Last Commented Lost Love Poems (2,649)

If I were certain of this, my helpmate, my friend
If I could be certain that the weariness of your heart
The sadness of your eyes, the fever in your breast
Would be erased by my consoling, my love
If my reassuring words were the cure by which
Your empty, lampless brain should rise again
Your forehead be washed clean of these stains of humiliation
Your feverish youth be healed
If I were certain of this, my helpmate, my friend
Day and night, dusk and dawn I would comfort you
I would sing light-hearted sweet songs to you
Songs of waterfalls, of springs, of meadows
Songs of dawn, of moonlight, of planets
I would tell stories of beauty and devotion
How the ice-like bodies of proud beauties
Melt in the passion of warm hands
How one's once fixed familiar face
Upon gazing on it unexpectedly changes
How the transparent crystal of the beloved's cheek
Suddenly goes aflame from a ruby red glow
Or the way a rose bows herself before its plucker
Or the way the expanse of night is fragrant
I would keep singing, keep singing for your sake
I would keep weaving melodies while sitting, for your sake
But my songs are not the elixir to your sorrows
Melody is no surgeon, be it consoling and sympathetic
Nor is it a lancet, be it a balm for illness
There is no escape for your illness, save for the lancet
And this murderer-messiah is not in my possession
Nor is it in that of any living soul in this world
Yes! except for you, yourself, yourself.

I'm a drunk!!!
I'm a punk!!!
I tried very hard to aspire
To a love
...a "LAURA LOVE"
That was way beyond me
...WAY, TOO MUCH HIGHER"!
Robert

Wet eyes and a crazed will are not enough;
Nor are accusations of a furtive love;
Stride in the bazaar today, shackles on your feet.
Stride with arms spread open and in wild abandon;
Stride with dust-covered hair and blood-stained shirt;
Stride, all the beloved city watches the road.
The official and the commoner;
Sad mornings and barren days;
Arrows of slander and stones of insult.
Who but we can be their companion?
Who in the beloved town remains free of guilt?
Who remains worthy of the killer's hand?
Broken-hearted ones, prepare to leave;
Let us stride to meet our death today.

from the skeleton's remains
i say goodbye
to a broken heart
cold and lonely

you never heard me cry
in the whispering clouds
were dreams are blown away
broken promises that were made

i never saw it comming
moister my teardrops
thunder and lightning
you brought on the storm
falling in raindrops

you upon the ground
the remains of you
in this part of me
the last of you found

from the remains
my heart will blossom
i will ditch the skeleton
for a new start

no more tears
just regrets
wasted years

Again has someone come, sad heart---no; no one
May be a passerby ---will go somewhere else
Night declines, the stardust scatters
Drowsy lamps waver in the buildings
Every path, after long waiting, sleeps
The unfamiliar dust has blurred traces of footsteps
Put out the candles, take away wine and jug and cup
Lock up your sleepless doors
Now no one, no one will come.

So much politeness, yet we remain strangers;
how many meetings till we are again lovers?
How long before we see a spring of unsullied green?
How many rains before the blood stains wash away?
Heartless were the moments ending the pain of our love,
Lightless were the mornings following life-giving nights.
I longed to beg forgiveness, even complain as lovers do,
but my heart's crushing defeat gave me no respite.
What I had gone to say, Zeeshan, risking all -
remained unsaid when all else was done.

All bright glittering is not gold
A tainted love affair I was sold

A tasteless temptress stole my dream
Beaming like a feline high on pilfered cream

Is it not sinful to steal the love of my life, of my days and endless night?
Taking that fragrant body that filled me with such yearning and carnal delight

To forgive may be divine, but mortal and human only I be

When that crossroads I reach, will I accept that now
the future is only and alone.....ME

TEMPTRESS GLITTERING,
I run with FRAGRANT flowers,
Until TASTELESS poem,
A MORTAL SIN TAINTED us,
I CROSS over Love's GRAVE,......LOST !

Your sorrow in search of someone
willing to spill his blood
but they who once lined the roads
ready to give up this life
at a moment’s notice
for you
have left
no longer to be found
Beloved
the night waited with me for you
at dawn it admitted defeat and left
My consolers also departed
hurt to find my eyes
without tears
let down that I held back my grief
Nothing’s left now
no possibility of the night of love
and no way to show even a glimpse of pain
there’s no room for complaints
no margins allowed for suggestions
Tyrant
it’s your era
the restless heart’s lost its every right
It was me
it was my shirt
that was printed
with blood on the streets
darkened there with inks of accusation
I declared these stains a new fashion
and went to mingle with the guests
at my lover’s home
Nowhere anymore
that abandon of passion
no one wear’s fidelity’s raw fabrics
Hangman
what will you do with that rope?
who’s asked you to build the scaffold?
those once proud to be accused of love
they all have vanished.

I lied!!!
I tried!!!
...I did the best I could!
I left rehab the second day!!!
And for this I will pay
For I "LIED"
I "TRIED"...
but
again
I LIED
And..."Died"!!!