Lost Love Poems (2,650)

When your family treated you like sh*t.
You felt something wrong with them including yourself.
You don't understand.
You confused.
And you were questioning yourself.
Many times, million times.
About love and faith.
You were asking why.
How this could happened to me?
Meanwhile other could treat you better than your own family.
So she stopped wasting her time.
You always have a choice whether just being wasted.

I need no love
Anymore,
I have had enough
Tears before

I leave
All my fears
And go out
To watch the amazing beauty
Of life

I leave to you
My unfinished story,
My unfinished painting,
My unfinished world.

I don’t expect from you
Even a word
Back
I say goodbye to you
Like I watch
The last train,
Steaming away
In the rain

Now it's your turn
To build your own story,
Where I am not.
I do not care
If you
Follow the wrong roads
Because slaughtered love
Cannot be forgiven
Either by people
Or Gods

As winter yields
and April fades to May
the lengthening days
awaken cigarette haze
and Tullamore Dew
cloaked memories
of that summer we shared
on Árainn Mhór:

You lying in the sun
reading the thickest books we found
yellowing in a Dungloe shop window;
illustrated Life of Brian scripts,
The Last Temptation of Christ,
you liked them both –
and you, an atheist.

Naked splashing
in a spring-water rock pool
warmed in the sun
flushed by the tide.

As the Earth turned slowly
and seeming timeless
campfire evenings
stretched tilting –
tilting into darkness
I drank too much ‘Tullamore’
and you sipped rum.

You lying on talc-soft
passionate sand
beneath a parasol,
a wisp of gauze draped –
for decency’s sake –
casually across your thighs,
captivated me.

You laid aside
‘The Last Temptation’
as I walked toward you
and I swear to God,
that in your face
I saw the face of God.

And your welcoming smile
was His smile
and your wide-open arms
were His arms
and your acceptance of me
was His acceptance.

I hope I’m not disturbing you,
I had to speak to you again.

Straight from the ferry from Burtonport
I hired a bike and rode past Lough Shore
to the old lighthouse
where you spent long hours
painting your watercolours
and wanted to settle
but the cancer feasting on you
devoured you

I buried your ashes
in the amphora
you brought from Syria -
planted an asphodel
and inscribed a memorial
on a flat chalk stone,

“Here lies my brief miracle.”

Weathered by winters
the inscription is faded.

I sit drinking rum –
it tastes of your hugs
embraces my soul
you are near
you are
so very near.

I will go to the shore
to find another
white soft-stone marker,
and on it I’ll write,

“Tread gently... Saoirse dreams here.”

How can one say that something has gone away?
I think of you, you have it all
But in a way pay for it with all those lonely nights!
Just waiting for his shine
It comes not so often these days
And you can lay awake all night just wondering
You have your treasure that's been gifted to you
But there's still a need that's craving inside that longs to be met
You can kid yourself you have it all.

open, petal,
flower at the grass -
orchild

A dead man tells no tale
Even if you grab him by his tail
or hammer him with a nail
He is nothing without his soul

Sometime you are in a situation that you can't cope
you must try hard not to loose hope
and dont end your life in a rope
otherwise you will be a big flop

There no time to die today
just bow down and pray
and GOD will see your cry
soon he will drop something on your tray
and you will find another way

Clouds drop away, expose sparkling day
At times in life, for happy times we pay
Was it sudden, or dawning came slow
Emotions left, leaving no inner glow

Clouds can come fast, cover what's been
Aware what happened, what you'd seen
Denial..... what your eyes so briefly saw
Your ears heard clearly, closing doors

Many times in life, we'll have to admit
With no safe period, before we commit
Allowing heart-head, to join together
Balance for life, free from tethers

Physical and mental ties, can restrain
Hidden tears, suddenly fall like rain
Experience can't save us, from pain
Taught time heals, then smile once again

Love in many forms, family-lover-friend
As does hate, no helping hand you lend
Allowing to cross lines, no guarantee
Take steps slowly, timing the key

With love comes passion, not caution
Never served in equal portions
We cannot select, if in love we fall
Fate takes control, without any rule....

Mismatches, will constantly occur
Causing problems, for him or her
We have to smile, encountering pain
If experience, is our only gain......

Sometimes
Sometimes when I wake up
Sometimes when I get up
I can feel alive.

Some days
Some days I can see things
Some days I can think good things
I know for I have tried

I try
I try to say things
I try to share things
But they fade into the sky.

Why then
Why then don't people listen
Why then people don’t reason
Even when I tried.

Tell me
Will they ever kiss me?
Would they ever miss me?
Even if I died.

Are there
Are there any reasons?
For the changing of the seasons
Just like the circle of life.

Lets make our hearts
Wander into the fields
And listen
To the magic whispers of bending grass

Sounds like the wind
Blowing through the hollows
Eyes drifting
Towards the stars at night

My heart sings of joy
When I close my eyes
And dream
About opening them in yours

My face tightens with pain
As I am lying awake
And wonder
How long we’ll be apart

I’m going back home
Walking alone on this earth
And glancing
Down at the ground under my feet

A footprint in time
Lasting only a brief moment
And going
Away from you now

We can fall so far away
Speeding up fast
And get lost
Fading into the noisy crowd

When even the dust
Gathers into the corners
Of our minds
Our memories will grow old

In the shadow of life
Hiding from my feelings
Stuck in time
I am so lost without you

I wanted to believe
time does the healing
and that pain would hurt no more
but...it's been over a thousand days
a million minutes
and still
my heart is as broken as the prism
scattered amongst the pages
of my unwritten litany
no
I'm not looking forward
to seeing you, even in my dreams
but neither would I desire your
uninvited visit in my mind
I just want time to heal the wound
so I can move on..

is that too much to ask?