Lost. Poems - Poems about Lost.

she has been looking for someone, since before she knew the word for wanting, “please, have you seen this person?” someone who’s tall and blonde and strong when she scratched her knees falling down the monkey bars —he can catch her when she falls, and lift her like she is air someone who's kind and has a puppy when she first held...

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Inspired by Prince Roger Nelson's song : When Doves Cry Grey clouds hover over my wasteland, the desert languishes in the heat of craving, deprived of the tuneful rain, until you arrive with drizzling breeze. In your pulsating embrace my heart’s oasis resounds with the symphony of desire. As the pristine patina of radiant roses flushes your crimson cheeks, rhapsody...

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jilted wallpaper flower ~ sours and appalls when blooms are sprawled as scours ...

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Our heart wanders lost through the dark forests, and our dream struggles in the castle of doubt, with echoes of uncertainty, but within us sings a secret music, a melody that knows no silence, hope is pushed into the abysses of shadow, but the angel rises again, taking us with him in flight, in the wings of light that...

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They inhale the poisonous substance, adduction had no power over resistance; their brain's responsiveness is too slow: look at them: their glance is so mellow! This is the offspring of the floating potheads, they renounce everything that means strides; they sit in a relaxed pose with mindless eyes: soldiers fight the wars, while they enjoy puffs. " Vacant glances and sunken...

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neon flickers pink, cherry blossoms broken glass—— I drank the false moon....

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her steps rhyme with mine an echo between yearn and daunt I ask her to keep pace, her shadows pine voices behind me, slick and gaunt —the phantoms want to keep her the light ahead hazy, yet I demur we’re so close—or too close panic surged deliriously, in prose— my eyes turn to my asphodel... her lost shadow whispers: ‘farewell.’...

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May is the season of Rain droplets of soft note tapping rhythm into my coat tip— tap. tip— tap. she walks with me and starlight for a silent talk midnight May is the season of Rain I watch her dance as sun sinks beneath the fence— tip— tip— ...

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"The Darkened Sky Stole my Tears" ************************************************************** The Darkened Sky Stole my Tears ...

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Heartsick that foolish thing Thumping through my bones Shooed away, an errant puppy Still waiting for the stick throw It has sat so long Barely remembers what it misses now Some flicker of imagination A sense of who it was Yet refusing to let go Honouring it says To let it go, lets it end Drowning in defiance Knuckles white to the stone Yielding no blood ...

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When days of dreary tropes could feel no duller, and gray heavens escape my pencil’s reach, —oh misery!, it can’t be set to speech,— my crayon box dreams of unbridled color! When weeks waste precious hues for wanton squalor, my paintings doning the pale death of bleach, —or worse!—, if poetry can no more teach,— my crayon box prays for fuller color! Woe!Woe!Woe!—unto...

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>> true love, please. [ERROR]unable to retrieve file 'true' >> fine, then just love. [ERROR]file 'love' can’t exist without 'true' >> …just happiness, then. [ERROR]requires connection to server 'live'...

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Once, I sang without thinking— notes spilling like sunlight through trembling leaves, a language woven from breath and wind, a melody that painted the endless sky, dancing on the morning breeze, weaving stories of hope and light. My voice was free, each note a flickering flame, threading the world together from dawn’s first blush to twilight’s soft sigh, lifting hearts and stirring dreams with the simple gift of...

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It's three o'clock in the morning, and I'm sitting here on the bathroom floor, reliving that day—reliving your death. If only crying could ease the pain... Maybe I would be able to live my life again. Instead, I close my eyes and hear my voice blubbering to 911. Dad is at work, so I know...

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To feel worthless and lost can be the worst defeat; don't wear that look of pretentiousness it takes away every joy and sweetness! No, there's no deep affection of woman , that once those lips whispered sweetly, and that magical glow could never be broken: I put my trust and faith in you so sincerely! My existence is hunted by demons, no...

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