Last Commented Lost Love Poems (2,650)

My adversary
says he is my friend,
But he constantly strives
my will to bend,
Then when he breaks me
he has no respect,
I look in his eyes
can no mercy detect,

With pitiless heart
he crushes my spirit,
His nagging voice bites
so hard that I fear it,
Ashamed of my weakness
and being so meek,
Embarassed to tears
I endeavor to seek,

Escape in denial
a powerful tool,
I still feel the anguish
I've been such a fool,
I shall continue to
play the sad role,
A poet does her duty


~SAS

Your leaving me,
lingers like a taste,
the scent of you,
a fresh caress,
as finger whispers remember
the ardent delicacy
of your intimate flesh.

Eyes closed,
I imagine you inside me
finally underneath
porcelain skin.
soul mingles with bone
& there is no more need
to bear the
lonely extravagance
of separate bodies.


SAS

It's brazen out there
without you
unkind and even ruthless
not like I'm not used to it
on the contrary
since you left
it has become my only world
of course,
you know all too well
and why wouldn't you
you're the most emotive
of all I've known
just because I am mum
and don't come crying
doesn't mean it's has lessened
the sorrow and pain
I am carrying
I don't doubt time will heal
but I'm not sure anytime soon
for day after day
night after night
seconds even
I haven't felt any change
nor abating this wound
has ever commenced
I do write them every minute
as its comforting to say the least
for right now
I will say:

I've never stopped loving you
nor I feel, I ever will.

In having,
we sleep...

In losing,
we wake...

To the realization
of our costly
mistakes.

The grim understanding
that rashness
of deed...

Tore a hole in your heart
causing it to bleed.

And after a while,
you're starting to heal
enough...
enough...
to try climbing onto life's wheel.

The pain will subside & lose it's hold,
you peer out from over that hole...

Stepping through time now &
gliding through space..
I see you've already been to
this place.

Leaving only a poem
saying you've passed by.

SAS

Forgive they say.
Make a better day
for yourself.

Breath in for four.
Out for six.
You'll be fixed.

But now he
is part of me.
My history.

Forgive to heal?
Forget the pain?
Are you insane?

Lucky to be
still alive.
Survived.

Hurt heart.
Bruised soul.
Please hold.

I do believe the Lord above created you for me to love, I think that he knew best because he made you better then all the rest.I has a hea et n it was true but now it's gone from me to you, so take good care as I have done for you have two n I have none,if I should die and go up there, I'll wait for you at the golden stairs, if your not there bye judgment day I'll know you went the other way, I'd give those angels back there wings golden hearts n all those thing things to prove my love for you is true joleene I'd search the fires of hell for you

Does the graveyard hold the answer, to the question never asked?
Does the tombstone provide comfort from the tears and the past?
Do my prayers ever answer, why I have to be so strong?
Why oh why do I have to carry on?
When I wake and see the morning, am I grateful for the light?
When I laugh at circumstances, does it filter to my heart?
When I remember you and I, is there a point I cannot see?
Why oh why do I have to carry on?
There’s no rulebook, for to guide us, no reasoning away the pain,
black and white fades to grey, and confusion rules again.
There’s no solace to be found, no solution to gain,
Why oh why cant you come home again.

The fog drifts towards the window.
Dawns appearance still awaiting,
lack of ribbons of yellow light
profound in their absence.

Muted candlelight reflects realities.
Lines etched by life’s careful rendering
now drawn upon toughen flesh.
Hair of red now graced with white,
eyes of green still dance with dreams.

I have drawn life from the cup of love.
I have offered this self same cup to many,
far, far to many......

sigh

Dear God of my youth why do you set
such an errant path?
Why do you allow a view of the valley,
only then to wander into the barren desert.
Would a poet know thirst if she had never tasted water?

Tear not from my eyes the tears of passion.
For I would rather weep
than not know sorrow.
For born in the grief of loss
are the fruits of dreams.

Dawns arrival is announced with the Morning Dove’s song.
What was once black now tints to blue,
what was once hidden now rendered to sight,
Oh precious time of day when the greenest grass
offers a scent of Timothy to those who will inhale.

I brush the ash from the page
where these rendering have been placed,
the tears cannot be brushed from this melancholy poet.
I am sorry for having wronged others, alas
I now understand the wayward path
is born of my own footsteps.......


SAS

The tender dawn 1990

The tender dawn is breaking and so is my fragile heart.

Because I’m so alone in this world torn apart,

Another day I sit and prey this loneliness will end.

If only I could see tomorrow and it in find a friend.

But tomorrows dawn is breaking in today’s unsplendored way,

and in it I see only tears for all my yesterdays,

if only I could see the sky the dawn break just for me,

I’d see hope for tomorrow and let yesterdays fears free.

Black slippers
thong-toed strap
Hawaii in black raised on black
subtle, though significant.
White flowers adorn heel.
Black sole - thick, protective,
with concentric life rings
even-spaced, as if controlled.
These ever-widening circles
extend until they
fall off the edges
into the unknown.

Strap, once whole, now
dry, cracked, broken
taped together in an
attempt to salvage;
then taped again
and yet again
until little use remains –
only faded flowers and memories.
Still, one Hawaii intact
prevents moving forward
as it draws me into
the blackhole of your soul.