Lose Poems

Love It Or Lose It

The dirty laundry
of democracy
Near impossible
to clean

You bask in freedom
until it’s gone
Whose nightmare kills
the dream

Warts and pimples
in plain view
Perfection
for the sage

To govern
as the Lord decrees
Our liberty
uncaged

To make those choices
for yourself
And pay the price
be damned

Instead of letting
tyrants rule
To serve
— at their command

(Villanova University: September, 2025)

In the face of irresistible attraction, I lose myself in my rebellious nature

In the face of irresistible attraction, I lose myself in my rebellious nature,
I cannot restrain what I feel, nor change the choices I've made,
I act contrary to expectations, like an undisciplined artist,
For I lack the power to hold back when you are near me.
Your presence is a storm that consumes me, an endless whirlwind,
It overwhelms

Lose

You lose a million times. 
Just like the sinking feeling you are. 
Splotches, and splitting. 
Losing as much as possible. 

A millionaire can keep all his money in a suitcase. 
Fall like a camera filming a day in the life. 
Spattering money all around. 
Just like green paintballs. 

A mill on the outskirts of town.

never lose your pride

everyone sometime in their life
 may need a helping hand
if you fall from carrying a load
someone to help them stand
no matter if your a boy or a girl
or if your big or small,
never be too big then you are 
to ask for help at all,
if you feel down and feel real sad
no matter what it

In the midnight's heart, along the shadowed path, I lose myself in dreams

In the midnight's heart, along the shadowed path, I lose myself in dreams,
A river of thoughts flows, carrying me through the abyss's seams.
With every ripple, I draw near to the hidden truth's embrace,
In cosmic silence, my unfathomable soul I trace.
Under a sky full of stars, I dance with shadows of the past,
Each step an incantation,

In the depths of a silent abyss, where echoes lose their voice

In the depths of a silent abyss, where echoes lose their voice,
An old song is heard, a muffled murmur, a sigh of longing,
A tremor that shakes the sanctity of love and dispels dreaming
In a universe of cold shadows, where the light slowly fades.
Here, hearts lose their rhythm, hidden under the veil of silence,
And souls dance

My Player is playing to Lose

My life's a fcking mess,
watching myself rapidly digress
it's outta control.. 
I'm so f*king stressed
I so badly want to change
But I'm already way too far from success
I let out a huge sigh 
and stop holding my breath
Think to myself "what the frickin heck"
And just go with the flow
That I'm pretty sure nobody really knows
So stuck in

Lose Antennae

Lose antennae?  I’m a beetle!
Not one bug in Aleghenny
(at least, none you’ll ever meet’ll)
lose antennae.

Luck with chicks? I won’t have any!
Directionless, centripetal,
wireless wimps are ten a penny!

What now? Curl up? Adopt the foetal
position? Move to Kilkenny?
No proud pest in any street’ll
lose antennae.

About to Lose my Wits

     I think that I have never seen 
       a thing as vexing as a computer screen

     Page after page I type and type
       then one wrong click, out they’re all wiped  

 

Ross

Those endlessly dark COVID unit days 
Once lead my emotions and mental state astray 
Finally finding solace in online games 
For some crumbs of joy from day to day 

It was there I met a brand new friend 
Who got me through till winters end 
His words, thoughts and intentions were true 
His music and

When We Lose Our Voice or Imagine Being Surrounded By Singing Trees

There are many times, 
When we are stuck,
Like when a player exclaims, “Checkmate!”, 
And our king falls, as it is struck.

At that point,
The game is lost,
It is over,
Despite how we were flossed.

There are also moments,
When we need to perform it right,
There’s only one chance,
To match time and heart’s delight.

One of those occasions,
Might be to propose,
At

Change

Some days are good
some days are bad
some may be OK
while the rest could be
the very best you ever had
tho' there are those
who go
with what they know
always stay the same
consistency may be the key
but I prefer to up my game
some hands you win
some hands you lose
sometimes you break even
then there's when you have to pay your

Perhaps I'm not made for love, a labyrinth where I always lose my way

Perhaps I'm not made for love, a labyrinth where I always lose my way,
The moment I think I've found the chosen one turns into illusion,
The instant I feel I'm in love proves to be just a notion,
And when I open my heart, trust is shattered by gestures that wound me deeply.
I wonder, will I ever

It's strange how you don't lose yourself all at once

It's strange how you don't lose yourself all at once, but slowly, like a shadow that slips away unnoticed,
One morning you wake up and you're just... someone else, a stranger in your own story,
The motivation, the discipline, the routines you once clung to have vanished like the smoke of a memory,
That version of you, full

When poets fall into silence, humanity will lose not just its voice, but the very essence of Life

When poets fall into silence, humanity will lose not just its voice, but the very essence of Life,
soaked in the pain of fallen kin, surrounded by the tumult of fears that dance
like shadows on the cold stone-like asphalt, a poet dips their pen in tears of silver.
He had a name, a name that echoed like

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