Lost Love. Poems - Poems about Lost Love.

Isn't it ironic? You sat on my right side when we first met And you exited my life making a left turn down my street It was my right hand that comforted you in the beginning And it was my left hand that tore off something that was supposed to be permanent in the end How the directions changed...

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When I wake up in the morning I continue to lie down Over there a rain keeps falling Sounds of cars hiss all around Through the curtains morning’s better Motionless I watch its glow Rainy morning comes like letter With no content worth to show Morning headlines make me sad Instant coffee turns me on Off I go for wine and...

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My heart is lost in depth of woes, While sorrows echo loud. As tears descend with silent throes~ Beneath a veil of cloud. In the dark I grope for my lost heart, But it's slipped beyond my firm grip. Each tear I shed softens its grave, And deeper it sinks, out of reach. My misery drums a hollow grief, No hope of joy or...

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I just want to hold you in my arms, have you close to me. I can't look back knowing you'll be missing— a pain I cannot bear. I want to look ahead, and find you standing, waiting there... But there comes a time where a bird must fly, and...

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How perversely exciting it used to be, in the months after you made your decision to abandon this hopeless situation meaning [rueful laughter] the UK, not so much the shattered bones of you and me I was still hanging on, a faithful puppy getting up early and heading out to Heathrow to provide the welcome committee and then I went straight to work?...

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This timid heart a 200bpm rabbit not like that you vulgarian like a frightened excitable permanently pulsating come on mammal living some say existing largely underground afrightened and ascurvy Riddled with the pestilence of forgotten decades and winters long gone which laid down their stains upon the landscape frosted thistles and tree circles yet all it takes is a kind word Oh Mr Dickens a mere sniff never mind a...

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I ruined what we had With my mincing words misplaced, Words that made you mad With a feeling as though also disgraced. I ruined what we were With things in which we never concurred, Things I was just unsure Of whether it is my path that has occurred. I ruined our bond With feelings long suppressed, Feelings as shallow as a pond, In which I drowned...

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Amour in glamour, when we were close ! Bell of adieu rang : My feelings froze. Pallid petals dropped. in wilted rose. ...

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Even if there were torches, showing the safest way, I'd still walk through the dark with just a match. If that's the path that leads to, you....

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Her love was like a rose,with no perfume. Dressed in very fine clothes passion she could not propose, brought the romance to a close. ...

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The old soul isn’t the same of King Cole’s The old soul is the growing indifference Past obediences turn to resistance Which the merry old soul never shows The old soul is a room of the old sorrows A portrait gallery of the passed away The old soul is a candle that burns night and day The old soul doesn’t...

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Red-Crested Sampan ? Shariful Alam June 10, 2025 Hudson, New York United States of America ? If by chance we meet again someday, If desire brings us close once more, I’ll breathe deeply again at the foot of the mountain, Smear your gentle gaze across my soul. I’ll cross treacherous roads— carefully, ever so carefully. On a melancholic evening, I’ll go to Silentville. That day, I will become the...

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(The rose you dropped ) Roses are beautiful, ain’t they? You see them once, and for a moment you believe in softness again. In something that won’t leave. But beauty tricks you— it draws your hands close before you notice the blood. No one tells you how much it hurts to love something that was born to wilt. He smiled like safety. Spoke like a promise. And I believed, like I...

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Love takes pain— it bleeds you long before it dries you out. Only those with blood to spare survive it. It takes so much to live through that bleeding. A needle— that’s all it takes. Love finds an infinite number of them. Like thorns beneath rose petals, it hides in beauty and pierces without warning. It won’t ever leave you alone until it drains your...

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My fear is standing next to my set future, While my heart’s stuck deep in the past. Still wandering lost in a love that’s gone, Caught between what was and what’s to come. Waking up every day, forever holding your peace, walking through the hours lost in your dreams. Lying...

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