Feeling Lost Poems | Examples
These Feeling Lost poems are examples of Lost poems about Feeling. These are the best examples of Lost Feeling poems written by international poets.
Things didn’t happen unexpectedly with no
Hint; where once you hung on my
Every word, now for months you haven’t heard.
Useless to say I love you,
Never mind the ill wind blowing,
Soon heartache will ensue~
Perhaps you don’t mind my knowing,
Or perhaps you just don’t care!
Odd to see life unspooling,
Lying in a tangle over there
In a maze of dismay fueling
Near emptiness in feeling
Godforsaken with no hope of healing.
Lost on earth lost in space
Lost myself lost my place
Lost in karma lost in love
Lost in the devil lost in god above
Lost my path lost my way
Lost in darkness lost I must stay
Lost my mother lost my dad
lost the love I ever had
Lost in a maze so lost that I scream
I am not lost in my in my life I am lost in a dream.
If love has a compass I’m still lost,
I’ve gotten used to going without.
Stable adventures have no direction.
Whimsical breath blows direction
trying to guide a spirit feeling lost.
I’m on the hunt for what I’m without.
Passion you just cant live without,
send me at once in that direction.
I’d like to let go of longing and lost.
I was built out of lost without direction.
We feel lost here,
It’s been a year
Since my biggest fan has departed
Leaving all of us disheartened.
Some days are good, some are hard;
Your leaving left us scarred.
So many mixed emotions
Our lives turn in chaotic motions.
I know exactly where you are,
Yet you still feel very far.
I know we’ll be reunited
And the thought leaves me excited.
But we are no less lonely,
And the days still pass slowly.
We love and miss you, Katie.
Flowers beneath my feet
rustle as I stand beside your name,
their petals opening like small breaths
from the earth that now holds you.
I whisper your memory into the gentle breeze,
feeling the years gather softly around us~
all the mornings we shared,
all the evenings we folded into one another.
The ground is gentle here,
as if it remembers how you once held me,
how your laughter warmed the rooms of our life.
I let the blossoms brush my shoes,
their colors muted, tender,
like the last light of a long-loved day.
Flowers beneath my feet,
and still I feel you~
steady as ever,
just beyond the veil of soil and time,
your love rising through the quiet
to meet me where I stand.
love
at start,
like a flame,
bright and shiny
burns hot, emits warmth
like the hearth in winter.
when souls cuddle close and merge
what an overwhelming feeling.
the lovers swim in joy, reel on toes.
but like tides wane, the first feel recedes
charm of life gets stolen away
drudgery slowly sets in.
hot arguments prop up
conflicts arise soon
coldness creeps in
hate intrudes
and love
wanes
In silence, I sit in moonlight and cry
feeling the cold of the night with my tears
I watch stars dim as they burn in the sky
alone in the dark, I embrace my fears
a silhouette on the edge of my mind
reveals the abyss of hurt and deceit
they hang like shadows there to remind
beneath the sky where pain and anguish meet
collecting stars as they fall from my eyes
turning to ash in palms of cupped hands
released to the world that never replies
seeking the answers innocence demands
wanting tomorrow to come before dawn
and needing ashes from burning stars gone
Red Rocks
Sweat socks
Foot pain
Worn brain
A desert of love I have crossed
Feeling alone and always lost
Sandy tears flooded my sad eyes
Recalling choices, most not wise.
Limping
Slowly
Along
My path
Reached a
Crossroad
With signs
Pointing
Left for
Satan
Right for
Jesus.
I fell for you deeply into some sort of spell.
Sadly sometimes I end up feeling unwell
And all I wish is for you to be able to tell
How for you my heart will always swell.
I fell for the you you could potentially be,
Until I realized what I want is also in me
As you told me you couldn't be what I see,
But little do you know maybe we can be free.
I fell in love with how you made me smile,
It made me wish you'll stay a longer while,
But I know even true love's gone out of style
In modern age with everyone's own wile.
I fell in love with my idyllic perception of you.
Sadly turns out someone like me won't do
And I'm not sure if I'll ever break through
My state of limerence's every debut.
The love for water turns into nightmares.
Walking on the yellow sand, then to appear
Seating at the bottom of the river's tears.
Recovering, floating upward, no one cares.
Breaking down emotional and mental well-being.
The aggression of grief, in a cycle, not seeing
The denial, anger, and depression are endless, fleeing.
Confused by the sight of obstructions coming
From different misconceptions of heartbeat directions.
Through Life’s Clenched Jaws, experiencing debt,
The sheltered or unsheltered homeless,
Death, and all the obstacles this world brings.
Feeling it give-way, seeing the emerald shoots returning.
To walk out in its warmth, reclaiming
The right to breathe with confidence and create anew.
I felt it break,
I saw the shards,
the frame hanging limply
in it's wake as it crashed down.
I never wanted anything but her,
so I kept the curtain open.
But now the glass shines, where it was
embedded deep inside my disembodied soul.
I try and try to pick up the pieces
but they cut at my skin.
I struggle through the pain
the glass still shines without her.
I can fix the shards
of the window
but there is nothing
left inside.
I could reach for the pieces
but all that would do is hide the tell-tale tracks
of a poisoned soul cut too deep,
to ever be whole.
The more I try
the more I scream.
That's the price
to ever love again.
Glass scattered
to the mist,
but that's what I get
for feeling this…
“Unable are the loved to die. For love is immortality.” – Emily Dickinson
He can’t help feeling like he lives behind
the gates of hell – a godforsaken place
where ghostly thoughts inhabit his sad mind.
Groaning, he envisions her smiling face.
The specter of her will not go away.
Grief-stricken since her passing, still he grieves.
So difficult it’s been for him to pray,
and each depressing thought inside him weaves
a web of gossamer; he cannot flee.
No fires rage in the gates of his own hell,
for gloom and gray are all that he can see.
But there is one good thing that he knows well:
Until the day he dies, he must be brave
until he joins his love beyond the grave.
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 into state so depressed.
You ruined what was left of me
By fully letting go of me entirely,
Even though I tried and tried to be
Better for you (and me) eternally.
I only wanted to love you
So you would love me too,
Until you stopped loving yourself too,
The you that I always knew.
Then all of the feelings which once grew
Withered away by devastating words of slew
When you had chosen to let anger brew,
I decided I would remake myself anew.
I only wanted to love you for you
So I could learn how to love me too,
Til you erased the someone I thought I knew,
So instead I learned how to stop loving you.
These feelings are all so new,
Laying low and always feeling so blue,
Indeed my longings for you still stew,
Even after my vision in life was set askew.
Loss is love leaving lavender lips dry
As a sunless sky and moonless night
As bothered as babe who’s red eyes cry
And hollow as a jilted wilted barren bride
You took love depriving my muse oxygen
Weeping she waits for it to breathe again
Cranberry kisses are no longer a dream
No imaginary white wedding dress esteem
Nothing borrowed not even the blues
Only sorrow came when love left clues
What are they you know them southern bell
Dreamed of hoped for by white wishing well
No Prince Charming tall dark and alarming
Feeding fantasy with rainbows when storming
Love is gone and perhaps reality laughs
At rosy love song leaving aftermath black
No longer painting days nor walking with sway
Loveless life is one of strife
Feeling some kind of way