Best Timelost Poems
Time is like an ever moving stream
It carries all away.
Like a restless wave upon a shore,
Once there - is gone forevermore.
A day that is lost - a time that is wasted -
not shared or spent in joy,
Is a time that cannot be recovered,
And a life that is spent - is lost forever.
Rainy days are here again welcoming me like a long lost friend!Storm cloulds lingering way
up high as I watch sky start too cry!Puddles on the ground all around stomping in them
makes a splashing sound!Ihold my umbrella way up high as the water falls from the sky!
Rainy days are here again greeting like a long lost friend!
Dreaming of the days
of the lost tomorrow,
of what went wrong.
What should have been said.
Mulling over a broken heart,
Long since been overfed,
with happy memories
of a better yesterday,
long since past.
Filling both mind and heart
with sickening dread.
Always dreaming,
always wishing
for the lost tomorrow.
Through out the years
Time fades into the cold mist
Of forgotten dreams and broken memories
Bearing down on the old soul
The empty years become lost regrets
The wishing stars
Die and become one with the vast sky
As the hope of youth vanish
Fate strikes with its vengeful hand
Wiping away the beauty of life
Cries of carefree days
Too soon become nothing but passing thought
The bright light of days gone by
Blind the vision of days to come
Making the journey seem longer
As the way is lost
In the fog of dazzling memories
That seems to haunt
Life’s fancy is soon distant
With the passing of time
Drawing memories on the face of beauty
And crippling the soul
That once danced about so freely
In the warmth of the dying sun
In the laughter of children
Echoes the damnation of destiny
Losing the shine of time
In the daze of splendor
The songs glorious melody
Becomes lost in the screams of reality
The sands of time fall
And the looking glass fills with faded shadows
Of days gone by
The beautiful sun shines down
Chilling the decaying skin of old.
. "‘Is there anybody there?’ said the Traveller,"
As we lay behind the moonlit door;
So many years we waited
For the voice that would settle the score.
The secrets we held within our hearts
Brought us back to this silent place;
Where for many days, in these lonely rooms
We expected to see your face.
But the forest darkened, as the days became weeks
And the weeks, gathering moss, became years;
You lost our trust, and we lost our youth
In the salty dust of our tears.
Many was the time we would listen
As a noise broke the vacuum we filled;
And one of us would climb to the turret
To call out to the forest now stilled.
Descending the stairs where hope slowly died
Afraid to return to attest;
To our hollow faces and our fear filled hearts
This would not be the day of our guest.
You bade us wait and we honoured our word
The ferns have witnessed our bond;
The thing we promised not to be spake
Has never ventured beyond -
These crumbling walls and rotting beams
As the house itself slowly died -
and one last time we prayed in the hall
That into the glade you would ride.
Our flesh is no more and our bones will not last
But our spirits have entered these walls;
Keeping vigil beyond this time of men
Until he who’s waited for calls.
So, if ever your grey eyes should rest on this place
And your knocking should go unheeded;
Our ghosts will see and we’ll sleep in peace
In the knowledge we did as was needed.
Inspired by:
The Listeners
by Walter de la Mare
Entered for: the Masters Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Tracy Decker.
To hold, as twere, the mirror up to nature
To touch its bark and watch its leaves depart
As if the tree has somehow lost a wager
And with that loss, it somehow just lost heart
A friend thought I should write an ode
To this old tree on Walney Road
This mighty oak that cast a shade
Before the white man did invade
That saw the Indians depart
Back when Lord Fairfax had his start
That saw the settlers clearing land
Who somehow let this oak tree stand
And stand, it stood 300 years
It heard our laughter, heard our tears
It stood there through our Civil War
As Union troops went door to door
It’s known that soldiers set up camps
And on its branches, hung their lamps
Then when this country lane was paved
They placed a curve, this tree they saved
A landmark for those living near
This oak tree that we held so dear
But lightening strikes and driving wind
Have brought this oak tree to its end
Then suddenly one day we found
The county brought this oak tree down
Where once this mighty tree did sway
We’ve naught but memories today
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My life’s apart
My toes I’d touch
But I could do
Without the rush
Midnight calls
Again Liquor’s saved my day
I see you not
I guess I’ve lost my way
Morning comes
My coffee’s stale
Let us
Check the mail
The door bell rings
T-shirt with no jeans
No class today
Wide awake
And I might not
Last the wait
This evenings cloud
Have shaken my doubts
I wonder
If I’ll ever make it out
Home from work
Dreary eyes
I lost my paintbrush
In my shirt
I’ve spoken soft
Worded cloth
But my quill
Has written dry
And to my dreams
My days
Might not say goodnight
Lost my wave
Astray in change
There’s no tempo in this trap
I am in dire need of a nap
"Her songs after brunch"
I do remember the day I died
I do remember: no one cried
For no one knew, no one cared
An unknown man: a life unshared
For early in this young man's prime
A victory lost in the sands of time
A wedding with the knell of a silent bell
The future of the groom a living Hell
I do remember an enjoyable Life
Until the Everlasting Day I lost my Wife
I do remember those that said
Why do you walk with the living Dead?
Why do you live in a darken sphere?
Surrounded by Death, Enveloped in fear
That I may nevermore see My Love LENORE
When I stand and Knock at Heaven's door