Lost Love Poems (2,650)

Always happy never sad,
You make others very glad,
You are like the sunshine on a cloudy day
You chase all of the clouds away.
\Always happy never sad,
Sometimes you make me so mad
You appear to be so honest and good
Bur deep within you are nothing but a hood.
\Always happy never sad,
Why couldn't I see that you were bad
I put all my faith and trust in you,
And now I realize that was a silly thing to do.

There are things in life that we just need to end.
Things that are horrible, painful and unfair.
But I have accept to be alone.
I should not fill myself with false hope
That things will turned like I wish I wanted to be.

Ok! I admit, I miss the talks that we use too.
Your crazy old stories, wake up calls, you're voice. I miss you holding me. I miss you and us.
I will and I miss every little thing about you.

I knew it! Everything will remind me of you.
Remind me all the things that we use too.

This is worst!
You keep me thinking.
You keep me missing.
But I end up smiling. :)

Am I crazy?
-Im just lonely

There was a time
when your head against my chest,
and your lips press to my cheek.

There was a time
when I was lost in your eyes,
When I was lost for words

Had you looked in my eyes,
Only once, O dear girl;
There was a truth in my love,
That you believe to be blur..

From my heart.
We shall lie here together,
One last morn,
Blanketed by our goodbyes,

I’m in love with the thought of you.
Nothing more.
I hate to admit it.
But you are nothing more;
a smeared memory
And I shall force a smile
As you go,
Promising to look back.

Cry a river
for this helpless feeling
Lend a shoulder
for this breaking heart
Maybe one day,
There’ll be a time
when you love me the way that I do.

He fancied himself a Garden King
But seeds were sown long before his arrival.
He tried enticing growth with tools of past plantings
That he horded hanging on the nails in his soul.
He teased the white coned lily
And smirked at the Red Velvet Rose.
He never felt the growing tool of tragedy that
Seduces the tears necessary to quench the thirst of seeds.
Arrogance reared its head as he danced in the streets shouting
"I am the Garden King".
He fever carried the tool of voice,
With tender tone, to nurture.
He never hefted the tool of silence
Needed for selfhood.
His soul ached,
To stir,
To caress
but empty souls produce no touch,
That prompting tickle that induces a zest for life.
And the seedlings of the white coned Lily
And the Red Velvet Rose, with her message of love,
Wait,
For the rustle of growing tools,
Humble steps from the Garden King.

N'ecris pas.Je sui triste,et je voudrais m'eteindre.
Les beaux etes sans toi,c'est la nuit sans flambeau.
J'ai referme mes bras qui ne peuvent t'atteindre,
Et frapper a mon c?ur,c'est frapper au tombeau.
N'ecris pas!

N'ecris pas.N'apprenons qu'a mourir a nous-memes.
Ne demande qu'a Dieu...qu'a toi,si je t'aimais!
Au fond de ton absence ecouter que tu m'aimes.
C'est entendre le ciel sans y monter jamais.
N'ecris pas!

N'ecris pas.Je te crains;j'ai peur de ma memoire:
Elle a garde ta voix qui m'appelle souvent.
Ne montre pas l'eau vive a qui ne peut la boire.
Une chere ecriture est un portrait vivant.
N'ecris pas!

N'ecris pas ces doux mots que je n'ose plus lire:
II semble que ta voix les repand sur mon c?ur;
Que je les vois bruler a travers ton sourire;
II semble qu'un baiser les empreint sur mon c?ur.
N'ecris pas!

As I remember the days and years of past,
wishing that these sweet memories would for eternity last..!
Remembering your bright smile,
And our want for the marriage aisle!
remembering your touch..
thinking of you and us too much!
remembering that fateful day,
when god brought you my way!
Remembering our first doubt,
of how to go about!
Remembering the difficult time's,
a story far from nursery ryms!
unseen forces pushing us apart,
Doing my best to mend a broken heart!
Remembering our first child,
Cheerful,bright and wild!
Torn apart shortly after,
Remembering your sweet laughter!
Two years of darkness,
Followed by another miracle!
Demons forcing my weakness,
Non believer becoming spiritual!
The fight far from done,
but i know it wil be won!
my love is unwavering,
a passion worth savouring!
her smile lights my day,
Pushing negativtity out of my way!
trying to stay strong,
You wont wait long!
Remembering all of this,
To bring me.....to bliss.
Remembering them as they smile,
Memories that take me away for awhile!
her love true and pure,
she is my only cure!
I will forever love!
You amanda, my dove!

They met at planting time
She furrowed deep the rows
Chanting lays of love
He wailed tales of woe.
She worked an easy pace, sowing seedless grapes,
Green, translucent, sweet
He a bitter, purple grape with acrid meat!
The sweet flourished, a taste as honey to the lips, the flavour of forever
His serpentine rows grew a crocked vine breeding murky pellets
,Bitter as the Lime.
And then her seedless greens shrivelled in his shadow
And became a rotting brown,
No more they could be found!
She gave such luscious greens, He a bitter meat, thick with peal.
He spends a lot of time now ravishing the vines To find
The seedless greens
to press to lips,
To taste the flavour of forever
Only finding dry-rot ropes the
Offspring of his Wormwood heart,
Now crumbling like sawdust in the wind.

You've got me thinking,
The silence,
The replies,
So cold--

Have you got an Hidden Agenda?

Have you chosen someone over me?
Or was it just in my head?

I know what I feel;
And this aint right.

You've got me thinking.

Why does it?
What does it?
What is it to look for in Love?

These days;
Its always an Hidden Agenda.

Awakened as the lightning strikes among my darkest fears.
The thunder breaks a slumber lasting far too many years.
Shrouded by delusion, shaded eyes and muffled ears,
Squandered opportunities for laughter, joy and tears.

Epiphany is painful; now the reckoning is come.
To sleep was so much easier, for apathy is numb.
The loneliness and pain I've brought, my debt has now become,
Since forcefully revived from being blind and deaf and dumb.

Apologies are useless and excuses even more;
No amount of sorrow can remove what's gone before.
Awake now from your lethargy, embrace those you adore,
Awake and seize your chance at what can be Forevermore.

As we bought the furniture
We thought it would root us together;
every chair would be a child,
every painting a patch of cracked wall
covered & covered forever.
But now we are moving on-
& all our treasured junk
which seemed so solid, so unmoveable,
is like ashes in the fist of a mourner
outside the crematorium.
Scatter it over the sea!
I am moving to a bare house on a bluff
overlooking the Pacific.
I will furnish it with the multicolored love
of my red-bearded, green-eyed lover,
with the crushed kaleidoscope of our passion,
& the bottle glass we find along the beach,
& the pure unclouded sunlight that we pour
over & over each other.
If we don't have a bed,
we will make nourishing love
on the sunstruck kitchen floor.
If we don't have a chair,
we will rock
on each other's thighs.
If we don't have a table,
we will eat out of each other's delicious bodies.
He will lick honey out of my vaginia,
I will cover his hardness with jam
& suck it off like a hungry baby.
Take the desk, the analytic couch,
the poster we bought in dead Vienna,
Take the scholarly journals, the brokerage receipts,
the money, the money, the money,
& churn your worthless stock.
Put coins in your pocket;
they will not buy you love.
Make a blanket of bonds & passbooks;
they will not keep you warm.
Quilt yourself over with checks;
they will not bounce for you as I did.
You will be solvent & sane
huddled in the coinage of your coldness,
But I am gone...


SAS