Short Lost Life Poems
Short Lost Life Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Lost Life by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Lost Life by length and keyword.
Demolished cities; citizens panic
Liquidation is here; leaders are manic
Casualties increase; hope is diminished
Faith is lost; Life is finished
To lovers love means tender embraces,
to the lonely orphans...tenderness,
to the lost...life, not death;
to children...moms who laugh,
and to me...happiness that's endless.
One moment love
Love me just one time, just for a moment
That’s will be enough to die in my lost life
The moment love, you touched my heart
Hmm
Love
By
You
Poison
Loved
You
Vilmos
Translucent living
Signs of a screaming wild man
Brought forth thru glimmering shades
Skull larger than norm
Primitive style of lost life
Strangeness etches from his loins
Russell Sivey
Shadow Love
Just follow, follow a lost life
Grey walk, dark, shadow life
Where? Where? Where is life?
There is no life. Remaining dark
A heart loved. Just for you
Touch it. Opens dark love
I love you
Dark life
Seeking the justice
The lost life of innocence
letting the world hear.
The outcry is loud
let's unite for good of all
that's where wrong amend
The thrill of just and
fair will live in every hearts
that's when life flourished.
I could see, through blurry eyes
That so unfortunate, it was only me
Resting my corpse stiff, smelling a foul whiff
Presenting my lost life a gift, from the walk off a cliff
I could see, through a haunted gaze
Here I will lie, for all eternity
L-Longing
O-Other Side
O-Or Other Universe
K- Kill The Lingering Hope
I- Inside My Lost Life
N- Not Forgotten
G-Gone All The Same
G- Grasping At Air
L- Living With Regret
A- All Behind The Looking Glass
S- Silence As I Walk Past
S- Sorrowful Thoughts
try me, try to take me down
deny me, for you know what i say
i am free, you don't see me
you don't hear me,
you don't understand me,
i am just a lost life
and for that you know
for that you see
for that you hear
for that you
understand.
so continue to deny me
keep being deaf to me
keep being naive to me
I am in the winter
of my life feeling snow
Soft as it falls
my façade cracks
Ice does find its way
deep into the skin of history
shadows gather in my rooms
something sits on the floor
they linger in the corner
These images of you
Memories of them
I am the winter
Of a lost life
A façade cracks
The snow falls absently, softly
90 Mile Beach
Watching the waves surrender
The beauty of this dance
Played out like a contract killing
The wind rips at the land like a starving rat
Angry at the moon for the tide
Screaming for answers
She strangles the trees
Barely visible in the blue-black light
A silhouette against the sand
Longing for the horizon
He waits like a wayward anchor
A carcass lies upon the ground
On close inspection life is found
From death to life new cells conform
A single lost life, provides a feast
To feed the stong and very least
Nature is nourished no reason to mourn
Thought I was writing a Terzanelle on hope and ended up with a Tail Rhyme instead.
Being it is my only tail Rhyme I guess it is my favorite.
Favorite Tail Rhyme Contest
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lost time leaking away
collapse not into temptation
grant me/us peaceful solitude
deliver us/me from erratum
inert/confined/lost
entangled in a weary knot
buried in dusty debris
suffocated by icy cobwebs
burned & frozen
begging for deliverance
longing for liberation
yearning to be untangled
thunder over water
deliverance?
lost life leaking into the past
<..over here
Useless users,
Lost life abusers.
Energy wasters
albeit time haters.
Profile faker's now
Story makers.
Worlds gone crazy
now all lazy.
What's to become,
dull,dead and dumb.
We used to be human,
now only crewman.
Stand fast on the ground,
your life is bound.
By rules engaged,
causing great rage.
Some turn to pages,
whilst body ages.
War endlessly upstage's
Space, time and low wages
between the grains of sand
all my dreams shattered apart
a cup of my coffee spilled in between
dissolved between the salty waves
disappeared
just like a lost dream
between the grains of sand a lost life
so things seem
no matter how hard I hold on
everything from between my fingers slip
just like sand grains
lost between life's sea waves in endless vain
one thing that would remain
that would be pain
LUCKY ME
~~~~~
death has chased me
three times pulled from the sea
crowbar… past my head
illnesses
death teasing the Grim Reaper
I laughed in his face
I ponder lost life…
many friends' younger than me
I cry at the thought
one more… I forgot…
sat on a canyon bridge wall
fainted… note… I write
three line tales… all true
evoked by life being chased
finding home from home
You go through life living each day
When a blink of an eye it could all fade away
You could be left to never again see his face
This for me was surely the case
All hopes and dreams that we had planned him and i
Was truly lost in a blink of an eye
So never take love for granted its not a game
For in a blink of an eye your life will never be the same
All love lost all hope dies
Happens before us in a blink of an eye
purple clouds, lost in shrouds, my life is about, the quiets and louds. i wonder what, the clouds are like, they turn purple, im riding a bike. why are they purple? god only knows, they grow deeper, my curiosity grows. purple clouds, lost in sight, life goes on, and i still have to fight. if its not, illusionated, the milk is sour, and the cheese is grated. to live on a farm, with purple clouds, my soul is gone, and im lost in shrouds.
Many across the earth
live a life without hope
a life without any point
in poverty unabling to cope
So many without the basics
struggling from day to day
hoping for a better tomorrow
grasping for whatever they may
Do we shed a tear for them?
do we even spare a thought?
for such as these Jesus came
indeed we His disciples are taught
To all the whole world
to take the whole gospel
to feed their whole soul
Jesus said to go and tell
poetgord@2013
There’s a hole in my soul
A rip in its fabric
It’s in dire need of repair
When in walks an imam,
Guru, priest, and rabbi
And each of them declares:
Only I have the truth!
If you want your soul mended
You must follow me
Just as God intended!
I walk away in confusion
In crushing dismay
When two young ladies' approach
And here’s what they say:
We’ll show you the path
To mending your soul—Just chant:
Nam-Yo-Ho-Ren-Ge-Kyo!
A woman I met in a very sad way was lamenting her role as a wife
Her man had left, she took up with another and when she chose love she chose life
Another young woman I have known, choosing a man was her goal in life
Soon she will catch her prized man and thru their love will have found life
A man I met had this to say. he was full of stress and strife
A person can gain wealth and power but when you have lost love love you have lost life
carmine
Form:
The timeless agonies,
Regrets and shame.
These things weigh on
A mind painfully.
Haunting memories of a
Lost life, a lost love.
In the back reaches
Where no one can see.
Always soul searching,
Trying to understand.
Pictures of people,
Of places.
Things lost forever,
There is no going back.
Feelings always hidden,
Silently waiting.
Like demons they
Torture their victims.
A broken heart remembers,
Till death do you part.
Just a bit of tissue,
Hidden on a shelf,
Is all thats left of her life,
When she was herself,
The faded copy of a book,
Left on the bedrrom floor,
It fell off the bed,
When she banged her head,
On the bedroom door,
They couldn't hear her calling,
For help into the night,
When she came to in the morning,
She got a great big fright,
She could'nt remember anything,
About the previous night,
She forgot it altogether,
And found a brand new life.
Prayer For Her, This Wounded Heart Healed
Please keep this dream in my lost life
remove painful sting and life filled with strife
Let her dance and sing another sweet tune
as I hold her under this, merciful God's moon.
An excerpt from: "As I Hold Her Under This, Merciful God's Moon"
(written 7/26/2015)
For- Your Best Poem #2 contest, sponsor Shadow Hamilton
Now Submitted for contest: July 19, 2019
Contest: Arbitrium Divisa 3
Sponsor: Gregory R Barden
Look into my mind.
I am the master of fantasy;
King of the isle of imagination,
Lord of the land of counterpane
Whereon I arrange the pieces of my life.
You are long gone, speaking no more, yet haunt me,
As some phantom lingers in his house of death,
Blindly walking rooms and corridors seeking,
Seeking lost life and love, and imagining,
Imagining that moment when you
Contact me again, the spell of
Silence broken. And my
Foolish mind builds
Castles of hope.