Lost Love Prose Poems

I hope he leaves you eternal, as I have too.
Perhaps long after my chest has calmed,
they will speak these words of you.
Though, words are too...

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How sad, to be lost in a world where it is ever dark.
How tragic, to not see art.
To sink, when petals float,
to think, when the...

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As the violent waves caress the stones,
the breeze blows the drowned to shore.
For the Earth it never seems to calm,
if a rose lures to bite...

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Days are slow nights so peaceful
The hate is leaving not quite as vengeful
The hurt remains as scars always do
Ur image fades the longer I go...

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Tonight I Can Write The Saddest Lines
The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.

Sitting alone,On a bench that's made for two,
Only one side is...

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A Willowy wisp of nights dark scent
My Rose colored glasses have loss their tint
Love came and I wish I could say has went
But loves not...

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I want to love a bonnie girl


I am dreaming of dear Scotland again,
once my pretty Sheena and I,
we were drunk in love.


We knew wanderlust of...

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In a situation of dilemma,
It's holy ambiance or miasma..
You're in thoughts, you're in book,
I find you in every person, wherever I look.
 
This situation is...

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The Raven and the Coyote
 
The Raven watched the moon. Her interest awoken by the sitting Coyote on the mountain ridge. The Coyote was the...

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Love story

You were going to be a dancer, a poet, going to save our world. I was content to be in the reflection of your...

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To Orange,
I've been dreaming, dreaming lately.
How things seemed so sure back then.
How love wasn't a flashback of the days.
How your kindness was taken for granted.
I...

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WHERE ARE YOU WHY CAN'T I FIND YOU
WHY DID YOU LEAVE  WAS IT ALL TRUE
YOUR SMILE, YOUR LAUGH, YOUR SPARKLING EYES
 NEVER COULD HIDE...

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You left but are not gone;
like an amputation—gone
but still here.
When love is experienced,
it is always.

Lost love is as a raindrop
in a puddle.
An evaporated puddle 
remains...

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this outcrop of rock
sits heavily in the scheme of things 
the village square is spooked 
by trees that are in constant motion

these incontinent isobars
crisscross the...

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Tears rain from eyes
For now I know that you lied
But I had believed in you when you said forever

I never thought we would be apart...

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The Glass

The wine sparkled in the glass,
As he lifted it toward the light,            ...

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Nuit magique (Awesome Night)
Catherine Lara

(A lilting catchy French tune with a " barbed " message addressed to oneself or to any damsel in distress. Free...

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Twas like every November before it, 
But this one came with an air of uncertainty,
For the drums of celebrations had halted in may.
When Owen celebrated...

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I had my chance 
And somehow I blew it
I know that you love me too
As much as I love you

The keyboards on our computer
Can only...

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(...........)

When I read “Bolo, Bolo, Bolo” 
poem by Promothnath Bishi 
underneath the dome of hay- 
that time you peeped me.
From behind you I had been...

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