Love Loss Poems - Poems about Love Loss

A Special Place

Here's account of pleasure past,
As through it we are taken,
Not our eye but by our souls
Our memories past awaken,
Untouched, unchanged, vaults of time,
Will always remain unshaken,
For if it is that moment nears
To make a choice and change the years,
Defining who you are in here
The answer's never, ever, fear.
Lost in woe for thee we mourn,
We do

Poison Pill Song

[Verse 1]

Dance near the silver bridge
Drop a penny in
A penny for your thoughts
You smiled like the end of the world

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[Pre-Chorus – Extended]

You wrap your soul around me
Like silk that strangles soft
Every heartbeat borrowed
Suddenly, I’m suffocating

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[Chorus – Haunting, Echoed Vocals]

I can’t breathe
I can’t breathe anymore
Your kiss was a poison pill
Your lipstick inked like blood
You swore it

My Secret Plight

Shadows shift in flickering flame
Vows made, now stained with your name
Our flame, once bold and bright
Now wanes upon this cold, stark night

I see the distance in your eyes
Reflecting echoes of love’s goodbye
Emptiness fills your silent stare
A longing still lingers in the air

Your heart, once gentle, has lost its grace
Betrayal bleeds—a bitter taste 
Sarcasm drips from

Bestie became enemy

?? "Bestie Became Enemy" 

Bestie became enemy, sharp like a knife,
I never thought you'd cut me out of your life.
I gave you my secrets, my soul, my trust,
Now all that's left is broken dust.

You knew my pain, you held my hand,
I thought you'd always understand.
But jealousy grew where love should stay,
And now your kindness fades

The Ballad of Alexander Wood

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,

Rain and Sun

with a touch of rain and sun
the lawn has come to life

spring has brought forth
times of growth and times to mow

a soft breeze whispers to me
there are times to love and times to be alone

there are times to love and times to be alone
and every day I live and die

but a lawn that is cared

When Little Boys Fall in Love

A Meditation on Growing Up

[Age 5] — The Sand Kiss

You hated when someone kissed your nose,
I buried you deep where the warm sand grows.
Then stole a kiss beneath the sky,
The waves clapped soft as we said goodbye.

I. [Age 6] — First Light

Your nails chewed down to rosy tips,
Sorting bottle caps with careful grips.
I offered you

Ghost in Sophia’s Story A Ballad of Love, Loss, and Becoming

I loved a woman named Sophia—
Not a name, but a flame,
A living scripture written in curves and silk,
In her eyes, the ache of ancient saints,
In her smile, the promise of spring rain.

But I was mortal.
Soft. Whole.
Ready to kneel, to build her a throne
From the bones of my own longing.

She whispered love,
Then lay with a priest—
Not

Love’s Unraveling, Love’s Return

She says she loves me—yet dreams of another,
her heart adrift on restless tides,
where my name dissolves into echoes,
a whisper lost before breath takes hold.

I am broken.

I see her alone within my marrow,
etched into the walls of my being.
But she sees him,
an apparition of longing,
a mirage flickering in the heat of her wanting.

I am splintered.

I stand

Whispers Beneath the Cemetery

Whispers Beneath the Cemetery

Is love undead?
Is love fate?
Is love just holding on—
a ghost that won’t abate?

Does death mean I must give up on us,
let go of what was?

I stare at your grave—
hours slipping by—
Will you resurrect?
Will you rise or die?

A strange peace lingers—
a burden I can’t lay down,
The silence, the stillness—
haunting and profound.

I feel you

Into The Black Hole Sun - A Cosmic Ballad of Love, Loss and Illusion, Music Video

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

Genesis 29

over 2 years have past now.
i serve my time everyday,
not knowing my offence. 

i work everyday to meet your needs.
how long lord, how long….
my beautiful Rachel.

i am not Jacob in this story,
i stand the place of Esau,
what was mine taken by Jacob.
still i will suffer for Rachel,
for the love that once burned hot in winter.

it

Of Love and Loss

Why speak of love with tales so grand,
If you never learn to hold a hand?
Why make promises sweet and wide,
If you never intend to stand by their side?

Why is it truth, that only when gone,
Do we miss the light we had all along?
Is value found only in absence and pain—
Do hearts awake only in rain?

The

Return and be still

Easier now to get through the day
you know, when it's quiet and.. 
you hear a voice in dream..
a bright star in the morning. 

The way we were taught to 
share in life's embarrassing bond-
waiting so long to finally know 
what it meant to grow up. 

Wish I never asked, and that you never
scolded me. Told

hastening angel

(A repost from 2019)

My favorite aunt is dying.. cancer, quiet and consuming as a flame..

Seven short weeks ago she was easily doing an hour of step aerobics, unaware of this intruder, this murderer within. Now she's lifted from bed like a rag doll.

She is my mom, well, a near twin—only smaller, funnier, serpent sly, more

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