Lost Longing Poems | Examples
These Lost Longing poems are examples of Longing poems about Lost. These are the best examples of Longing Lost poems written by international poets.
Love does not walk
Hand in hand
On a one way street.
She had already
Turned the corner
There was someone else to meet.
There was a time they grew thick and fair.
I thought them friends. They'd always be there.
What made them loosen up their grip
and say, at once, "Abandon ship"? -
my long lost, faithless, hair.
Two faint stars meet at the edge of night,
Sharing one moment in the hush of twilight.
They cannot contend with the rising Sun,
Nor ask the morning what they have begun.
So they shelter together beneath each other's umbrella,
Sharing a glance, a chance, to write their brief novella.
My heart ever palpitating at raw memories
of a promise buried in the sands of time
while life goes on in its many shades of dusk.
Ghosted by the vague recollection of a distant daydream,
the heartbeat pregnant still with a glimmer of hope,
the remnant murmur stranded on a forgotten beach.
AP: 1st place 2026
Ruth: It’s all my fault— my lost hat! How can you forgive me that!
Buddy: Quite an ego you have, miss, taking blame for stealing bliss!
Ruth: I’m contrite! Wasn’t right! My pillow is drenched every night!
Buddy: You make me ashamed, my dear, I chose to chase it— you hear?
Ruth: I wish you had let it go, but there was no way to know.
Buddy: My gallantry would you excuse, had I not worn my shoes?
Ruth: But why’d God take you away, ‘stead of by my side to stay!
Buddy: In Him there is only Light— He’s sad, too, to see our plight.
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In tribute , of course, to Fried Green Tomatoes
For the “Disrobing Ego” poetrysoup contest :)
In a prison cell that fairly reeked
I heard the song my soul never seeked,
an eternal, sorrowful lament
encircled by rats, steel and cement.
Freedom or hope could never emerge,
just a woeful, wailing dirge.
Once, you held the golden key,
but said your love was not for me,
condemning me to this lonely cell,
a strangely cold and desolate hell.
Now that I've lived my last sad day,
my heart and soul, wasted away.
Dear lady, I leave you just this scrawl
written on a prison wall.
Tell me something if you can
I just need to know
If I hear you, like then
From the lower row
Tell me more than shareable
Even if you think
That it seems unbearable
Send me please that link
Tell me something you’ve already
Told some time ago
Something loveable, just let me
Know what’s going on
Tell me of our happy days
Tell me of our sorrows
Guide me through the tangled maze
Of my lost tomorrows
Tell me that you’ll come again
Tell me I’ll be there
Where we shall meet and when
Tell me if you care..
I remember the summer days of you.
Images flash before my eyes.
How I miss the warmth of you.
AP: 2nd place 2026
FIXATION
Eager eyes and a hopeful heart
of innocent and pure intent.
Just to be in close proximity
gives smitten eyes their glint.
Clouds beneath infatuated feet,
lost in daydreams through the night.
Weakened knees and butterflies,
the tell tale signs of loves first bite
Who's not traversed that winding road,
whose ups and downs are not yet shown?
Each twist a chance to turn romance
into love, loss, or the friend zone.
It's a tight rope walk on eggshells,
drama traps made to anger or please.
Perchance you reach the other side,
and the juice just ain't worth the squeeze.
The lesson here, though all too clear,
is lost to infatuation.
Loyal and steadfast makes love last,
sparks are frivolous fixations.
Loss of a loved one cuts deep.
It feels like we'll never smile again.
We don't know how we'll ever cope.
Friends who care will extend their hand.
Somehow we will manage to go on.
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Hither and thither
to there and beyond
wondering whence and wherefore.
Each way is scattered far and wide
lost in every crack, nook and cranny
until a withering wily wanton wind blows it.
To and fro, there and thence to yonder and back again.
For, not all paths that wander are lost
nor are lonely white cloud formations
with all the world is before them
meandering to hither thither
and yon.
Psalm of Longing
my heart thirsts for You Lord
I hunger for Your righteous word
each day I need Your forgiveness
I need Your guidance and love
without You I’m lost in sin
sometimes I feel separated from You
some day my time will come
and I will be with You
Let's stay for a little while
Just before we go
I am smiling to your smile
In the evening glow
I can’t get enough of our
Mutual entertainment
Just a quarter of an hour
Of the sweet derangement
Share with me, my darling
Just before we go
Beckoned by the sparkling
Through the clouds that grow
Just two drowsy people
Lost in loving fun
Two minds getting feeble
Are better than one
My faith is rewarded
With the face of thee
A message you recorded
Says good night to me..
If love has a compass I’m still lost,
I’ve gotten used to going without.
Stable adventures have no direction.
Whimsical breath blows direction
trying to guide a spirit feeling lost.
I’m on the hunt for what I’m without.
Passion you just cant live without,
send me at once in that direction.
I’d like to let go of longing and lost.
I was built out of lost without direction.
This night, unhappiness devours my soul,
as I mourn opportunities now long lost,
and ache for a time when my joy felt whole,
before darkness consumed my life with cost.
How I pant for the gift of brilliant art
and painting (if only to be alive
once more to depict and draw from the heart
a scene where rivers, trees, and birds could thrive)!
Though art perished in me so, so long ago,
I still possess rare gifts of rhyme and poesy.
Though never will I be Michelangelo,
in Parnassus, life can still be rosy.
If art be higher, then I despised my rhyme,
but my Muse's good grace forgives my crime.