Lost Poems | Examples of Lost Poetry

I was oh for once so happy. 'Til you said you could never love me....

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My life's always been full of so much love, lust, and longing, As well as shallow lovemaking, loneliness, losses, lamenting. Feelings old and new within me are always lingering....

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There he was still as a windless night, As if adorned in the drapes of the stormy sky, His shield covering the faintest shimmer's plight. The candle held on to its whispering glow, On the shores of the unending sea, It held on in the ruthless wind's blow. Why the ritual of protecting a such memory, In the great winds of every...

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I passed you on my path by chance, by the bench where we once sat with hands and hearts entwined. You looked on through me as if I were the fading apparition you left when you said goodbye. Your eyes saw past the flame of hurt, that dying love ember left behind as though you felt things that I did not. Your head and...

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A man who wrote with strokes so bold’ of the Struggle of humanity.. Long may his excerpts Be told’ he helped write the American constitution, all his writes are original; and Often Concerned with restitution.. Yet too much To satan I see he gave, with that line on ruling A error (most grave!) though he was only human as Anne...

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He doesn't cry in public- he's learned to bleed where no one looks. Where bathroom tiles keep secrets and mirrors lie just enough to keep him standing. he skips lunch again. just not hungry, he says but the hunger is real- not for food for someone to notice. for silence. his sleeves stay long, even in summer. skin whispering stories that no one ever asks to hear. because boys? boys don't break boys don't...

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they say boys don't cry, so he bleeds instead. silent screams hidden under hoodie threads. he skips meals like skipping pages in a book that no one wants to read- his ribs start spelling out "notice me" but no one speaks that language. "you're a boy, tough it out," they said when his voice shook like glass$and his hands begged for anything but silence. so he carved the words he couldn't...

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I drove because I hated me. I drove because I didn’t understand. I drove because I am a loser. I lost. What did I lose? The best timeline I could ever have. Happiness, Purpose, A reason. What did I gain? Loneliness, Sadness, Grief, Pain. White for the innocence I left behind, Pink for admiration, for gratitude in kind. Red for the passion I buried alive, Purple, the sun’s crown, her colors survive. Dianthus...

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And if there’s nothing left to come back to ... shall we wander the aimless wasteland as ghosts along with the other extinctic creatures. A barren planet of our making: literally, Hell on Earth. So, let us pray the Lord’s prayer for a little intervention. A little “on Earth as it is in Heaven.” would...

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She was like a bull in the sunshine— angry one moment, then happy the next. That’s what Olivia was: the way she was with everyone. A short series of well- regulated emotional stability, followed by a long series of emotional outbursts. She was loved, and she was hated. She was kind, then she was cruel. But most of all, she was confused— confused about why people left her, confused about why she couldn’t stay happy,...

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Sintered from the dust of dying stars This vessel of mine was, By hands that reached down Through the veil above, And together with one generous breath Bestowed upon it This uncanny spark—this soul— That man so very hubristically Dared to name so. From the tenderest of age, I felt a magnetic pull— A silent tug upon my heart, And upon that uncanny spark— To cede way to...

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"Life levels off in importance. Days are no longer jagged peaks to climb; time is a meadow, and we move over it with level steps." ...

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We made our padded rooms, Trampoline parks for a time, For bouncing off the walls, With a crash into the side, Those clouds our leather breakers, Of eroding rolling rows, Salty tongues of the storm. Strapped into a jacket, A hopping biped fowl, Once a soaring pterosaur, The terror of the skies, Now domesticated bird, Trussed with wrung neck, Head severed at the join. Off the pier to flip, Into...

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Our spark was a magenta-aqua gradient supernova. A bright flash of love so nearly blinding it was eye-opening. Our talks echo in the chambers of my inner cosmos....

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I drew a rendering with love's charcoal of your face, held in my soul It's drawn on the cave wall of my mind believing it would fade with memory I visit this cave in silent twilight when the world is still and I'm alone where I can...

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