Lost Love Poems | Examples of Lost Love Poetry

Oh, it’s been such a long, long time… Jesus wept on the night that we met, Never forget on how we would have made it last forever like Keith Sweat, But things fell from the norm, How can I stand the rain if I can’t weather the storm, Oh, it’s been such a long, long time… Just a mention of your...

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The leaves have not yet begun to turn the bright colors of autumn, but night air is chill as if it knows you have gone from my life; gone with the warmth of summer; leaving my life lackluster....

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To whom it may concern, We wrote in a rhythm that was soft and slow Between the lines where we could go You brought the bass, I brought the breeze, Dancing together, pens moved fluidly No label fit yet promises were made Ones said were real never to fade You spoke in beats, I answered low And in...

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I saw you across the room and I knew I shouldn't stay But you walked up to me and said, "How've you been?" I couldn't walk away. I can't find the right words to say. You etched the scars inside of me Can't risk opening the wounds again but from loving you, I'll never be free The look in your...

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The scent of summer rain eclipsed by love alone, limbs stretched on golden sands now laying still, my lover that love barely new is no longer home, seas washed all traces of loves sweet bitter pill. I look back at the taste of summer's, of golden syrup sunrises, coating hearts that squeezed love from every day, watching waves of love drowning in your eyes, til time...

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Written: July 17, 2025, for contest by Joseph May ******************** Silk voice ties the tunes of the throng As you play the chill, snake-hands song Void doesn't just loom—he swoons and croons Of the throng, silk voice ties the tunes My...

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Eyes locked, hearts spoke. Love knocked, feelings woke. I smiled, she blushed. She mirrored, i gushed. I was the fire but i melted . She was the ice but "sun-hot". Time danced slow as our minds began to plot A story forged through the fire of desire, Inked with hearts that synced in accord. Strangers, familiar along the pages of prospects. Wedding...

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Even the darkest night will end And the sun will rise Will you come to see me then I’ll be quite surprised Same as you - what an encounter You would giggle at me Love, it seems that I have found you I’d reply to thee The harsh reality, however Extends that miserable night Though the sun beats down like never In its dazzling summer...

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Can I take your ear and tell you what I’m doing here And will you stay to hear me through… as I relate my tale to you All the people sleeping here are free forever of all fear For one, I’ve left a red rose which I water with a tear So look around at all the plots at...

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The fire’s down to embers and the candle’s burning low And I cannot remember when we stopped watching the show The morning’s coming quickly but we’ve still so far to go ‘Before we have to greet the early morning light. Maybe just another drink then we can call it a night. The bottle’s on the table but that’s halfway ‘cross...

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In the quiet of my lonely room, Your laughter echoes, a distant tune, Time zones stretch, and miles divide, A love once close now feels like a sigh. Letters linger, words on the screen, Each message a hope, a flicker unseen, Days turn to shadows, weeks follow fast, ...

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"The measure of love cannot be weighed in words or deeds ~ the heart chooses its own journey and learns to either sink or swim, I have learned to drown many times." Poets Own Quote" The heart that bleeds, bleeds not for you, but me, for my words fell short and silent of what love was, lost voices filled...

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My bones float over her, I'm glass Now on memories drunk I sip — Another sun that must be asked. My bones float over her, I'm glass. I gave myself, my skies; cup's pass A blue bookmark upon your lips. My bones float ~over her~ I'm glass Now on memories drunk I sip. ...

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He drew maps for a living. Not of roads, but of promises— soft lines where her laughter once lived, tiny arrows where her eyes used to point when she couldn’t say stay. She was the sea— ever folding into herself, a hymn of salt and leaving. No harbor could hold her, no anchor dared ask. He traced her tides in silence, built cartographies of could-have-beens, and marked in...

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Ruby Tuesday caught him on the rebound They met at a Rolling Stones Concert He was glad she came into his life, he conceded She was nice to have around To fill the void his heart needed Before he met her, he was in bars drinking whiskey and gin Where honkey tonk women danced,...

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