Lost In Poems - Poems about Lost In

Last night I dreamt of a roadside stop— an ice cream truck near a rusted shop. Its engine was spent, its music was low, and something inside told me I should l go. I stepped through the door because I could, and met a man by the name of Alexander Wood. He wore a bowtie and a crooked smile, a paper hat,...

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In shadows deep where chaos grips my heart, A whispered cry is heard from the darkened cells A child once laughing beneath a sunlit sky, Now lost in the darkness of despair. Fear crawls like a serpent in the night, its scales revealing the demons I bear I drown in thoughts that bind me to...

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No money he had, just guitar on his back he took to the roads as the evening turned black he said no goodbyes to all that he knew and never looked back to his love that was true his path followed rivers and fern covered hills and his eyes looked ahead over fields and mills he'll take his guitar and let...

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Ravaged by the sandstorm of time, future crumbles in debris on the dwindling dunes of despair. In the dust of dereliction, I find you fervently morphed into the mirage of memory. ...

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where the smile doesn’t meet the eyes resides the line between apathy and resentment in an inward sigh or soft curse a bubble of pain in the embers of a fading fire sparks of memory in the hollow of the chest not one echo out of the blue, into the blue glittering...

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I didn’t want to light the flame, But damn, you handed me the match. We played a bitter little game— Now neither one can scratch the scratch. I offered peace, I begged, I tried, You laughed and chose the sword instead. So now the happy parts have died— I burned the photos in my head. The goal was never you or me, It somehow...

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There’s a wildness in you Burning like the desert sand It taints a man’s blood A fierce promise in your eyes More glorious than sunset over the mountain It defies me to say ‘no’ But that’s the only answer I can offer For I’ve taken an oath And I must live it For honor – for fidelity Let passion perish ...

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Hearts must break to earn the token. That love is tired and too softly spoken. How else can a hurting heart bleed, to reveal it’s overlooked and in need? Gathering the pieces, starting anew. is what helps true love pull through, the slime and sludge of dreariness, weighing the heart down with weariness. Use the...

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On Kensington Avenue, many lose their souls Drugs have consumed them, and they've lost control They are walking like zombies in search of a high They need one more 'hit' just to get by They seem to have passed the point of no return All hope seems lost, and their bridges burned They stay...

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I stoked the fire, you drank the flame. I poured out my soul, you ditched the game. I'm gutted, bone dry, howling in pain - You reeled me in, gave nothing back again. Black hole love — you ripped me apart. I'm holding the line, playing my part. I gave and gave, you drained and drained. How did our love become...

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On a dusky evening long time ago, When shadows huddled at every corner, When rain had gone and birds had roosted, You held me close and whispered in my ear; “In your eyes I see, the blue of the sky, In your soul, you hold the depth of the seas, Love swells, like tides on rise, My life, I vow,...

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The sound of breaking is late. Thunder shatters gray clouds after lightning strikes the damp soil. When pieces of sky pierce flesh, the scream is slow to rise— The sound of breaking follows pain’s echo. The sound of breaking is gentle. Raindrops tiptoe on my eyelids— each sting a secret pressed down. Earth's unbridled tears fall for my...

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Sometimes he eats in silence and still sets a plate for her. Sometimes the mirror fogs but her reflection stays. Sometimes he opens the closet just to breathe her in. Sometimes he flinches when her song enters the room. Sometimes he writes letters to a mailbox six feet deep. Sometimes he wears her favorite color like a wound. Sometimes he cooks...

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When there's no more tomorrows to become yesterdays and regrets drip with sorrow too late to repay, we will wish for the chances to say lost goodbyes -- egos that fight blinded with pride. But the sunlight that screams in the skies gone away casts gold on my memories and become yesterday. When I spoke without fear of what you would say I...

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Burning like fever in the spring our love affair was on the wing then drifted away on the summer wind now I'm thinking of you how good it used to be holding on to precious memories and every teardrop has a tale to tell every teardrop fills a wishing well changing like autumn leaves that fall your love it comes and goes then melts away...

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