Paradise Lost Poems | Examples
These Paradise Lost poems are examples of Lost poems about Paradise. These are the best examples of Lost Paradise poems written by international poets.
I'm a child in awe ~
what are you doing with my legacy
what hope do I have?
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Tha 'thela na 'moun mia apo tis anases sou,
wste na rew sto swma sou kai na se gemizw zwh
Tha 'thela na 'moun mia khlida ap' to aima sou,
gia na mporw na tajideuw sthn kardia sou, zwhrh
Ax, kai na 'moun to fws you feggariou,
wste tis nyxtes na trypwnw kryfa ap' to parathyro sou
h na ginomoun aeras tou kalokairiou
gia na xaidepsw to derma sou, na klepsw to oneiro sou
Ma ta matia sou lampoun se allo ourano,
pio makrino,
pou euxomai na hmoun kommati ths psyxhs sou,
wste ston paradeiso monh na katoikw
Kai na 'mai antanaklash ths kathe thelhshs sou
Kai, etsi, kathe fora pou ton kathrefth tha antikrizeis
Psaje vathia sto vlemma sou, kapou tha me vreis
Panta ekei tha 'mai, akomh ki an dakryzeis
Kathws len' ta matia ein' o kathrefths ths psyxhs
Ma den jereis, ax, pws tha 'thela na 'moun,
Mia enastrh thalassa, na se parw agkalia
Na se sfijw, o afros mou na 'nai to arwma sou
kai me to kyma na se pnijw me filia
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 Lise put on shaky…Yet effects are far reaching, through many a century..’ As I will
Here put this man’s work on the whole was good’ yet I’d not give a whit to the devil..’ if
I do? Then condemn me, that things may be
That be well understood.’ Consider Joseph in
The Egypt of old, who gathered the grain and
Kept it as gold, slowly he took all the people did
Hold, then put them in usury.. Was God really
Glad? It says much of the world that he”s a
Hero at all. Do we have inbuilt moral decrepitude? What say ye all.?
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 be nice.
It’s been a while.
Like a dust that has been blown away
If I only had the chance to really say
But I can only stand on the dock of a bay
Within this soul there is a empty world inside
With no one near or anybody far
Not even a single wound or a mere scar
No love, hate or pride
Just a place where I can hide
Cry alone, sit down and gaze at the sky
A perfect world brought on by my mind
Strange that this is not the same outside
If only my mind could let me blend in
Release this soul from the pain
Like the person who was just born again
If I only had the chance to really say
But just like the dust
I've been blown away
Away from the breath of life
Stuck inside this world made up by my mind
A silent peaceful lonely world, island paradise
But I doubt this is the reality I yearned for
This soul just want to go outdoors
Be free and discover the meaning of the real world
But just like the dust
I've been blown away
The Lost Tribe
Holocaust, this tragic word, millions of lives lost in its
name, and it has not ended. This time,
it is the
Palestinians who are victims of a people
who have learned only one lesson to survive
one has to be
and able to tell lies and
cynically play on Europe’s common guilt.
Hitler wasn’t able to remove the Jews; we Christians
wouldn’t let him.
The people of Israel have taken it upon themselves to
emulate their former tormentors,
will not be able to eradicate the Palestinians
we, the despised and cowardly Christians,
will not let them.
The raw disregard the Israelites show against their Semitic Brothers borders to self-hate; it will corrupt them, and they will sink into nihilism.
Dust upon dust, the story could have been so different hadn’t
they decided that kindness
was a hindrance when creating their tribal paradise.
Awaiting she who cares to find
this special world where hope resides;
the paradise within my mind
where dreams were long ago defined,
aroused by dawn's alluring show.
Throughout the vibrant morning, skies
are glowing hues of distant love.
The color burst excites my eyes,
dispelling anguish in my cries,
and leading me where dreamers roam.
'Tis here where I'll behold the face
of one whose light is shining bright.
A kindred heart I will embrace
when touched by her romantic grace;
entranced within her gentle gaze.
Then, with her blessed hand in mine,
we'll find an Eden of our own.
As joyful spirits intertwine,
two separate lives will then combine
within this realm where love unfolds.
A story told like none before
is carved upon a mountainside;
our spirits captured evermore.
And when we pass through Heaven's door,
our legacy will still live on.
Have you ever thought about the raising of Cain?
Where did that boy get a rage so completely insane
that he ended up murdering his younger brother?
Did he learn it from his father and mother,
who must've been in such deep, psychological pain
for having caused Eden to go down the drain.
Adam and Eve were kicked out of the garden, then they started eating meat
Away from plentiful fruits and vegetables, they started a fleshly retreat
Unwittingly sliding down Jacob''s ladder
Man falling from heaven down into dark matter
Away from the light of spirit
Closer to the root in this world and no longer intuit
Taking deep dives and swims in the infamous cesspool
Aimlessly moving through waste, playing a devil's fool
Now man is eating science projects like a sweet treat
So many manufactured food-like items that's Beyond Meat
Just wandering and meandering; meandering and wandering
A futile external search for sustenance, peace, and truth finds man perpetually scampering
Lost Paradise
Paradise Lost
How much time and energy will man exhaust?
Lost Paradise
Paradise Lost
How long will man pay this hefty cost?
I retreat into myself,
Cursing my name like an idiom.
I realise my curse;
It is but this phase I have dived into.
I just detach myself from the glass.
It is always a stressful game.
I long for the heavenly pride.
Such a tide comes when I take such a stride!
I cannot help but wait for a lasting punishment.
I cannot save myself.
I cannot help but escape within.
I cannot but be used to my salient classics.
There was a remarkable midnight,
The last time I closed my eyes.
My brain is being fragmented;
Now, my heart is but an illusion to me.
Though we are in fallacies,
My other selves have turned, just as I have.
I am accustomed to being my own paradise:
Yet any sanctuary I build serves only to trap me within.
I
In my palace,
I have built a hundred fountains.
Though they play all day,
none can match
the sparkle of her eyes.
II
In my garden,
I have created paradise.
Alas, the chaffinch
sings her heart out
in my neighbor's tree.
I never realized nor told you
My love has always been a lie,
Because I never wanted to tell you,
Or else you would cry.
I never wanted to hurt you,
But to be fair in love and war
You had emotionally hurt me too,
As my heart became what you tore.
I never want to be with you anymore,
Because I found what I needed,
A sense of paradise lost made my heart sore,
As I felt the seeds blooming from an old love long ago seeded.
I never want you to forget me either,
Just never try to win me back,
And never try to force me to your tether,
Just please cut me some slack.
Apology
not good enough
Intention
still to blame
The road to hell
left burning red
its deviance
in flames
Excuses
rolling off the tongue
with lie
compounding lie
A higher power
judgment bound
the devil
— in denial
(Bryn Mawr College: July, 2024)
There was a time when the world was beautiful
and we were destined to be lovers forever
nothing brought us sadness
we were devoted
like sunrise is to morning like sunset is to the night
now all I have are memories drifting through my soul
I cry for your last whispered breath
days mean nothing, tomorrows are gone
our lives vanished like a passing wind
sweeping away time...sweeping away growing old
we meet in my dreams
where we still dance and I bring you flowers
dreams come and go...pain stays...pain stays
so I cry, needing to dream
dreams are not what I need, it's you I need
to see, to hold, to kiss again
I fall to my knees each time I visit your grave
and cry until I can't cry anymore
Why...were you taken?
you were the beauty, the light, the paradise
we would have filled our tomorrows with so much love
that its glow would have blinded the night
What now love, what now? My heart is yours
my soul is yours, to be shared when we meet again
so we may be lovers in the heavenly stars forever
I have been humbled, they had thought.
Exile would be painful, they had wroth.
The forest would swallow me, they had spoke.
To sunshine and sparrows, they had woke.
Though at night, no one knew, that hemlock
And nightbane had replaced their soup
They had not changed, you see.
They had let their sheep roam free.
And one by one, the flock fell
Down through the ravine, straight to hell.