Last Commented Lost Love Poems (2,649)

This stone is soo cold
So is this cursed day....
its the death anniversary of someone I knew
Someone close, someone I loved so much


This tree was the witness...
Of the kisses we showered on each other
See that lovely heart I scratched on its bark....
Remains alive, yet y where u the one to fade from my life


These lawns where the alibi...
Of the chases I made for u...
yet strange it is...
How much I try, I cant chase u anymore...


Y am I soo weak? y am I soo helpless?
Is it wrong to ask to see the face of someone u loved?
I hold my tears back, yet whats the use?
This time if it falls, u are not there to wipe them off


All I do is place this stupid rose over this stone...
See the heavens mock me, its crying as if it feels what I feel
Remember back then we had a fight, I was soo jealous of u...
I was scared u would leave me back then...
Step out will ya! see I am on my knees, begging for ur company once again


Gods are lucky to have u there...
I am soo cursed to be left behind ....
U broke ur promise, yet I will love u for ever and ever
Left this heart alone, to die in the pain of my sorrow



Again I must leave , I kissed the stone with these dry lips
See this tree still rejoices our kisses under this dusk, in a way I never meant it to be
Promise me one more thing as I leave u, beg the Gods to do it for our sake
THAT NEXT YEAR, CAN I AGAIN HAVE THE HONOR TO BE BY THIS GRAVE.....
AND CHASE AND KISS U EVEN IN HEAVENS, ONCE AGAIN..

~Rutted~

Oh, How sweet love is when it is sweet!
Two salty, sweaty lovers waking up in a shared bed
that is rutted with love.
And how rare it is!
At the times in our lives when we have it,
we scarcely appreciate it...........
It is appreciated more in the loss than in the having--
like so many things we reckless humans have
including our lives.

~SAS

I send you,
You send me,
I touch what you have touched,
I see what you have seen,
Your scent lingers in my mind,
As tangible as you are real,
As connected as we feel,
Over the miles and space,
That separate us,
And bring us together,
For in that space somewhere,
We meet swirling together,
Among the morning mist,
Of mountain valley spender,
My thoughts are yours,
Yours become mine,
As time stands still,
Dreams become real,
For a moment,
We are together,
Speaking without words,
Feeling without touching,
Seeing without vision,
My love manifested for you,
Shapes into a vision,
We are there together,
And linger for awhile,
Experience the gradual hue,
That shifts and fades,
Then pales beside the moment,
Of our union among the blue.



~SAS

'I would talk to you
..of many things..'

The last yellow leaf...
clinging tenaciously..
to it's illusions..
......
the chorus of birds..
symphony of scavengers...
as they fight for..
the last crumbs of fall.

the face of strangers...
as they look at each...
imagined conversations..
in my head...

the pride with which..
a ring is worn...
saying, Look!!..
I have someone..

a cold winter rain..
the depression it forces..
in our lives...

the wonderful heat..
of the sun...
on your face...
when the air is brisk..
the wind calm...

all these and more...
speak volumes..
a rush of words..
impossible to notate..
and lost with the breath..
of time...
only a dim remembrance..
left in my ear..
poems lost in the clutter...
of life...

stupid jealousy..
when I hear a phrase..
in a song and feel..
why didn't I think of that..

...............

the aura of your pain..
around the edge of your words...
a dark blue glow...
that echo's the depth of the sea...
I would I could be...
an island where...
you can stretch on the sand...
warmed by the love of the sun...
and rest from your ceaseless struggle...
to stay afloat...

..................

My hand over my heart
when I read your words.
....

the night...
can you feel your bed..
tremble with the throbbing...
of my desire...
my need so great...
I fear...
it would consume you..


cerebral fantasies engulf me.

cerebral images absorb my soul...

cerebral love, flavor so exquisite..

but like Chinese food...

leaves you yearning..

hungering...

for something more substantial...


~SAS

Umber rust kisses the cold iron as it silently stands guard
while wilted flowers decay before markers forgotten,
below, blacken flesh becomes maggots feast
and repulsive souls fester in their coffins.

On this solstice eve an energy released
ripping the bonds of the vainful dead,
casting aside the reverence of the cross
ignoring the many prayers said.

And two young boys, in their carefree teens
do jump irons bars as dust drifts to dark,
with laughter strong and friendship bond they run
past the graves in this sullen yard.

Then one feels the breath across his neck
an icy kiss from one not there,
the second falls with no reason known
sees in the dark an angry stare.

Each breath is marked with billowed mist
for the air is cold as their breathing quickens,
yet from the chill from the damp below
their skin turns wet, their sweat does glisten.

And two young souls with no harm in life
are given to the hunger of evils touch,
for their young spirits taste sweet
to those forever corrupt.

In the darkness of the dead in the cusp of night
the cries could be heard as if all around,
and in the safety of home but blocks from the act
a mother cries for reasons unknown.

And dawns gentle light shone upon iron of rust
for the night has now past, the spirits do rest,
two young boys lie silent and cold in the yard
for good hearts beat no more when spirits have left.

And the people in their sorrow speak of predators and beast
yet no marks on the boys, no clues revealed,
but those who know evil in all shapes and forms
are silenced by ridicule, their lips are but sealed.

Yet some nights in this town, of Midwestern values
in a yard set with markers for those before,
sounds can be heard when no one is present
the sounds cut so clear
as if young boys laughter.......

Well wish you were near.

Your skin so caramel and smell your heavely scent.

My dreams collide with my loneliness.

My pains may never subside.

Your my angel my anchor

my divine light you helped me thru the darkness

brought me back to here.

Oh I am so accepting this world is so full of liars and deceivers.

There jealously extinguished our bond in this world.

But my connection to you will never be forgotten.

My dear I will always love you.

Though I never may be in love again I accept

and can move on.

Last night
he threw her picture
out the window
just to hear his heart break..

He remembers
that he was born
the day he met her
died the day
she forsake his love...

He lived
for the time
she loved him..

He has decided
to fill the emptiness
with God and poetry..

He cannot just
turn love off
he still feels it..

"Note to self"
she does not care anymore...

Emerging slowly from a buried Love,
Green fields of wonder stretch ahead,
I leave behind a barren land,
Of scalded faces from tears long shed.

That lingering shadow will always be there,
The good that prevailed I cannot delete,
Glory days of way back when,
My heart for her oft' skipped a beat.

As I fade into the uncertain distance,
I won't look back, I'll never return,
With every step I walk from the hurt,
Her eyes on the back of my head still burn.

New air blows toward me from future plains,
I yearn the freedom of new found things,
I stride further now, away from her stare,
Eager to taste what new life brings.

The thought of new Love makes my mouth dry,
That yearning woman that I don't yet know,
I imagine her lips and welcoming breast,
Paled in the distance she awaits her beau.

Much surpressed Love I piled in store,
Locked in chains with no one to share,
Her figure I dream of running my way,
To free this Love, our lips will dare.

I feel she's close now and quicken my step,
The remnants of the past have turned away,
I extend my hands to my future Love,
I've reached her now, in her arms I'll stay.

Nothing! Without me that's what you are.
I am your noontime sun your midnight star.
I am to you what you are to me,
All that ever was, all that ever will be.
It must be said so I will speak what's true,
That apart from me there can be no you.
It is you that I breathe, is it not for you the same?
To be alone is madness we must be together sane.
For me to be by myself just doesn't make sense,
And I cannot exist, you were my source ever since.
But you are nothing! Like a system without sun,
If all this comes undone, whatever the outcome,
You will be nothing! Like a man without a name,
Like night without the day, like seasons without change,
You are nothing! Just like words without truth
Spring without new, and like me without you,
Nothing!
J.S.

She remembers..
Perhaps she remembers
to well
Before he arrived she always
lit those red candles
Her cottage deep in the woods
was the perfect place
A hoot owl, the muffled bark of
dogs echoing accross the frozen
lake were familliar sounds and
welcome friends
She smiled and hummed a pleasant
tune as she prepared a seafood
platter
O, those glorious days she thought
to herself
He was the perfect lover
The scent of his after shave always
lingered for a day or so
She relished the thought with the
way she'd unbuttoned his shirt
with her teeth and the way his eyes
would gloss over in hopeless
submission to her feminine wiles
Yet, this night and there would be
another knock on her door from
the local policeman who would
once again enquire about the
whereabouts of her lover
The policeman to date was still
without a clue
They were still beguiled by this
womans feigned sense of loss
The police knew nothing of this
womans betrayal of her lover
And the police would never discover
his body at the bottom of the frozen
lake
Yes, there were tears in the wine, but
they were not the tears of loss..but
Revenge..