Lost Love Poems | Examples of Lost Love Poetry

The fire’s down to embers and the candle’s burning low And I cannot remember when we stopped watching the show The morning’s coming quickly but we’ve still so far to go ‘Before we have to greet the early morning light. Maybe just another drink then we can call it a night. The bottle’s on the table but that’s halfway ‘cross...

Continue reading...

In the quiet of my lonely room, Your laughter echoes, a distant tune, Time zones stretch, and miles divide, A love once close now feels like a sigh. Letters linger, words on the screen, Each message a hope, a flicker unseen, Days turn to shadows, weeks follow fast, ...

Continue reading...

"The measure of love cannot be weighed in words or deeds ~ the heart chooses its own journey and learns to either sink or swim, I have drowned many times." Poets Own Quote" The heart that bleeds, bleeds not for you, but me, for my words fell short and silent of what love was, lost voices filled empty seats...

Continue reading...

My bones float over her, I'm glass Now on memories drunk I sip — Another sun that must be asked. My bones float over her, I'm glass. I gave myself, my skies; cup's pass A blue bookmark upon your lips. My bones float ~over her~ I'm glass Now on memories drunk I sip. ...

Continue reading...

He drew maps for a living. Not of roads, but of promises— soft lines where her laughter once lived, tiny arrows where her eyes used to point when she couldn’t say stay. She was the sea— ever folding into herself, a hymn of salt and leaving. No harbor could hold her, no anchor dared ask. He traced her tides in silence, built cartographies of could-have-beens, and marked in...

Continue reading...

Ruby Tuesday caught him on the rebound They met at a Rolling Stones Concert He was glad she came into his life, he conceded She was nice to have around To fill the void his heart needed Before he met her, he was in bars drinking whiskey and gin Where honkey tonk women danced,...

Continue reading...

"I'm not sure if the love that brought us together was worth the pain that tore us apart." ~ Boomsumo.com I have to unlearn what some label 'love' not the kind that coos like a turtle dove That's the type of romance that makes you dance But I was struck by lightning from above with emotions that never had...

Continue reading...

“When the heart breaks the trail of longing gets lost in the debris of its shards”- By Poet The sparkling dawn enwraps my heart with hues, spreads the sunburst luster of my yearning, paints golden garden in mind’s blank canvas, blooming with the patina of my love, unfurls buds of fervent facsimile of your astral floral face, I adore....

Continue reading...

The road was rough, the path well-worn, My boots were dusted in what we mourn. I walked by the field we used to know, Where dreams were born, but failed to grow. A window glows behind a hill, A face I loved, maybe there still. But time's moved on, and so have we, After we fought - I lost the...

Continue reading...

My love is a black hole, silent, vast, misunderstood. It doesn’t explode. It swallows. Soft things. Sharp things. Every memory. Every maybe. I give and give and still it spins, pulling everything in without return. I don’t know where it leads, only that it holds so much: letters never sent, touches never returned, hope that clings even when hands let go. People think black holes destroy, but I...

Continue reading...

Trying to make some sense of it all but ready to begin my exit from this fated tryst with baggage worn and thin One last goodbye is all I leave for you and you alone who held me through the darkest nights — my home away from home (Villanova University: July, 2025) ...

Continue reading...

I don't love you We can say I don't know you We can say I haven't given you a chance We can say that maybe love will grow if we are patient We can say there is hope But as of now, I don't love you What we can't say is that I don't know what love is I know...

Continue reading...

I am the girl who loves too much. The one who bakes brownies instead of saying, "I miss you," because sometimes sugar feels safer than truth. The one who writes long birthday cards and sends postcards filled with drawings, because my words can be too heavy, but my heart refuses to stay silent. I fill pages with prayers, scribbled in hand-written cards with too...

Continue reading...

I used to think heartbreak missed girls like me, the ones who waited, who stayed soft and sure. For years I prayed, “Lord, guard this fragile heart,” believing stillness meant I’d skip the fall. Then he arrived. The first to hold my hand, the first to kiss me like it meant something. He made me feel alive in quiet ways, like maybe...

Continue reading...

ill drive down the highway at one eighty two you'll say that'll we'll die but i know that can't be true cause the strings and the signs of fate pulled us together and they won't tear us apart for as long as i'll remember the moon in the sky is so far away in a big pit of darkness...

Continue reading...