Lost Love Poems (2,650)

I know you love me mum because I am your son.
I know you love me daughter because I am your Dad.
I know you love me son because you are my lad.
I know you love me brother because we have the same mother.
But who loves me for who I am, just plain old Kevin.

~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

Quiet rose you lay at rest upon the stone,
fragrant still as the wither
devours the bloom,
echoing the corpse below.

It is the lavender that scents the gentle breeze
giving life to the swaying rushes,
offering a melody in this place of silence,
lavender, the fragrance of your kiss.

And I,
a solitary poet in a world of crowds,
remove protective inner walls
and my soul again is joined by all.

Silken light from within is borne
as I hear the colors of your song,
and we dance unhindered by flesh or limb
our embrace as true as when bed was shared.

There are those who look upon me as strange
for no tear was shed as below you were laid,
but love knows not of earthly bonds
we still dance our delight upon the sod.

I cry.
I cry from pain then
I cry again. I cry that
I even went out with him.
I cry myself to sleep.
During the day I silently
weep. He cut me deep.
I cry out of fear.
Wish God were near.
I pray but the tears
fall down anyway.
I cry for being so
naive. Should not have
believed. I cry cause
I can. One day when I
cry again it won't be
over a damn man!

In the distance I see the clouds parting way.
And for a minute I get a glimpse of a better day, then I wonder is this really what it seems, the spell I'm under is reminiscent of a fading dream, my friends all left me with the slamming of the door, did they forgive me my heart feels like it's torn comma so much behind me there's a broken road in my past, it reminds me like shards of a shattered glass life is fragile it's so easy to break away, from all the matters it hurts when you fade away, no one's there to catch you when you fall, they never care to you like a ghost in her house, all the anger builds up deep inside you, you're a stranger all these years you've been lied to, told a fable about what it is to keep it real, you never able to grasp just how you feel, all you know is at the end of every day, that's how it goes when you watch your friends walk away, no good-byes no we'll see you when you get home, no tears I cried it's just you all alone, in the distance I see the clouds part away, and for a minute I get a glimpse of a better day.

Sometimes I wonder just what I would do, if I could dream that one dream that took me right back to you, would I do it all different would I love you the same, would i keep myself from getting caught up in the game, would I laugh would I cry would I share all you're pain, would I catch all your tears that fell like the rain, I sit back and i picture the life that we had, the Loyalty you gave through the good times and the bad, I tell myself that you were the epitome of love, and Angel sent from the Lord above, the mistakes that were made were mine yeah all mine, now these tears that I cry are all wasted time, I know that you've moved on where you are I don't know, life's gotten much harder I just go with the flow, sometimes I wonder just what I would do, if I could dream my way out of this world without you,

Got asked on a date. First in like
forever. Rushing to get myself
all together. Excited to death.
Couldn't remember how to take a
breath.

Praying for all to go right. He
shows up with flowers. Out of sight.
Hellos and hugs were exchanged.
All seemed like a Cinderella
story. We lol and finished
the end of each others story.
Everything was Great. We shared
a kiss goodnight. The future
looked bright.

Early a.m. I got a text. I was
so happy it was from him I could
see. I opened the text and it
was about sex. I ignored it.
Then many more each one more vulgar
and nasty then the one before.
The last made me cry. Called me
A whore that I could F*^&$#
myself!

First I blamed it on something I
may have said or done? I mean I
thought we had fun. How could things
come so undone? I wanted to run.
I felt numb and dumb.

I won't date for a while and I
can't even find my smile. How
can someone be such a kind man
one night and a BOY by
daylight??!!

Behind a tree
A bank of snow
A memory, a thought
Some future of now.

~

Branches in sway
Leaves fall to the ground
Sun melts the snow
Where them hiding spots are.

Look to the air, leaves are in spin
Hands in pursuit to catch them again
Gentle in drop
Upon
The forests floor.

Sun breakin stride of what
Your eyes, pretend to catch.

Try as you might
Too many will fall
Too begin again
A place that is good
Too comfort their mind.


~Bentlee~

He is so big we call him Boss kitty.
He struts with pride and is oh so witty
He climbs the counter to feast on chicken.
This is a meat he finds fingerlicking.But
Now he is lost and we don't know where..
We hope he's not hurt,
it by a car or
lying in the dirt.
His owner worries in silence each day
And I SIT ALONE AND PRAY FOR HIS SAFE RETURN.
aLL WHO KNOW OF HIS LOSS ARE HOPFUL OF HIS RETURN.
boss kitty you are missed not by the few but by the many.

I longed for your touch - and "burnt my fingers*
On a page of a book" kept next your heart;
So that in a kind of prison memory lingers
Fading slowly as we drift apart;
As your elusive beauty now surrenders
To this poetic page, stanzas impart
That to which I tell of our loves essence
Subtle as the twilight's evanescence.

Do you think of me still? - for 'oft I think of you -
Are you satisfied and happy with your life?
Our love was platonic - although no less true -
And you may be contented as a wife.
Sometimes I do fancy (on days when I feel blue)
What could have been (perhaps) - had not fate's knife -
Cut our love in twain - and separated -
That for which we fought - and strove - and hated.

We shared a love of horses - and of things equestrian
Although we shared too little of our time.
This life (so short it seems) is too pedestrian
(Those moments wasted really were a crime).
I think of destiny and things celestial -
And to this poem now add another line,
Perhaps - after all - you were too good for me:
I just wish we could talk now - by telepathy?

Danielle for you - I now write courtly verses -
And for posterity record my love
Forgive my feelings now in these discourses
Emotions that were once a treasure trove
I take this muse in hand as one does horses
(Just to think that we were made in stars above!)
For my Pegasus now prances in the sand -
Where once I saw you riding there so grand.


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