Lost It Poems - Poems about Lost It

In desolate wasteland of deprivation, sauntering languidly with my indigent life, I tried tolerantly for so long to smoothen the angularities of our beleaguered bond. Swirling in the egregious whirlpool of searing indignation, sucked...Read the rest...

Moonbeams dance upon my wall Echoes of laughter, whispers of it all Fading shadows, eerie silence deep My heart beats lonely, in a loveless sleep Sparkling eyes, now lost in the night Darkness descends, and my heart takes flight Soul mates...Read the rest...

I miss with lifetime sadness my love of Topping Street The walks we had on Comos' shores; when life was complete, Oh, the simple Irish diner to which we did meet Lead to the hours of love...Read the rest...

Poem written for “After the Party, I Woke Up on a Tropical Island” Anoucheka Gangabisson, sponsor 5/26/2024 Poet’s Note: I used a series of &&&&’s to indicate a shift into a different aspect of the poem and...Read the rest...

I remember walking out your door for the first time and finally finding myself and the person who helped me find myself I was in love And within a heartbeat two years went by and I was...Read the rest...

A poem is someone's soul on paper: It emits a feeling, Perhaps of great rage or warmth or sadness— But the feeling, it is there. But when I read a poem crafted so heartfelt; From one ordinary person to another— Though...Read the rest...

Submerged in his fanciful palette of feigned perfection his fetid smile suffused through the cold laps of the ...Read the rest...

He fell as he retreated from war’s last battleground Stray bullet lodged beneath his brain ghostly whispers in...Read the rest...

There's a robin on my fence today, A feather by my feet A heart-shaped leaf that blows along Beside me down the street Your song played on the radio This morning in the car And just last night I could've sworn I...Read the rest...

Dear lover I vividly remember What you used to do When you were in love Dear loser You cannot remember What you used to do Since now, you ain't in love. Being in love is either Feeling a sweet or a sour Pain It is being In...Read the rest...

Note from poetess: I wrote this poem remembering the first time I heard Hughes' song, "This Time Around." I was dating a man who joined the US Navy. Because he was on a submarine out...Read the rest...

In the whispers of 2010, our hearts entwined like tender vines on a trellis, our love defined I found my voice in poetry, a language true to express the depths of my devotion, anew With every dawn, a poem...Read the rest...

I painted portraits of you in my heart till' dark clouds allowed pouring rain to fall washed away paintings hung that fell apart to leave my heart's chamber an empty hall my love for you held portraits that I...Read the rest...

I swear tout de suite, that... My noddle ain't petabyte But just a condign floppy disk. So I could swiftly flush out some memories, And retain only what's necessary. I swear I wanna draft some boundries. As much as I need a...Read the rest...

The mourning dove’s perch coo signals he’s alone: Calling to another as a life-long mate, searching to find a love he can call his own and form a bond so strong it shall not abate. Death cannot these creatures’...Read the rest...