Soul Lost Poems | Examples
These Soul Lost poems are examples of Lost poems about Soul. These are the best examples of Lost Soul poems written by international poets.
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…
The crystal perfume bottle still remains,
the one he gifted her so long ago,
upon the dressing table veiling pains
of life’s uncaring, unrelenting blow.
The soft gardenia scent still takes him there
to moments shared when loving seemed complete;
unending nights beneath the stars they’d share,
and every sunrise was a joy to greet.
But then one winter day the angels came
to lead another soul to heaven’s keep;
extinguishing the woman’s earthly flame,
and here, behind, her husband’s left to weep.
So now this crystal perfume bottle’s scent,
a fragrant echo of the life they spent.
Shattered glass and broken promises,
reflections of how plans once made
can suddenly become just memories...
Crystal clear and shining hopes
that sparkle in the mind's array
of hopeful dreams and quiet fantasies.
Thoughts of wine sipped by the fire,
the tenderness of spoken words,
the sweet seduction of an eager soul.
Quiet moments, conversations,
assurances that love would last
but wine soon warms and passion can grow cold.
Sullen thoughts, a broken heart,
the sound of silence in the air,
lingering echoes of a closing door.
An overwhelming silence
that is only interrupted
by the shattering of a wine glass on the floor.
I wish I were one of your breaths,
So I could flow through your body and fill you up with life
I wish I were a bead of your blood,
So I could travel through your heart, playful
Oh, to be the moonlight,
So in the nights I could sneak through your window
or to be the summer breeze,
So I could lay on your skin, steal your dream
But your eyes shine to another sky,
more distant,
that make me wish I were a part of your soul,
So I could live alone in Heaven
and be the reflection of all your desires
This way, every time you look at the mirror,
Search deep into your eyes, you'll find me somewhere
I will always be there, even when you cry
'Cause as they say the eyes are the mirror of the soul
But you don't know, oh, how much I'd love
to be a starry sea, to embrace you
To hold you tight, my foam to be your scent
And with my wave to drown you into kisses
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
If any soul says
they love you more, know I've loved
You more and longer
In the hollow hours before dawn,
when shadows stretch like grasping hands,
I search through rooms I’ve always known
for something I can’t understand.
The mirror holds a stranger’s face,
familiar yet somehow untrue—
eyes that once held fire and grace
now stare back empty, cold, and blue.
I walk through days like sleepwalking,
my footsteps echo on the ground,
the world around me keeps on talking
but I can’t hear a single sound.
Where did it go, that spark within?
That light that made the darkness flee?
Was it lost to doubt or sin,
or did it simply tire of me?
I trace the paths I used to know,
through gardens where I once found peace,
but every flower seems to bow
as if to mourn what won’t release.
The books speak words I cannot feel,
the music plays but doesn’t sing,
and nothing left feels wholly real—
I am the shell of everything.
Yet in the deepest, darkest night,
when hope seems just a fading dream,
sometimes I glimpse a distant light,
a whisper of what I have been.
Perhaps the soul is never lost,
just buried beneath the weight of days,
and though the journey bears a cost,
it waits for us in hidden ways.
#Life
Tour of trials and hostility, in this cave, life capture's my soul, hell prey's for my flesh, indoctrination waits in ambush for my mental GPS. With this God DIY tools, equiped to unearth parth's long consumed by creation and evolution...
from four cardinals of earth, horns of wisdom positions distressed and discareded abilities of mother nature. Waterfall's bearing rebirth, cleansing drained long extinct men conscience...
from under earth plates, smokes with insence, awakening purities long ingraved in packages of human descendency to life. Hijacked dreams and hopes of child's maps of earth, peals from bondages of captivity and brainwash...
The world, for the first time, wows and collides with rage, for denied and amputated abilities, that earth stole from genesis. Rise of greatness, beyond wisdom and intelligency, degenaration in every hole and pores of earth and men, here and there pillars of change, marking the begining of magnitude.
#Poetic_Ink
Whispers draped in silver thread,
Promises soft, but sharp when read,
The tongue, a painter, skilled and sly,
Crafts a world from truthful lies.
A candle glows in shadow’s skin,
Light concealed where dark begins,
Hope is sold in fragile guise,
By merchants dealing truthful lies.
They dress the wound with tender care,
While leaving poison hidden there,
A smile can mask a thousand cries,
And truth dissolves in truthful lies.
Yet somewhere deep, beneath the guise,
A clearer flame, unchained, will rise.
For though deceit may cloud the skies,
The soul remembers—truth survives
I feel or does it truly exist to be
Just to breath, a desert journey in plains
Dead as the weed growth earth's thirst
Wanting to flourish under burning sun
Perseverance to survival, concept has change
I've found myself alone not knowing life
Not of life my steps be but spiritually lead
Forgotten love, buried among the ruins
Try to remember its touch, presence I feel
In my depths kindness, be it my heart
Or soul scream for scent of pleasures identity
Days been long in darkness without sunlight gleam
Distance glimpse a far my eyes chase a mist
Mythic breath to what it be that which breathe
What is it that loves, me or emotion of organ
Soft whispers I hear as if the wind talk
Cries I love from a tear's run down
Filled pain, joy, sometimes just lingering there
Dimming the lights as if nobody's home
Who am I if not love itself I perfect
But that I love another as he has love us
Is not beauty of life obscure from the mind
Or forgotten love we lost somewhere along the way
What is it that makes me love, that makes me tick
But that you love me, accepting what I am
It is done
a soul has slipped away
no return, no familiar face
only stories to keep them near.
Tears may fall into rivers
but they will not call them back.
Sleepless nights unravel sorrow
yet the silence still remains.
So let your heart rest awhile
let it bend without breaking
so one day it may learn again
to love, to live, to carry on.
Love is not of the body
but a language every soul speaks
like a stubborn strand of hair
appearing where it’s least wanted.
No heart truly goes numb
no mind ever forgets
it only takes a deep breath
to face what lingers inside.
Love begins in silence
in that pause before the touch
the quiet before the bell
and the echo that follows after.
But heartbreak arrives louder
when the heart insists it won’t be fooled
turning the echo into proof
a sound of breaking, rebounding alone.
Pictures there upon the wall, each person once held me dear.
At times we were living together, now not one lives near.
Each has a life they must live and thoughts on which to ponder.
My life goes on, I grow old and still I can’t but wonder,
How different things could have been, if love we didn’t squander.
It’s sad to know the errors I’ve made, the times my choices were wrong,
The love I’ve felt but couldn’t show, for I had waited too long.
The times I couldn’t be where they wanted me to be,
The pain and suffering they couldn’t see,
They didn’t know the authentic me.
I wish them all, love, peace, and joy, in the lives that they are living,
And hope someday they’ll learn to forgive as they have been forgiven.
I hope they’ll know in their heart of hearts and deep within their soul,
How much I love and pray for them, as all of us grow old.
None of us can truly know how other’s lives will unfold.
Hero Lost But Found
In shadows cast by memories of pain,
A lonely soul entreats the night's domain.
"I need a hero," she cries out, raw and real,
To vanquish ghosts and heal the wounds concealed.
With gentile strength to lift my battered wings,
And guide me safely through life's treacherous rings.
No longer can I face this path alone,
My spirit weary, barely keeping afloat.
See beyond the mask I wear,
The armor plating fear and care.
Hold me close when demons prowl,
Your steady presence calms my soul.
Be my shelter from life's harsh gales,
Where I may find my peaceful refrains.
Stand tall beside me, hand in hand,
Together facing whatever land.
This is the moment;
Those dreams were lost!
These yearning hearts are faraway!
To skip the worries that we chat freely;
But in this hurried world, it's all forgotten.
A photograph,
A faded hue,
A whisper that I sent to you.
The air is cold,
a hollow space,
where echoes of your laughter
Chase The fleeting moments,
lost to time,
A silent,
broken, lonely chime.
I'm sure!
At first sight,
body shivers;
eyes tear up;
soul weeps!
Ohh.... ohh.... Hmm,
I truly miss you, my soul!!
When will faces meet again???
The sun goes down on hurried days,
Lost in a lonely, misty haze.
I search for you in every crowd,
This present grief, a heavy cloak,
From every memory I've evoked.