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Flashing lights of neon blue, sirens loudly roared
Neighbours gathered in the street
Wondering if anybody saw?
Confusion as the ambulance opens wide it's doors
She's carried out under white cotton sheets
As her teddy falls to the floor
It was just another Saturday
Began much as the rest
Daddy in the garden
Drinking beer in his old stringed vest
Mom was in the kitchen
Keeping out of sight
He did'nt need an excuse
To cause a bloody fight
Tammy in her bedroom
Another drink for daddy
His mood was getting dark
It would not be much longer
Before the beatings start
He staggered to the Kitchen
Slurring as he spoke
He had a grin upon his face
But this mood was no joke
He grabbed his wife
He threw her
Her head hitting against the wall
She lost consciousness so quickly
Remembers little of what she saw
Heading to the bedroom
Cursing Tammy's name
She knew that he was coming
Froze from playing dolly games
Roughly he had grabbed her
A slap, a push, a punch
Daddy was never to be blamed
It's only cause he's drunk
Eventually it happens
They go that bit to far
Sometimes they forget
They should not leave a bruise or scar
Tammy never woke up
She was still
So pale and red
Her mother screaming chillingly
God no, my babies dead
I guess blaming there genetics
Seems an easy get out clause
If your generation beat you
Then of cause, you should beat yours
But choice and responsibility
Love care and respect
Surly they too are genetic
And as powerful as the rest
Just as transformation
From what's lost to what is found
In Regeneration of the severed soul
As faith and hope abound
Tammy's mom picked up her teddy bear
She holds it with a rose
Standing by her daughters grave
As the guilt within her grows
Hands reached out and grabbed my heels as
I walked this once bloody field. They were
just everyday hands, miners, carpenters, the
hands of the butchers boy, the bank clerk,
the sordid hands of the local Johnny no good.
The tinker, the tailor, the poacher, all pressed
for the glory of war, a glory lost in knee deep
mud and indiscriminate lead. Where the Devil
played poker with fate for the right of souls,
the Ferryman busy that day. Before my feet
the Poppies fall like men in sights at duties
call, then and now the field turned red. I sit
the depression where some cannon chewed,
now overgrown with moss and memories.
Whispers glide by me, idle banter, everyday
chat, sport, sisters getting married, mothers
worried, will anyone remember me, why.
This muddy morass where men walked or
ran, never realizing that death had its own
pace. And yet every step was made of duty,
glory forsaken as a lost cause, every step
seen as one closer to home. How many
names beneath this soil, how many stories
feed these poppies, and how many dreams
still lie bleeding.
Walk the battlefields and you will feel those
hands, the tinker, the tailor, the butcher boy
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 seem 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.
weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth
trapped in the furnace and consumed in the heat
stalked by the beast and driven insane
i'm lost in 4ever and there's just no escape
running on empty in mazes of madness
false hopes and dreams soon turn sick with sadness
i've fallen again and i live in disgrace
i'm lost in 4ever and there's just no escape
slaves on strings and puppets on pullies get controlled and contorted by maniacle bullies
tormented and taunted for our sins we must pay
i'm lost in 4ever and there's just no escape
engulfed in the fire and enclosed in the flames
the heart of pure darkness is laughing with rage
the smoke and the smut they dirty my wings
lost in 4ever and there's just no escape
running fast forward but i'm still in reverse
what i thought was a blessing was another black curse
hells hands pull me under
a lake of fire is where i remain
lost in 4ever and there's just no escape
time watched
time spent
time given
time to repent
time passing
time at hand
time lost
time that ran
time served
time earned
time held
time in hell
time passed
time missed
time remembered
time I wished
time judged
time seen
time blinded
time too mean
in a moment of time we do not see it is the moment of time thats unseen its life we wish to
live but its the time we can not give in anger or in love time is lost not rising above and when
time comes...we wished we had more, time to write time to read this time I spent was time
that I need for time I do see it is time that propels me its the moment the present it is time
like this...I miss. spend your time wisely for time eventually stops.
The day I lost my father its like I lost my world, I felt like a mother who lost their only girl,
this a messed up life, a messed up world, when lose someone you love it hurt so bad, burn
so deep hurt to the point that u cant sleep, all thats going threw your mind is how could dis
be, why did it have to happen, happen to me, how to stay strong don't leave me alone, if I
push away make it your place to stay, I'm like a baby with a rash you may ask me to
explain its a simple answer u cant feel my pain, misery suffering as my tears hit the floor, all
thats going threw my head I cant take this no mo, then I scream only to open my eyes in
notice it wasn't a dream, only to open my eyes to face reality!
Form:
Lost a life
Lost a mind
Lost my way
To try and find
Lost it all
Lost the reason
Lost the answer
To the question why
Lost a friend
Lost a soul
Even lost my way
In the end growing old
Lost the cover
Lost the voice
Lost the protest
To my choice
Lost the wind
Lost the sound
Lost the body
Drowning on the ground
Lost the blood
Lost the light
Surprisingly I lost the reason
Why I want to die
Lost the color
Lost the sight
Lost the track
Of lost time
Lost the reason
Why I lost it in the first place
Lost the sight
Of your lost face
I lost it all
I lost everything
I lost the reason
Why I am me
Lost my life
Lost my mind
Lost my way
In the darkest light
Written March 25, 2004
Invasion of tears on a lonely street
I crash spheres of sadness that burst with a sigh
There's no one to tear me apart I can meet?
..a Lexus is lost and the driver is shy...
The freezing orchestra plays in my head
Police sirens as one play with my memory
A voice seems to utter " They will give us bread !!!"
As tearing, lost souls head for the Crematory.
I dream I wake up as pure as a kid
"No More Tears" - a shampoo bottle promises in vain
This time though white traces of a salty skid
Releases my heart, my hopes and my pain...
by: iolanda scripca
www.scripca.com
for Paula's Contest "Tear"
A moment lost I cry for now. Memories
fuzzed by the event that stole from me. I
long for that moment back to piece together this
shattered self I am. Confusion mounts as I
slowly slip further away. More determine than
ever to regain the time gone. Most know not this
anger I feel. How it comes to life and consumes
my time. It slips further away each time I try.
Failure to receive that memory lost angers me
further to a breaking point. Angry I am I push
away from those who do not understand. Bitter
angers wells inside me to all I am is an emptied
shell. For the stolen moment I remember not.