Lost Love Poems | Examples of Lost Love Poetry

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To feel worthless and lost can be the worst defeat; don't wear that look of pretentiousness it takes away every joy and sweetness! No, there's no deep affection of woman , that once those lips whispered sweetly, and that magical glow could never be broken: I put my trust and faith in you so sincerely! My existence is hunted by demons, no...

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pulse()— //triggers beneath skin: jagged >> syntax.error: heart overflowed: line 21 { lips == burn; silence != a glitch in breath; } >>>> crash report, rebooting… #cc0000 //devours what logic left behind __________________________ Written on April 26th, 2025 For contest 'Color My Mood' Sponsored by Nette Onclaud __________________________...

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(Verse 1) I remember the chill in the air, When you said goodbye, like you didn’t care. Your words cut deep, left me bare, But I stayed silent, pretending I was fine. You walked away, said you needed space, That freedom would bring you back to grace. But in your eyes, I saw a trace Of something we couldn’t leave behind. (Pre-Chorus) I thought I’d...

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Darkness devours my miserly despondent room. Wide windows covered shutting all luminous light A taciturn thief that stole even the stars. I sigh, a sudden suffering, it steals my sorrow from my eyes. “The Darkened Sky Stole My Tears.” She had left for good, no reason given. Sorrowful soreness cling to my weary heart. I feel a dreadful dirge hurting...

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Like some dark frail bird she quivered and fluttered there at my door one dark cold Advent night, swearing to return come the new year with a photo of Brandenburg Gate. Arms, hands, fingertips, eyes, then nothing between us but electrified space – her light tread descending the steps – my heart drawn downward by the diminishing sound. Sometimes still my heart is snared between winter a swirling hem and Brandenburg...

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You Left Me Breathless your beauty overwhelmed me your life was so carefree I loved you more than you did know perhaps I told you more than show when you said goodbye tears fell from the sky with you I was so blessed without you I am so breathless ...

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Coal-brown smoke smudged lightly with hesitant fingers into the wet grey sky at the edges, a yellowing of dried grass scattered with copper berries fallen from their vines, a leaf spinning crazily on a breeze, a tentative parting of fingertips and a face turned slightly from mine – a profile obscured by dark hair – and eyes scan and count the pylons for something to do. The...

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I called you my Magyar princess because of your smoldering eyes and dark hair and maybe you were— or maybe just a woman who knew how to disappear while standing still. I got your number from your grandfather five years after you departed to visit the Brandenburg Gate with a promise to return in the spring. A Florida area code, and a man’s voice I...

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It's a funny strange thing When you're not around Like the lack of a smile On a circus clown Or a ferris wheel, With all empty seats a candied apple, More tart than sweet Like a merry-go-round That looks kind of scary Or that huge prize teddy You're not here to carry An amusement park, On a winters day And as...

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This piece was sparked by an idea in a fellow poet Tom Woody’s’ — “Last Dance Amid the Stars.” I however, followed a very different emotional path — one that avoids finality and leaves room for mystery and one’s own imagination. The story also touches on the true stories of a growing trend with...

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It could have been a jester wrapped in shrink wrap or a prince who danced who spoke to me. To go or stay I didn’t know. I didn’t know as I drove to see a friend— we’d just worked together at a store but she left. I followed the signs to a new place. I couldn’t get her out of my mind. Trees and parks and rows of houses rolled past...

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The day is solemn time to reflect a thankfulness for sacrifice Flags placed to honor Names carved on stone Dates of lives gone Grace and silent prayers No need for spoken words shed a few tears White crosses far to many numbering those lost who gain us this day of remembrance The Quiet screams louder than a thousand bombs rapid screech of gun fire explosion of a grenade the agony...

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The seamless sky called life shined with cloudless ecstasy, as in the rhapsody of zephyr rippling with rhythm of love floated my butterfly mind with the motif of my heart. On its wings I painted in colors the lattice of my identity, for flowers in my valley bloomed in all seasons for you. The dawning horizon splashed the spectrum of...

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legions … of shadowed purpose they rattle the parapets of my flesh morning paints the stark reality that lays like shards of tea-stained saucers before me … an iniquitous army of intent poised to scale the ramparts of all I’ve bargained and built those sordid soldiers hold no deference for me there is no honor in the garlands they drape upon this aged castle, only thorns of...

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