Last Commented Lost Love Poems (2,650)

He would pick me up when i fall
He would pick me up when i was feelin low
In his hearth is when I knew I belonged..
He thought me how 2 sing Danny Boy,
My dad my Hero
till the end of time
xxx

Battling the sands of time, looking for that true love of mine.
Lost our way from what we know, waiting for true love to grow.
Finding a path through the trees, shimmering light on open seas.
Losing love in our souls, fighting for what we know.
Guided by the moon and stars, embers from a fire is what we are.
Blown around for the world to see, seeking true love throughout the galaxy.

If I had one more chance to do this right.
One more night just to say I love you .
If I had one more chance to hold you tight.
One more night just to say I need you.
If I had one more chance under the moon so bright.
One more night just to say I won't leave you.
If I had one more chance in the candlelight.
One more night just to make this right.

Don't say that you won't throw me,
I have forgot to trust promises.
I will answer you if suddenly you ask,
As much I have transferred sufferings.

When swear to you that won't throw,
Won't betray … and won't even deceive,
And, imperceptibly, a knife in a back
And finally, salt a handful on a wound.

And you are silent as poison, fighting back tears,
Also you hear an echo from love of recognition,
From heart you drag slowly splinters …
You pledge not to trust promises.

I have learned to be given to feelings
And to listen to what heart will prompt to me.
And a fidelity oath — the words of madness,
Their reliability let will show time.

One night while surfing the World Wide Web
I saw a funny name that said
"Dripping with Anticipation"
How this stirred my imagination
Could this be the one I thought
Or will this lead again to naught
I mustn't let myself be fooled
My ardor must be quickly cooled
But if she is the one I seek
Then surely I must not be meek

I say hello and ply my charms
One day she may be in my arms
Through twists and turns our words unwind
I never thought that I would find
The woman that I sought so long
It feels too right, it can't be wrong
We talk for hours well into the night
Til sunrise fills my room with light
Must say goodbye but I just can't do it
If she doesn't return I'll know I blew it

The hours pass til the sun goes down
She doesn't come back and I can only frown
Was it something I said that scared her away?
Should I sit here for another day?
Hours turn to days and days become weeks
I cruise the chat rooms with the rest of the geeks
Maybe I'll see her flirting with someone
But she's not there, and I talk to no one

A month goes by and finally I get
A letter from a guy I've never met
It's her cousin and he hates to inform me
The news that we are never to be
With careful words that fill me with dread
He tells me that my Lori is dead

Ovarian cancer the doctors said
Chills went from my toes to my head
They tried very hard to save her for me
Ripped out her guts by hysterectomy
But it was too late to save her life
I lost my dream to make her my wife

How can I say that sex with you was poison -
When it was some of the best I've ever had?
Sometimes two lover's hearts must swell with treason -
Maybe such sweet deceptions always sad.
Feelings of this kind must defy reason -
Like a hit of d**gs - the short term state is glad;
To blow our minds in this our sweet escape -
It seems the devil had both our souls to rape.

Two damaged hearts - and drinking - always drinking -
We drank the chalice to sublimate our pain;
Reason's out the window - lust is smirking -
And in the morning falls a bitter rain.
Then at it again - neither of us thinking -
We held each other in this our secret shame;
Our relationship in eighteen months went nowhere -
And desolation's angel hovered there.

What can I say that would ever make a dif'rence?
Who had the best of whom? - I c'not say.
Of lust this strong - intense as it is senseless -
Sometimes, two lovers - both must have their way.
Let's blow our minds - then look into the distance -
(And embrace again to cover our dismay)
For when "love" becomes affection's artifice -
When neither loves - then both must drown in vice.

T'was not so long ago, I heard you died,
Roughly three months ago (it was) so I
Thought that I'd extend this poem. (I could have cried
It was a shock, but I kept my eyes dry).
This life to you unhappiness supplied,
So I'd rage on your behalf up to the sky
For all of the injustice, and abuse
Done to you as a child, but what's the use?

S*xually abused when you were nine,
And by a distant uncle, in his teens
Which lay in your subconscious like a mine
To detonate, and blow away life's dreams.
When we first met, all of you seemed fine,
(But first impressions are never as they seem)
With you for about a year and a half
Though we couldn't save each other, or ourselves.

Still, we clung together, as two lost drunks
(The sex was good and I have no complaints)
From the start, our relationship was sunk
(I could cry, or howl, or yell;- invoke the saints,
And nothing could have helped with your blue funk).
Well angels (if they're any) they would faint
If they recalled (or saw) the damage done
And how your life was robbed of any fun.

I was with you for eighteen months, before
You moved away, to go live up the coast.
(Lucy never in your nature like a whore
And I don't of just another conquest boast).
If I met that c*nt, I'd even up the score,
Then they'd put me in jail (five years at most)
So I'll damn him in my verse here instead,
And Johnny, you'll be punished when you're dead.

Well Johnny, now I know that your a liar,
Who destroyed Lucy's life, then went your way
I know that you'll be burnt by Karmic Fire
And live in guilt, unto your dying day.
Dead ladies tell no tales, they don't require
That truth be told, but you'll suffer someday
In this life (or the next) and cast in flames
For what you once excused as childish games.

I won't go on much further - except to say -
Lucy, I don't know the details - how you died;
(All I can do is speak of my dismay
And write in lieu of tears I may have cried).
For posterity, I may record the day
We first met, now you have to death retired;-
The thirteenth of the seventh two thousand and two;-
I hope you're reborn in the next life high and new.


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the first thing a woman
notices about him are his hands
big enough to wrangle the wildest filly
if she lets him
strong hands
that can hold and warm her
make her quiver when he touches
the back of her neck

no average horseman
this one let's the ladies
come to him
he's known for many lifetimes
not to show fear
his instincts are his guide to
magical places
warm and wet spaces
where comfort and empathy are
as real as his rejected
disappointed
pain

she knows he'll break her heart
he told her as much
after the first time
he knows when
he touched her
with those hands
he healed her heart
she felt loved

the first time will be the last
if she gets too close
with abstract words
love
intimacy
forever
that which cannot be touched
are threats to his
fragile heart
the horseman's hands
no longer greet and please
now five-fingered stop signs
warning her to stay away

Debbie for you I will forever have love
you my sweet I shall forever think of
Forced to suppress feelings elevated desire for you
impeding circumstance always reason I had too

We were supposed to be ONE together
passion we shared I couldn't find in another
I believed we'd inevitably share my last name
that never coming to fruition both are to blame

Our relation contained magic and it's demise so sad
It hurt deep settling for less than what we should've had
Your sudden diagnosis a devastating slap in the face
I hope you're where you believed is a heavenly place

I didn't just lose my love I lost my best friend
'What could've been' I will ponder til my end

Oh, I shall go, as so many have gone,
Who knows what destiny is holding for us?!
For nothing I would ask you me reproach,
Instead don't grieve for me, don't even cry.
I followed wind and rain in their wake,
Shared grief with willows as they weep,
If I have failed and couldn’t cope with gale,
If I have failed, succumbed to ill-starred reefs,
Oh then I doubt you'll await me back,
So, please, do not disturb this lonesome willow,
Don’t let your eyes fill with the tears so sad,
Don’t wonder why the rain is crying, for what reason.
Oh I shall go, as so many have gone,
Who knows what destiny is holding for us?!
For nothing I would ask you me reproach,
The rain will grieve for me instead, don't even cry…

I take up my guitar;- full of blue promise,-
As I remember you;- how much I miss;-
To find a chord,- (a favorite of mine);-
And strum down soft and think of first love's bliss.

As I work my way across the blues scale,-
Notes caress the air in sound's subtle veil;-
(In what was just before a hollow box);-
And maybe in the next world love won't fail?

I'm not drinking tonight;- my head is clear;-
When desire is gone,- there's neither love nor fear,-
(I used to drink alone most ev'ry night);-
To dream the dream of you;- when you were near.

Well,- love is true,- and love there still remains,-
In ashes now;- burnt by an old flame;-
(Caress of blues;- that now softly turns to jazz);-
I tell myself that first love's cut can heal again.

Many loves have come and gone;- yet there are none;-
That set as true in night as first love's sun;-
None I remember were as true as ours;-
My heart transported,- as my hand doth strum.

If tears were left,- then maybe I could cry;-
And lose my disappointment to the sky;-
(As jazz turns to blues,- then softly back again);-
If for just one night, you would now with me lie.

Though over time your memory doth fade;-
It's all I have;- the memories we made;-
As each new chord hangs softly in the air;-
This I recall;- as each blue note is played.



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