Forsaken Poems - Poems about Forsaken

It dies on the vine, like crops that rot in Hope’s field, an unreaped harvest....

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Blue were my days and nights when you would check on me, with late-night conversations and your playful words about meetings Is it the days that I miss, or is it you whom I long for? This affair was forsaken from the beginning ...

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My God, my God why have you forsaken me? Lord with your hands You created me Placed love in my soul And beauty in my heart I come to you today Shattered into a million pieces Filled with fear and pain Where is the road back to you? I wait for your voice to...

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Locked behind the gate, a jewel lies hidden. The wind emits a mutter of love smitten. A shadow plays a game of hide and seek, With a tantalizing prod, and a sneak peek That glints a sparkle from par buried gem. Amidst the interplay of black and white, lies the mayhem, Of a memento of love lost, jewel lost, diadem forsaken....

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My spirit, Incinerated. Its ashes Descend back into That dark crater: That inky opaque abyss, Where the slightest din Is swallowed, Where that one fragment of light is asphyxiated, Held down, Stripped and raped from its alluring, golden iridescence. It drowned in its own tears And then scattered across its own grave. They turn their backs With apathy entrenched into their depths: The...

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Hello? Can you hear me? I feel like I’ve been shouting my sorrows at nothing at all Are you ignoring me? Are you even real? Why have you forsaken me? I say it while I shake an angry fist at the sky I sob it desperately in the darkest of nights Why have you gone and left me to my own...

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Until the satire makes you happy, Until the exhaustion seems glossy, You need to prove it somehow, That you are not unknown anymore now! Until the feelings hit hard on your chest, Until a stranger can hold your waist, Until an unknown can call you by your surname, Until you play something that does not look like a game; Until you are jealous...

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Protected from contacts and content as well You lost interest in me completely To my “why?” you sent silence, so its nothing to tell I was buried alive rather neatly You probably question yourself how on earth We came across, two lonely souls But how could you know that its nothing I worth And I couldn’t foresee the blocked calls I was...

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I’m lost in a field of forsaken flowers, counting crestfallen stars… and as the lavender moon ascends to rinse away cold kohl tears~ I call your name in soft cadence, pondering, will you ever hear me?...

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In the hidden realm of forsaken souls, Where echoes of long-forgotten hopes fade, I wander among dreams seeking their eternal place, Beneath stars that seem to gossip about their cold neighbors. Their intangible silhouettes, like leaves shaken by the wind, Struggle in a world where smiles appear to be rented, In the endless game of hide-and-seek between desire and reality, They live...

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Our home was lit with autumn's spicy scent. Now spent are the forms that had something to hold: votive molds, photo frames, vases.... forsaken. The form within my breast, too, is forsaken, no longer pressed against your Old Spice scent. Once, we had each other to hold.... Now memories are the substance we hold. Your sloughed skin dust is not yet forsaken; a...

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You have forgotten who I am You, who held my hand And led me to the waters of the world When I was but a girl You did not teach me how to swim You, who knew me then And when the rising tide over swept me I was lost at sea You did not show me how to fly You, who watched me...

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My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? Why are you so far from saving me, so far from my cries of anguish? My God, I cry out by day, but you do not answer, by night, but I find no rest. Psalms 22:1?-?2 NIV Psalm of David full of God's spirit. Your ,God heard your cries...

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black clouds threaten in rumbling roars and thunderous waves across the hills life unrolls the worst it has to offer and in our innocence we wonder what has made the gods so angry that our illusions so easily be crushed dreams extinguished as castles crumble grown men falling to their knees cursing both sun and moon above and again we ask what has made...

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Hearkening to community's notion, confines himself to violent commotion; Mumbling as though stricken by demotion, stumbles to fathom out his emotion; Hence, rumbles to drink an energy potion, which could empower him to submerge in devotion. Sailing upon the journey of solitude, ...

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