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He lost his way, he knows not when.
Chasing false idols he mistook for men.
He'd lose the child, if he only knew then -
He'd find a way to be a man again.
Mahta Nov 6
With a boat made of hope
I'll go sailing
In the search of love
If my heart gets wrecked and crushed
From the storm of empty promises
I'll bury it in the depth of my chest
like treasures from a shipwreck
For you to find it and peace it back together
LadyM Aug 2022
I've been dragged away
from the edge of the water,
even though I wanted to jump right in

I'd been only swimming
in the shallow corners,
almost learned to let go
and give in

Give in to the waves
let them pull me further from the shore
Give in to the tide,
hear the ocean roar

But something happened then
and I lost my sight of how and when
For a minute I closed my eyes,
thought I was lost at sea,
but when I looked around
there was no water to be seen

Just like someone
came and took my hand
and pulled me far away
off to dry lands

Felt like memory loss,
tried but couldn't remember
why my feet were still so wet
when I was in the centre
of the forest splendour

And sometimes I recall
the memories of the time
when I almost had it all

I was getting so close,
could barely believe
that I had found the purpose of my reality

But not everything works out
Lost sight of my true silhouette
My head has been dry for so long,
but my feet are still wet

Out of place
Out of my mind
Lost in the woods
Lost track of time
Take me back
Now I recall
why my feet are still wet
I can still have it all

I'll drag myself back
to the edge of the water
and jump right in like I was meant to

I'll be swimming away
into the deep end
Giving in to the waves
Giving in to the tide
Giving in to the voices that I've kept inside

My feet are still wet
and now I know why
A song (with a melody in mind) that I've written tonight. 🎵 For months I've felt like I was losing myself more each day. Fading... I've been feeling completely lost - like my life is going but I'm not really in it. Or not meant to be in it in this way. Out of place - this has been my most common thought. With my last poem published on this page in 2019, I've indeed lost touch with who I am. And after today's major breakdown, I finally know why I've been feeling so lost - because I keep trying to be someone who I am not. I am a songwriter, I knew this since I was 10. I wish I'd never let it slip away. But I want to get back. I know it will take time and practice to pick up a lost dream, but if I continue being who I am not, I will lose myself completely.
Zack Ripley Jun 2020
it's scary being lost.
Feeling lost. Alone.
So cold, you can feel it in your bones.
But the thing about being lost,
You can always be found.
Found by a person. By faith.
You can even find yourself.
If you're out there,
And you want to be found,
If you're READY to be found,
Call out your name.
Someone who can help
Will listen for the sound
Shruti Atri May 2020
I could devour your heart
But I chose to hold it with care
Like soft petals, velveteen in my mind

I could scare you to death
But I chose to hide all that I'm made of
Like sharp daggers, wrapped in silken scarves

I could shatter your grip on reality
But I chose to respect your sanity
Like silent truths, hidden in stories untold

See my gritted teeth of sincere control
Notice my disquiet eyes aflame with agony
And don't ignore my scars from wearing another skin

It's been too long, way too long
I close my eyes and breathe in slowly,
It feels alien, other-ly--

A warmth washes over me...
'I made it this far...'
Iljano lepelblad Aug 2018
How i walked on a paved road so long,
I watched myself fall and stand.
I lost my mind, my focus.
Just to find it once more,
Find hope,
Find myself..
Just to display,
A happier ending,
A reason..

To keep trying, to never give up...

It was the best.
It was the greatest.
Find something to keep you up.
To keep you going.

To just find a note in your heart,
Keep going....
#lostandfound #hope #happienes
Payton Hayes Jun 2018
I knew what you
                          were from
    the very beginning.
I saw you from a
                 different angle.
All the others saw a sleek and slender form.
Thin bones that were jam-packed with dreams.
When I looked your way,
I saw
myself,
misunderstood, and
wandering. Lost.
But the way your eyes lit up when you saw me-it
was enough to let me know that
I had
been
found.
Softie Apr 2018
Lost and found
An empty body
A foreign box
Three Items

Smiles and laughter in a jar
“You need to please them”
Without smiles
They don’t waver
Without laughter
They don’t fall
I can’t make a sound

A gold heart wrapped in bubble wrap
“You need to show them”
Sincere kindness
So hard to find
“Are you okay”
I’m sick of it

A pool of tears on loose
“Those are happy tears”
The sky has the freedom
To let it all out
But why can’t I

The empty body
“Change it”
Smiles and laughter
The body was empty without a soul, thus the laughter. The smiles are kept in a jar because you lose them so easily.
-
Gold heart
People nowadays are so inconsiderate and ruthless towards plants, animals and even their own species, therefore the gold heart. Wrapped in bubble wrap as it breaks so easily.
-
Pool of tears
Sometimes letting it out makes everything better. On loose because it always comes by and it doesn’t need to be carefully stored due to the continuous supply of tears.
-
The last line of each stands forms a quote: I can’t make a sound. I’m sick of it. But why can’t I change it?
b e mccomb Apr 2018
there are thousands of things
i want to say and i can't
find even one way
to say one thing

so sometimes i tamp
them down and mix
them with syrupy sweet
sludge in my mug

and other times i remember
bits and pieces of them and
write them on scraps of paper
and abandon them

lost and found
whatever is shoved
into the bottom of that
cardboard box

was only lost
never found

nobody knows where
they come from or
where they will go
after the lost and found

lost and found
waiting
the miscellaneous
and i
copyright 4/2/18 b. e. mccomb
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