in the darkness.
Only illusion paint's the reallity sanity grace me life
once more.
I question has it vanished with my time?
The Maiden and The Blue Rose
There are no roses in shades of blue
But dare I say this is not true.
Maiden pure with silken skin
Awaits her Captain's home return
She waite on docks from morn till night
Her widow walk was lit with light.
She barely slept, she twisted hair,
She watched from hills for just one flare.
Her Captain's ship coming into shore
For his last trip, home evermore.
Their life together now begins
Two hearts promised, two lives entwined.
The Mariner's Ferry made the port
With frantic news to report.
Alas we couldn't do a thing..
We lost her in the turbulent wind.
The Maiden wept knees to the floor
“Oh, the Rose she cried in horror.
Her love now lost at sea to blame.
The “Blue Rose” sunken long lives her name.
Be happy for you have not witnessed it
The time where Haiti shook and fell
On this paper I transmit
This event worthy to tell
It started like any other day
Everything was calm and nice
Maybe it was nature’s way to repay
Us for our vice
In a split second it begun
Everything was going up and down
No matter what, you couldn’t outrun
This destructive force shaking the town
After a while it ended
The place was filled with dead silence
I was with my siblings that I defended
Saving them from this death sentence
I saw a man running with blood
All over his face, and lost his arm
The rest of his body covered with mud
With an organ sticking out of his underarm
During this catastrophe
I lost a lot of friends, and family members
I would like to destroy that part of my history
But everywhere I go that feeling ember’s
I was unlucky to see the remains
Of what was left in this desert
I had to close my eyes for it pains
Me to see my people trapped under the dirt
Just the thought of writing about it
Makes a bed of tears in my eyes
On that day I was whit
My friend as he lays and dies
For what happened to Haiti
Pray it doesn’t happen to you
This pain will cause you to worry
When they say you’re safe is it true?
There is a lost soul,that
hides deep within me,
it struggles and is wanting
to just be set free.
If it could only find the courage
and strength to come out and play,
God only knows just what it would say.
The lost soul within
truly has a big heart,
it wants to beg for
forgiveness,but hasn't
a clue where to start.
Everyday is a battle and
it wonders should I stop trying,
It has so many bad thoughts,
and spends alot of time crying.
Why can't this lost soul
just break free from it's shell,
it wants nothing more than
to escape from this HELL.
Colleen Marie Bono
I lost my mien I lost my unity
To the shadow of tartarus
Abided by the doom of iniquity
To the horde of vicious
Ached by the blamed chastity
To the blood of befouled gravitas.
I lost my alias I lost my faith
To the detainment of my goof
Abetted by the aphotic myth
To the trait lacked in proof
Copped by the dummy world so lyth
To the wraiths of swallowed truth.
I lost my anima I lost my chaste
To the roguish sprite
Plied by paroles jest
To the hearsays that parroted bright
Retained by the sight lest
Where I lost my being I lost ardor ignite.
___________x______________
angst
intese anger
such a wimp
been played
betrayed
nothing but a shoulder
to cry on.
lost soul
forgotten....
undiscovered ridges
under my skin
sharp sting
gliding slowly
lost to be found
wrung sheets
no sleep
this is what you made me
what i have become
building inside
the inner demons let
loose......
Let the games begin
It's there my tears fall like rain with the thought of loving you.
It's there my heart feels the pain of such emotion.
It's there my mind is as I count the hours away from you.
They say love is like a river.
It leaves your soul to bleed as mine flows a stream being far from you.
My life is that of a joy since I have found you near.
It is that of smiles and cheerful hello's as well as goodbyes.
It is my every waken moment I breathe you.
I live you as I long to have you near me.
As everyday I fight the erge not to cry because of the way I love you.
Its there my tears fall because of the love I have lost but at the same time
its the love I have gain.
But its there I never want these moments to stop.
That of the feelings that exsist between the two.
That of my soul being complete but not lost in life.
But that of myself I have found because now I am whole and not a lost soul
as a ghost wondering the land.
Because now I have all a man could ask for.
A loving woman and wife and a companion til the end.
That I no longer have to cry myself to sleep at nights because I have you to catch
the tear that fall.
Cause you are the reason I cry now because all the love I have found in you.
I love you much
A teenager who lost his soul
And looked for someone to hold
He finds her but he doesn’t know
If he and she would fall in-love
He fought his demons and sought for the light
Many years until he thought he lost the fight
But then here she comes and saves him from the dark
Like an angel of love who clutched his heart
Read my poems and you will know
The story of The Broken Soul
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Written in: 2/27/2011
I never imagined
You’d be so valuable
I never thought
I would never endure it
I never believed
Until I truly lived it
I never put in mind
Or mistaken my calculations
In any chance
You would leave
I never lost you
Until I really felt it
I never missed you
Until I truly admit it
I never thought
That I would never find
A bandage that truly closes the cut
Your preciousness arrived me
Knocking, slowly, quietly
Until it knocked down the door
How precious you are, I really felt it
When you left me behind
I’m sure you’d say
I never lost you
But then I would say
But neither do I still have you…
How do you know when the time is right?
When the eyes that once sparkled have lost their light?
When the robust body that used to run and play
has lost its shape, is fading away?
Without words to voice her plight,
she looks to her master to set things right.
Her life’s been long, her service true.
The days remaining now are few.
How do you know which day is the one?
When to make that call, to say she’s done?
To take that step, that last loving endeavor
that will part her from your life forever?
They say it is an act of kindness shown
to a faithful friend, to guide her home.
Home to the place where she will rest,
until the day when we are blessed
to hold her again, watch her run and play;
Then we will know that was the day.
Lelah D. Walters
9/19/09