Lost Love Poems (2,650)

I woke up this morning
A little too late
Tripped over my high heels and then tempted fated
Rushed into the shower but slipped on the soap
Bumped my head and rear end
Will get better ...I hoped

But my pantyhose ripped
on the tear in my nail
No missed calls or messages
You jerk...major fail!

I then burnt my toast
A velvet shade of black
Muttering obscenties
You moron ..you must be whack

My skirt may be riding just a little too high
But no time to iron
So I'll shelve being shy

Car keys ..I clapped but it just didn't beep
So I'm stuck with no ride
Bet you've jinxed me you creep

But then the phone rings
And it's beautiful you
No voice so melodious
Words never so true

My grin is so big
As big as your head
Then her voice sounds behind you
From right in your bed

A call you had to make
So that it could work
She's held you to ransom
You're a fool.. just a jerk

Your words just lies
Like your touch and embrace
Like the life we once lived
And the smiles on your face

Oh but don't let me stop you
Cos I felt every flaw
So do us a favour
To the left....there's the door

When I was young I got out on the piss*
To meet head-on whatever came my way
No internet back then - I'd be remiss
Well so it was then back and "in the day"
On the hunt to find that little miss
Who would go on to prove an easy lay
Out late at night again with all this boozing
In circumstance not wholly of my choosing.

On this occasion now I was nineteen
And drinking in a pub at Banksia**
I saw a girl like someone in a dream
Like a sailor sighting land, I sighted her
Her hair was blonde and permed (or so it seemed)
All I could think of now was bedding her
Or caught out on a limb to crash and burn?
Sometimes it seems some people never learn.

I went up to this girl and started talking
I introduced myself (tipsy not drunk)
To shyness overcome I was inventing
What I thought she'd like to hear from a young punk
My conversation must be interesting
(Or quickly would tonight's prospect be sunk)
We talked of this and that and then the other
She asked for a drink - I bought her another.

Thus another young man winds up in bed
With another on a list of conquests
(And nine times out of ten with a sore head
The morning after such long nightly quests)
Back in my room we both our clothes did shed
(That is to say, we quickly both undressed)
Though to this day, I still say its a shame
For the life of me, I can't recall her name.

No prize for guessing now what happened next
This kind of love is a mere necessity
As quickly in the sheets, we jumped betwixt
So there it was - we both now had our way
A type of love and lust were intermixed
(I write this now but from my memory)
And even now, I still say its a shame
When to this day I can't recall her name!




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I put the car in gear
released the clutch
and drove hard
into the night
and fog

a blunt man
a complicated woman

and an uncomplicated dog

and towns
as impressionist paintings
passed fast
against forest
tree
and log

a blunt man
a complicated woman

and an uncomplicated dog

and the radio sang loud
about someone good
who somehow
lost it all
to grog

a blunt man
a complicated woman

and an uncomplicated dog

Our love was good our love was strong,
but for some reason you thought it was wrong.
You broke my heart you set me free,
but there is something that you just don't see,
these things are feelings & these feelings hurt,
they hurt because you are not there anymore.

My loved
if this's
a day
becomes that a night
And when
What's now
insight, no more a-sight
And
we're no more, no more
as we are'D
I'll be better
and not
o'ever

I made a mistake but it was corrected many months later
And from the look she gave me the message was well put I must say
But now I understand where I stand and I'm standing very far away
All I ever saw were her eyes
I didn't see the ring she wore
Till many months had passed by
Yes this story is true if you wonder how in the world can that be
The only answer I can give is I'm the only me
The day came when I finally noticed the ring on her finger
Hurt brings a feeling and this time it was really a zinger
In a well put way

Lucky to have a heart
A few girls have broken it
And though they tore it apart

Somehow after time it has mended again
And now I'll be careful when I start
To fall for another girl cause I'm lucky
So very lucky,lucky to have a heart

Maybe I shouldn't mention it but has it happened to you
A guy doesn't like say how it makes him look like a fool
And after such a long time of walking in my shoes

I'll be careful when I start
To fall for another girl
cause I'm lucky so very lucky
Lucky to have a heart

I LIKE CHICKEN I EAT IT OUT OF BUCKETS IVE SEEN THEIR BREASTS LEGS AND THIGHS BUT WERE THE XXX THEIR NUGGETS TO THE ONE WHO MAY CONTACT ME WHO EVER THAT MIGHT BE IF I LIKE YOU PINEAPPLES I WOULD LOVE TO SHAKE YOUR TREE XX OH SO LONELY BARNEY NOT HAVING A DATE IS DRIVING ME BARMY SO DO I NEED TO SPELL IT OUT TO YOU PLEASE GET IN TOUCH YOU WON/T FIND A QUEUE.

I'm brused and feeling blue. I've tried everything don't know what to do. Heart broken. I ask won't you
take me in? I have seen a world full of sin. Where do I even begin? Brused, used and confused. That's me. Take a good look and you will see.

Brused all over me. Makes me feel so ugly. There was a time when I use to be pretty. Time fades that all away. You know what I'm trying to say? Seems like it was just yesterday.


Brushes we all have them. Most are under our skin. People stare then they compare. Some are worse than others. We beat up on ourselves more than we should. Brushes are often hidden and that's not good.

Brus you have yours and I'll keep mine. I still have them there one of a kind. I have them I know. But try not to let them show. I feel these brushes have helped me to grow. Time will tell you never know.

I'm sorry for expressing my anger.
I harmed someone in a bad way. Now
He's gone. He is staying far away.
It's all my fault. My madness caused
injury and insult. To say I'm sorry
is not good enough for him. I made a
horribly mistake. He no longer cares.
I've cried standing out in the rain
today. I have pushed him away. I am
sorry. A single word that in this
world now seems meaningless.
One mistake and not being able
to make the pain feel less.
Sorry is not easy to say. I'm
saying it anyway. It's over and
I'm feeling blue. What else can
I say or do? I must be stupid or
dumb to cause all of this mess.
I wish I could take it all back.
I imagine he was no doubt ambushed
and hurt by my attack. I feel
like I'm the worst person in the
world. Sorry isn't going to change
anything I've said. I did my best
I have only caused distress. I don't
know how to fix the pain I can't
Live through. My soul cries out.
What is this all about? I say sorry
one last time. You want out to live
your life. I too have to live mine.