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Love Lost

Words left unspoken, lost somewhere in time
Visions of yesterday remain in my mind
Silently I cry, for my thoughts I must hide
years gone by, feelings denied
Why must love end with such pain and sorrow
For the love that we shared was filled
with hope and dreams of tomorrow
How can we destroy the lives that we touch
and continue to say, that "I love you so much”
Could it be that with love
we create our "Hell"
breaking the hearts of those that we tell
For the love you are given, a price you must pay
you will be broken, your love thrown away
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Posted: Jan 2017
About this poem:
do u have same feelings ?
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Protect

Angels in heaven,
Angels above,
Protect the one I love.
For she is in your hands now,
Protect her from evil and hate,
Love her as I have,
Love her always as I will.
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Posted: Jan 2017
About this poem:
in the memories of lost love
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she Was My Life

She was Dawn
Sunrise was his heart
Her love was morning, the beginning

She was Noon
Midday was hes radiant face
Hes embrace was the pinnacle of my day, all days

She was Dusk
Sunset was hes serenade
Hes bittersweet kiss was twilight, the ending

Now she is Night
Midnight was hes soft goodbye
The pale moon reaches its zenith, in the nothing of my heart.
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Posted: Jan 2017
About this poem:
thinking of you
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BeenieBanton

A Dream

Broken wing fall down, above the flower.
Copy that, when i get creepy cover.

Through mine of the insomnia...
I step... i pass... i get alalia.

Lemniscate, metaphorically thinking.
What's going wrong with my linking.

Song of the bird from the universe.
Strange echo comes between verse.

This bed is strange, or maybe not.
With mix of illusions, covered by blot.

Far away, deep in to the pillow.
Finally... i sleep, flooded by billow.
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Posted: Jan 2017
About this poem:
simply...month before my wedding we breakup, and the result is this poem.
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sophiasummer

And There You Go

You laid your body down
raised your hands
to your'e savior

Time passed
grasses now with hay
fleeting butterflies
homing bees

yet still you went away

You are happy now
chosen
her

I am too

An awakening

Soph
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Posted: Jan 2017
About this poem:
Another road. All Good.
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lookn2share

D.I.V.O.R.C.E.

Because of you emptiness inside me has reached the depths of abyss
I'm crushed by our end and moments of every day It's us' I'll sorely miss
My inexplicable love for you will lengthen the time it takes to shake my daze
accepting this failed marriage will challenge me for the remainder of my days

Caring just half as much as I would have held our commitment together
due to your NPD and absent reality...I've lost the love of my life forever
Maybe I shall live long enough to find love we once had for each other
" Who am I kidding "...the way I loved you I couldn't possibly love another

This divorce makes three...and you too gave me NO other choice but to file
this Old-Fashioned Gentleman knows if you give an inch woman take a mile
Lingering pain is obviously synonymous with divorce but this latest hurt most
despite all mistreatment...going beyond to please will remain first and foremost

For years your actions proved you really loved ONLY yourself and your 'perfect' son
if honest...you'd admit you never intended our relationship to be a permanent one
My desire Evilla is to keep giving even if it's not deserving...that's simply who I am
instead of choosing mentally abusive and vile...you could've tried giving a damn

These words had true meaning when exchanged years ago
"I Love You"... THAT'S ALL WHAT I KNOW!
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Posted: Jan 2017
About this poem:
About Eva! I wrote it to vent about the divorce! I was/am feeling shattered! She was cruel...but for whatever reason, I will always miss her.
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marikia

Nevermore

I know who is the killer when I’m dead,
Love is to blame, but I am done with that.
Peace dwells where it was meant to be love’s nest,
It is my soul that’s stripped of love, for all is vain.
I never thought that love would ever harm and kill,
Hoped it would give me time, my efforts it would spare.
And if it dealt a blow it would then charge and miss,
And if it showed abyss I wouldn’t mind and care.
I thought I would be reconciled and bear the blow,
As all I needed was regard and feeling strong.
But what I've got is heart devoid of love and hope,
It wasn’t meant to be, it seems, your love is gone.
Don’t think I’ll ever miss you any more,
The void inside me tells me - nevermore.
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Posted: Jan 2011
About this poem:
An attempt at sonnet and Master Fellsman's valuable advice. I miss the time how it used to be and poets who left this corner very much. Hope they are coming back some time! Thank you, Master Fellsman, once again!
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beyondanger

The Ungrateful Bird

That morning when i opened the door,
found a wounded bird crawling on the floor.
Unable to bear the pitiable sight,
my heart started feeling for the mite.
I brought the creature in at once,
assumed to have been shot by guns.
I tried my best to make him calm,
fed him water, caressed with palm.
He hopped around all the night,
with all the sufferings he had to fight.
I found it tough to leave him alone,
none of us drowsed till the dawn.
We were friends so soon,
the intimacy aided as a boon.
The gashes started healing faster,
i never let him recall the disaster.
The friend was still not ready to fly,
but i didnt realise his lust for the sky.
Unaware of his intentions, i retired to bed,
when he flew away with just sky in his head.
I wept all day i ate nothing,
with hope that he would be coming.
I kept waiting for him on & on,
T'was already late, he was long gone.
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Posted: Jan 2017
About this poem:
People had different interpretations regrading this poem.Let me know yours.....
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marikia

Tell, people, how much it takes..

Tell, people, how much it takes
His words to leave behind, forget,
Accept the fact there’s no way back,
That our time has been just chapter
Of novel big and very sad,
In which mere party third I am?!
He’s open, tells me right up front
How ring for her he bought,
That yesterday another night
He went and spent with her,
How gently held her in his arms,
How happiness to him she brought.
Tell, people, how much it takes.
A wineglass? One? Or maybe five?
Or maybe simply poison drops
Can still such pain as mine?
Wish I forgot: not long ago
I too was in her place,
And round and round we gently waltzed,
He wished ME, no one else.
Don’t want to think, Lord gracious, please,
Put everything in place in life!
No wine – I will indulge in dreams
And drink the herbs instead of wine.
Still in my dreams I’ll see in pain
Dear features of your face,
Still I will long to closer stay,
To feel I’m loved I’ll wait and wait …
Tell, people, tell me what will help
To pardon, let him walk away
To one - bit younger than I am,
My heart no more to love him help?..

18.04.09
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Posted: Jan 2017
About this poem:
Just another translation of a young poetess - wonder what's wrong with me! Love is not that easy, one can be severely tested by love and succumb to desperation or come out a victoriously free soul ready to take another chance. Life is short, better not succumb, but keep trying to be happy!

Tatiana Snezhina was born in Ukraine, she lived in Moscow and died in the city of Novosibirsk. She became famous in Russia after her tragic death in a car accident on August 21, 1995. She was very young when she died, only 23 years old, she wrote over 200 poems that are still used by Russian pop singers in their songs.
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misfit203

Young and Sorry

My heart is slain
Surrendered beneath the fangs of my thoughts
That night I changed
There is nothing in this world that remains the same
Except we all bleed in time
The truth explained
Uncertainty, the permanent stain
temptation gains
It was only for a moment that I did wane
All to make me happy

The crack on your looking door
You can blame it on me
The dream that became a sore
You can blame it on me
The love you were looking for
I'm young and I'm sorry
I'M YOUNG and I'M SORRY
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Posted: Jan 2017
About this poem:
At the time of this writing, I was feeling very remorseful to a young woman I was in communications with. The poem may sound misleading as if I had been unfaithful but that wasn't what I was trying for. I was not trusting enough when I was speaking with this young woman, and I realized how accusatory my words chosen were. I was uncertain of her honesty, and I lost her favor. I wrote this as an apology.
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