Last Commented Lost Love Poems (2,650)

Sweet fragrant bouquet

Impregnated and impressed upon the bed linen

He has returned home yet his aroma lingers

Enrapturing sensations

Of warmth and love

A ball of unconsuming fire

Glowing and rotating in the midst of my solar plexus

Yearning for the deep intimacy and affection shared over the last few hours.

He will return for he is trustworthy

Enwrapped in an angel face,

I sense him and know him,

I worry not as he will come back to me

As sure as the sun rises over the horizon

My sweet angel will dawn with glorious muscular wings of flight

For his heart is entwined in the midst of mine.

His wings are sprouting while his shoulders broaden

To carry the weight heavily leaden upon his mind

Through the transition he knows he needs to endure.

I pray he takes shelter in the Almighty

That covers him in a protective shield

Alas those wings never singe.

The perfume from his body I will not wash away

I will inhale his intoxicating aroma till I see him again

And dream the sweetest of thoughts …

Here I am just as you found me
A stone shaped like a heart will be
Once where you stumbled upon

Unlike you I will always be here
Forever my dear I am near
Because I am just a stone

It was such a pure delight
When you held me so tight
In your grasp I became love

After all the leaves turn gold
When at last we became old
I was left just as you found me

My best friend he lay dying
All alone, just me and him
I knew no one could help him now
Life's thread was getting thin.

I'd built a campfire out of deadwood
Wrapped him in his blanket tight
Watched the campfire take on the darkness
The sunset welcomed night.

Put the coffee on from habit
Knowing he couldn't drink
Hoping the smell would comfort him
Giving me time to think.

This trip was one of many made
Twenty years and more
Two old friends fishing the big lakes
And watching eagles soar.

I don't know what spooked his horse
He'd been mountain bred and born
Something made him rear and fall
Pinned my pardner beneath the horn.

His lungs were crushed beyond talking
His eyes were still alert
I eased his saddle beneath his head
He tried hard to hide his hurt.

I masked the tears that misted my eyes
There was no time to cry
Somehow I had to have the strength
To watch my best friend die.

I told him I was plumb helpless
I had done all I could do
But I would stay with him through the end
Then the hurt and tears came through.

His hand moved softly over mine
And he raised his finger high
His gaze seemed fixed beyond the stars
And he pointed to the sky.

His lips were slowly moving
Although they didn't say a word
I sensed he was talking
To a presence I'd not heard.

"Is that God you're talking to?"
I asked, trying to understand
His head moved slightly sideways
As did the pressure from his hand.

I looked upward where he's dpointed
But first didn't see a thing
Then I sensed and felt the beat
Of something nearing on a wing.

As the full moon cleared the peaks
An owl gave it's call
Shadows stirred of things unknown
And I watched in quiet awe.

I remember a phrase from long ago
Or had it been whispered from the skies
"To behold and angel on the wing
You must use your heart for eyes".

Magic was clearly in that moonlit glade
Losing my fear of my friend's death
A look of peace replaced his pain
As he drew his final breath.

"Is it angels?" I asked quietly
A final nod, then all alone
I watched those angels in the moonlight
As they flew my old friend home.

the cafe was closing
and the air was darker
than age
Mary was fixing
her order
and her world
had become
like a cage


will you still see me
on Sunday?
will you wear that dress
and look nice..?
but you know
that a question
ain't a question
when you
got to ask it twice..

and the sparrows
still play
in the cornfields
where we used
to make love
and you'd sing..

ain't it funny
how something
is nothing
when nothing
was once everything?

I drove down there
around midnight
past farms
that seemed
to be free

but I knew
one day
that I'd buy one
and that
would be the end
of me

talk of music
and college
of dance halls
lawyers and gown
but it's hard
to dance with a roughneck
when a banker's hand
owns town


she was getting tired
of me
my work, my car
and my dark
and I looked to the heavens
for answers
and saw nothing but stars
and a lark

"I heard she married a doctor"
my friend Dave
did say
later on

and I smiled
like it meant
nothing to me
and got sick
when I knew
he was gone

now the sparrows still sing
in the cornfields
neath the mountains
where she
used to sing

aint it funny
how something
is nothing
when nothing
was once everything

and her car, her car
is a dream.

Thoughts drift, to a special time
Contented together, human vines
No love could linger, that we knew
Imminent parting, silent clues

You walked away, but could not leave
Eyes and action, could not deceive
Gradually, reality set the scene
Acceptance, what could have been

Struggle faded, as time passed
Fate controller, our future cast
Rotation of time, new events
Hope granted, new dreams sent

Whatever outcome, emotions confirmed
Through daily life, a world turns
Butterfly flutters, within a hollow
One step at a time, side-steps-sorrow

Pandora's box, with hidden depths
Waits to be opened, can one expect
Love's fire's, still burning true
Or fizzled-faded, in situations new.....

We laughed and cried as we might
Showing just how much we care
We held each other oh so tight
Until we’d cried the last tear

You often asked the reason
Why it’s time for me to leave
To set you free for your return
To your friends of course my dear.

I couldn’t bear to see the pain
I couldn’t tear your heart again
When the time for you to say
That it was time to go away.

I gave the bird the choice to fly
To spread your wings and soar on high
Without remorse or regret
Because I chose to let you fly.

I watched as you did fly away
Watching as you soared up high
Wondering would you fly to me?
Or fly away to new beginnings


Though my dear you’ll find new love
And thoughts of me shall slowly fade
Forever I will watch the sky above
For my love for you will never fade.

Jan 5, 2020

First date nerves are all over me
Is this the one of my dream/fantasy
He is late and I am sweating alot.
Is it traffic or did he just forgot.

Why am I hiding in the bathroom
Predicting after sex gloom and doom
He is calmly waiting out there.
Girl go sweat out there; not in here.

On a bright sunny day we tied the knot
My, my in that tux he sure looks hot
Something dances down spine
All in my head is the word "MINE"

Guess the honeymoon was a success
I am now wearing a maternity dress
Sweating buckets as I writhe in pain
Hoping and praying my sanity remain

Fast forward to my tenth anniversary
You guessed it; sweating is my destiny
He is late again. Its not traffic I'm sure
He may not even come to this door.

My world has all turned blue
My dreams are shattered too
By a letter that I saw just yesterday.
From a girl I thought I knew
She swore that she'd be true
But now she's gone and left me feeling blue.
She said she loves another guy
And I don't mean a thing
She vows that she will never wear my ring
I hoped there'd come a time
When I could make her mine
But I guess she doesn't love me any more.

How I wish we'd never met
It's so hard to forget
The fun we had, the good times and the bad
It's over now it seems
She haunts me in my dreams
I don't know when I've ever felt this sad.
She said she loves another guy
And I don't mean a thing
She vows that she will never wear my ring
I hoped there'd come a time
When I could make her mine
But I guess she doesn't love me any more
No, I guess she doesn't love me any more.

loneliness runs out throught my hands.marking my fingers and palms with the scars of a deep love that I could not hold on to.

It is very sad that my first love's dance
Should have happened down in old Kings Cross*
Where amid this sordid circumstance
There was something more than just innocence lost.
Wrap it up and put it in - where was romance?
(The girl's heart covered by a cold hard frost).
I was her last trick of the night - and then?
Well after this - all she wants is h*roin.

Glittering old tart - the Cross - debauched and stupid; -
Where some find pleasure - and others find great pain.
Destroying innocence - you'll find not Cupid -
Drenched in sin and soaking in the rain.
I speak of her in memories quite lucid; -
(At other times she shames and fogs my brain).
This is a place where truly nothings free -
And if you ever went there you would see.

So going back now thirty years in time; -
With gangsters' molls, whores, and drugs aplenty; -
Ev'ry violence - ev'ry type of crime -
Well, so it was - back there in the eighties.
Though in this wildlife something sublime; -
A merging of the Tigress and Euphrates.**
Awash with drugs and every type of sin -
Hookers off their faces on cheap h*roin.

That was where I was - down in old Kings Cross
Losing at sixteen my sweet virginity; -
And sleeping (as I did) with life's worst dross -
Saw this den of vice and inequality.
(Though half of Sydney would be at a loss
If this old dame were ever closed you see).
Here vice has value - something like a treasure -
Where we "sin in haste - and repent at leisure".

The 'Cross of old: - well that was how it was; -
Like a jail (co-educational) with lights.
And why you ask? Why? - just well - just because -
(How else can you explain all those street fights?)
I tell of times long gone back in "the "Cross" -
(Destroying the young as they found their delights).
"Drunks, (and) junkies and busted up old sluts"^; -
Well, they say us Aussies were "as rough as guts".

There were a few good people - the odd saint
As diamonds in the rough - (as you might say)
Though not for me because saint I ain't
And I was young and in my "salad days".
Well this is the picture that I paint
(For saints you'd best look in another place)
Except of course for Father Chris O'Rielleys'
Youth Off the Streets virtuous charities.***

No time now; to return to memories; -
No time - to come - and settle - those old scores.
She's tame and I'll not make new enemies; -
All's gone quiet with these our "lockout laws".****
Hard to find a foe or even frenemies; -
The spark is gone and now she only bores; -
Kicked out of the 'Cross at 1 am
The clubs are closed like jails - inmates in them.




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