Last Commented Lost Love Poems (2,649)

blowing

pulling

tugging

beating

endlessly upon my brow



crashing

enveloping

all encompassing

gail force

asphyxiating

the beating inside my breast



who can sail without

the wind?

the hull - weather worn

salt air

cold within

stinging

biting

ripping inside my lungs

fighting

gasping

breathing

extremities

going numb



burning

turning

rope slicing through

well calloused palms

cursing and

bleeding

straining

one more knot among many

this gray

and tattered rigging



the waves come on.

ceaselessly.

as the tides

icy water spray

refreezing this deck

chop

and cut

bang

break and bust.

the ice building

layer upon layer

must unlock this ship from its

slushy moor



hollow thumping

against the docks

slow roll of the Ocean

the swaying of the masts

sails hanging

sadly

heavy with the fog

increasing

turning

steady into rain

incoming downpour

racing into the end of night



darkness settled in

snugly into every nook

every cranny

filling it to its bursting point

burn for only one more night

this dwindling supply of that midnight oil

not for nourishment

nor for warmth

only a little light

i pray

give me something

anything at all

to light the way



the craft pulls slowly away

riding with the

outgoing tide

waiting for that morning ray

hopeful against apparent odds.



the wind starts up slowly

hair slapping against my cheek

the gulls floating and dipping

merely a silhouette over the bow

The craft pulls slowly away, riding with the outgoing tide,
waiting for that morning ray, hopeful against apparent odds.
The wind starts up slowly, hair slapping against my cheek.
The gulls floating and dipping, merely a silhouette over the bow

The scream and cries, skree and skrawl. Alight and perch, beady eyes,
head cocked watching me warily, shrieking its call, of encouragement,
or warning. I may never know, the flock begins its descent.
The foulest of fowl cluttering and crowding my deck with eternal squawking

Fighting for position among what appears to be peers.
I gaze and watch in wonder, the fighting and pecking
survival a must, living on, one breath at a time
Shuffling along, the filth and the crust.

Purposefully exhale this weight of despair.
Waiting for the tension to lift, to reveal to me
this great and good plan. Gods mighty decision
for the benefit of man

To be held and loved, trust and respect
abandoned and alone, spite and neglect
The Ocean crashes, my presence insignificant
lost in this labyrinth of utter bewilderment.

My mind as numb as these fingers
clutching the net, cast and release.
Sorrow and regret, familiar feelings now
As I cut up this bait, and alone I wait.

Loneliness is a feeling, a companion to my soul.
No greater addition of joy fills that burnt hole.
Look towards the future, that far horizon of content
always just out of reach.

This watery passing of time for naught.
These years spent.These same waves
may not pass below this craft again
only these same thoughts of despair.

And cast away thoughts of self mutilation
May this surplus of heartache end,
alone and adrift, the fresh air calms.
I question my impulse for death
- may be closer to sane.

What of those questions
unanswered from Gods own mouth.
Fully expecting some unthought reasoning
for me to cast about.

Brillance.
Blind in me in the dark.
Take me out slowly into the day,
watch me dance in the rain.
Are you watching?
Will you find me in the end?
Take me into your arms...
I am frightened.

She is not me anymore; I am not her.
Time has changed me so fast.
Just imagine what will happen now...
I can't understand anymore where I begin and you end.
You are there now.
Slowly, I am no more of who I was.
Just another face in the world, who gave up another name.
Will you still be writing my name on your wrists, like you write those you love on them now?

Walk the Earth to absorb.
Silence, to enrich NOW from the walk
The NOW which took the walk.

Mijn hart mijn liefde heb ik gegeven.
In elke mail heb ik een stukje van mijn ziel geschreven.
Ik ben eerlijk met je geweest gans de weg maar toch voel ik me nu leeg.
Maar jij veegde het weg in één veeg.
Eindelijk op het einde van de week na al mijn moed.
Een bericht dat zij dat je een ander persoon hebt ontmoed.
Je heb met mijn gevoelens gespeelt.
Nog een wonde meer in mijn hart en de ander is nog niet geheeld.
Ik begon eindelijk een vrouw te vertrouwen en dat vond ik echt leuk.
Maar nu trap je op mijn hart en ontstaat er een nog grotere breuk.
Ik mag niet zeggen dat je mij hebt bedrogen.
Maar ik voel wel dat je tegen mij hebt gelogen.
Ik deed veel moeite al waren het lange dagen zeven dagen op zeven.
Ik schreef veel mails maar heb van jou amper een kleintje terug gekregen.
Ik schreef gedichten omdat ik van je hield.
Maar zonder enig probleem heb je mijn hart vernield.
Je zij ik wens je nog veel geluk.
Maar mijn vertrouwen is nu wel stuk.
Als ik mensen zie dan heb ik een lach en is alles fijn.
Maar in mij doet er veel pijn.
Ik was eerst blij eindelijk een mail van mijn lieve Sofie ik wist dat ze me niet vergat.
Maar toen ik het las kwam de pijn vrij hard.
Ik had wel kunnen wenen als een klein kind van verdriet.
Maar ik ben een echte man en wij wenen niet.
Wij hebben geen gevoelens en moeten dit kunnen verdragen.
Al mogen vrouwen ruw weg ons hard in twee zagen.
Ik beloof geen enkel vrouw nog dat zij de enige is dat je dat maar weet.
Niet tot dat we hebben een echte date.
Dit is nu al de tweede in rij.
Nu begin ik toch te twijvelen of het niet ligt aan mij.
Ik ben gewoon te eerlijk en doet te veel moeite en zeg nog ik hou van jou.
Ik heb veel te veel respect want zij is een vrouw.
Ik weet met mijn verdriet echt geen blijf.
De pijn en ontgoogeling zit genesteld in mijn lijf.
Ik weet niet meer wat te doen, ik voel me rot.
Mijn hart en mijn ziel zijn nu echt kapot.

My heart my love I gave.
In every email, I wrote a piece of my soul.
I have been honest with you all the way but still I feel empty now.
But you wiped it away in one sweep.
Finally at the end of the week after all my courage.
A message that you have another person discouraged.
You've played with my feelings.
One wound in my heart and the other has not yet healed.
I finally began to trust a woman and that I found really nice.
But now you kick my heart and creates an even bigger break.
I can not say that you have deceived me.
But I do feel that you lied to me.
I did a lot of trouble if they were long days seven days a week.
I wrote many mails from you but I just got a little one back.
I wrote poetry because I loved you.
But no problem, you destroyed my heart.
Your side I wish you good luck.
But my confidence is now much.
When I see people I have a smile and everything is fine.
But I do a lot of pain.
I was happy to finally get an email from my dear Sophie, I knew she did not forget.
But when I read the pain was quite hard.
I had to cry like a baby in distress.
But I'm a real man and we do not weep.
We have no feelings and it should be tolerated.
All women must rough road we saw two hard.
I promise no woman is that she is the only one that you know it.
Not until we have a real date.
This is already the second in a row.
Now I do or not to twijvelen's me.
I'm just too honest and doing too much trouble and still say I love you.
I have too much respect because she is a woman.
I do not really stay with my grief.
The pain and ontgoogeling sits nestled in my body.
I do not know what to do, I feel lousy.
My heart and my soul are really broken.

one day you're gonna want her. that girl that knew she wasn't perfect,but try to be for you.that girl who wanted nothing more than to be there for you,and loving you was the only way she could.the girl who sees your flaws but values them as much as your strengths.that girl who can't bring herself to hate you,even sometimes you probably deserve it.the girl that should have you, but doesn't.'

I miss you
by ~jojojohnson

I miss your touch
I miss your eyes
I miss your smile
I miss your hand entertwined with mine
I miss secretly meeting up at the mall
I miss our secret place in the trees
I miss your face
I miss your voice
I miss your humor
I miss your laugh
I miss your hand in my back pocket
I miss you having to hide me from your parents
I miss our slow lingering kisses
I miss the way you wrapped your arms around my neck
I miss the way you laied next to me
I miss the way You sat in my lap
I miss the way you giggled when I nibbled on your ear
I miss the way we wisspered I love you into eachothers ear
I miss the way we would cry together
I miss our inside jokes
I miss your tickle spot on the left sid of your stomach
I miss the way you would warp your arms around me
I miss the way you would pin me down to the ground and listen yo my heart beat
(oh, and I also miss that jacket that i never got back
but one thing I dont miss, Is that look on your face when I borded the plane to texas </3
I miss you <3

Clouds are gathering, a storm is imminent,
Pain is on the way; this is my sentiment.
It has been this way since I was born.
The sky grows black and I become forlorn.
It is not new but so very old.
About it, many upon many stories have been told.
I can feel the cold biting my bones.
And it is thrown in my face again; I am alone.
They hurt, the wounds, by which, my body is marred.
So young, yet already I am so very scarred.
Many can be seen and many are hidden.
My mind hurts, for, I have ridden,
To battle times beyond count,
I go alone without even a mount.
Love is my weapon, and truth is my shield.
I will fight to the death; I will never yield.
Yet, victory has escaped me time and again.
Thus I travel home with new scars and new pain.

Why is it that he can leave me. abandon me. tell me that I suck or the lack there of? Hurt me for no reason. Take off with her. She's not as pretty or nice as me. I did everything for him. Made our house a home. For what? To find out that 19 years later he never loved me anyway like I am garbage.All those memories of us. Pictures to bury deep in my heart. Where they wil never reserface. Gone. So he can do that but if I were to say hello, Then I am trash? Why. Why was I not good enough for him? I need ananswer and so do my kids. They are asking mister you better answer.