Lost It Poems - Poems about Lost It

I drew a charcoal rendering of your face on the cave wall of my mind You were taken from me long ago I visit this cave when I am asleep When the world is still and I am alone and I crawl into my mind's lonely realm I carry a...

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The silent echoing sound Of rhythm I could hear forever, Attuned eyes glared in wonder As I swirled in sanity profound To rhythm of wishful thought The beautiful ray on bare skin, As you held me close to your embrace I saw forever in your longing eyes Maybe the sun mocks my delusion I stare in loss of the path...

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Blinded by the love l had inside My heart has been taken for granted I showed up for them, but no one showed up for me I hid myself in my little dark corner waiting for someone to rescue me I dug myself down with guilt Guilt that surrounds me each and everyday Losing myself has become a part of me I...

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In this abyss, where senses fade, A labyrinth of fears, eyes stick to spade A choice self-made, a soul betrayed, In pale moonlight, a tearful price is paid Man without a shrine, longing for time, A barren altar, with no falter, heart in chains, Death’s embrace, leaves no trace, Echoes remain, whispering in pain. Silence. No more pain. In bleakest dreams, her face indiscernibly...

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Once adored by beholder, Soiled doves, fall in no longer. From garden to minefield, Avoidance is justified; Inamoured, favourably yield, Innocence gone vilified. Once lured by sweetness, Penetrated, unable to flee; Trapped inside glowness, Choked, unable to glee. Memories gone masterless, History, halted unspree; Living dead and throneless, ...

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I was oh for once so happy. 'Til you said you could never love me....

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My life's always been full of so much love, lust, and longing, As well as shallow lovemaking, loneliness, losses, lamenting. Feelings old and new within me are always lingering....

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There he was still as a windless night, As if adorned in the drapes of the stormy sky, His shield covering the faintest shimmer's plight. The candle held on to its whispering glow, On the shores of the unending sea, It held on in the ruthless wind's blow. Why the ritual of protecting a such memory, In the great winds of every...

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I passed you on my path by chance, by the bench where we once sat with hands and hearts entwined. You looked on through me as if I were the fading apparition you left when you said goodbye. Your eyes saw past the flame of hurt, that dying love ember left behind as though you felt things that I did not. Your head and...

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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...

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He doesn't cry in public- he's learned to bleed where no one looks. Where bathroom tiles keep secrets and mirrors lie just enough to keep him standing. he skips lunch again. just not hungry, he says but the hunger is real- not for food for someone to notice. for silence. his sleeves stay long, even in summer. skin whispering stories that no one ever asks to hear. because boys? boys don't break boys don't...

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they say boys don't cry, so he bleeds instead. silent screams hidden under hoodie threads. he skips meals like skipping pages in a book that no one wants to read- his ribs start spelling out "notice me" but no one speaks that language. "you're a boy, tough it out," they said when his voice shook like glass$and his hands begged for anything but silence. so he carved the words he couldn't...

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I drove because I hated me. I drove because I didn’t understand. I drove because I am a loser. I lost. What did I lose? The best timeline I could ever have. Happiness, Purpose, A reason. What did I gain? Loneliness, Sadness, Grief, Pain. White for the innocence I left behind, Pink for admiration, for gratitude in kind. Red for the passion I buried alive, Purple, the sun’s crown, her colors survive. Dianthus...

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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...

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"Grievance upon you, My mere mortal kin. You didn’t try hard enough, Now sit with your sin" I’ve sat here before, And I know your game. You feed on my sorrow And wear it as shame. "You...

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