Last Commented Lost Love Poems (2,650)

Gentle lady, i pray thee
If thou dost not love me, then slay me
For my life without thine love is as good as death
Tho not yet half as sweet
And I would much more happily die
Here and now, by thine hand
Than as a man made weak and frail by the passing time

She sat in solitude on the rocky shore.
My boat I slowed, no movement in my oar.
I heard her, yet no sound did she make.
Her eyes, her smile, I felt a quake.
She wanted to talk, nothing more.

Intoxicated by her beauty,
Spurned by male fault.
I kissed her with my heart,
Even though my brain knew to halt.

She too was charmed, but in a way.
She wanted to go, she wanted to stay.
She was not the siren, She was the muse.
I hoped I had gained, only to lose.

She wanted calm, she wanted peace.
I evoked feelings, not to be released.
I was the siren, created the pain
She wanted her solitude, once again

I came to the rocky shore
I followed the rolling tide,
Yet she did not wave to me
She did not want me by her side.

Poet,
you whom I hoped
to reach by writing,

you beyond the multicolored
tangle of telephone wires,

you, with your white paper soul
trampled in transit,

you with kaleidoscope stamps
& black cancellations,

you who put your finger on my heart as I slept,
you whom I jostle in elevators,
you whom I stare at in subways,
you shopping for love in coffee shops..

I write to you
& someone else answers:
the man who hates his wife
& wants to meet me,
the girl who mistakes me for mother...

My strange vocation
is to be paid for my nightmares.

I write to you,
my love,
& someone else
always answers.

SAS

It is the silence.
Immanent void that as a thief
steals the breath from my utterance,
the blood from my lips,
the salt from my tears.

Yes, silence.
Once welcomed companion,
sanctuary from the illiterate clamor of life
turned consuming specter
transforming sweet dreams to aberration.

It is a lonely poet that can describe
the timbre of the clocks gait,
the meter of the drops as they fall,
the resonance of sobbing echoed,
from within once joyous walls.

You are but a moment away,
yet in your place the silence does swell
exchanging your warm aftershave
with frigid fragrance,
rancid reminder of your absence.

my love, my life, be not long away
for without the gentle touch of your voice,
the laughter of your smile,
I am abandoned to the cold love
of silence.


SAS

Wine drenched lonely nights
Eyes lost in misty dreaming
Captured drops of time

Held in blue etched skies
Tears shed for lost love’s sweetness
Tides of stone gray seas

Engulf our sadness
While we bathe in deep waters
Measured in our pain

Why can't you look into my eyes and see the light of day?
There are other who came before you who've found another way,
how many times must I tell you that you're not in this alone,
trust me when I say; that my heart is your home,
there are people here to guide you,
friends you know are true,
so take my hand through this darkened path,
lets walk together and forget the past,
because the things to come are worth living for,
if you'd only open your heart a little more,
let someone into you hardened soul,
embrace the feeling of being whole,
don't be afraid of a little heartache,
it's just one of those things you have to take,
it can't be beaten or destroyed,
just act as if it's a little toy,
an obstacle in your way of finding true happiness,
look to tomorrow, not yesterday's darkness,
think of the future as a bright shining star,
though the trip may seem a bit far,
it will all pay up in the end,
just remember to believe in your friends.

Lament ye daughters of bright Troy,for Achaean's depart on sorrows tide.Woe of woe unto thee whose sons are broken spears without a mantle.Cry out thy mournful wail tell salt by eyes birth leaves cold the pyre stones.Your alter built unto Poseidon's ear,by bright rent cloth of scarlet stain.Hear lay the gold of Troy now,darkening sand of sorrows tide.

Tell as like light from darkness spreads fire from voice to voice.Brave daughters of bright Troy in harmony will sing,walking hand on heart to sea.With head high and voice firm,faces cast of marble beauty,each in candles light.Alas but their voice is herd no more yet by the rocks of distant shore.For it has been sealed by waters kiss,cold and dark as the memory of love.

someday ...

Some day dreams must die
When your love for me
will cease to exist
having floated away
into a warm summer mist
as the sun will set
on a cold winters day
no longer will my words of love
be given away
to drift into nothingness
for the sky above
I will keep my heart
hold onto my love
Words will be unspoken,
lost somewhere in time
for my thoughts I must hide
Visions of yesterday
remain fresh in my mind
Silently I will cry,
As feelings are denied
Why must love end
with such pain and sorrow
and the and dreams dies with anguish
As torn half-finished pages
that were meant to be
our lives
Some day dreams must die.

The days grew so long.
It seems so long,
All the long days
Have turned into long nights
Yet at the end of them both
I still long to hold you tight
In my now empty arms.

As the night passed by
I snapped out of my fantasy
it was all just a dream.
died as a fallen petal
What I knew to be true
And undying love
were just lies.
Beautifully told.

Remembering the scents
of a far off love
that never was
All I could do
Was sing a sad song.
As the dream vanishes
in the twilight sky.

Morning sweetest of dawning thoughts
kissing sunshine with love deeply within
now warmly they never really do know
what they have in front of them

It all lies in happiness
or for what they have really lost
for that matter
as one face turns cold
without love inside
meaningless heartache

Will they ever be happy and learn
or are they just happy making others sad
this is the reality of love
it's unconditional working at something
to achieve great goals together
not a second hand emotion

To just throw away feelings
discarding them at will
now sometimes it is very hard to take
in the cold truth ,
they do not love you at all