"losts" poems
Finding love in an unattractive package
Feels as though love needs to resort to trickery
To satisfy the perverse need to be loved
But, also, to show that everyone needs love
Long losts to almost have
Each attraction star struck and devoted
If there is none
Then there never was and keep moving
Unattractive or not
Love finds a way
cc111711
Nov 22, 2011
Nov 22, 2011 at 11:33 PM UTC
At night when the moon's shimmering glow
takes the cold and fear of darkness away
when fireflies silently guide the way for the losts
when mothers softly dandle their babies to sleep
then let yourself float
wrapped into a warm and sheltering bubble
into a world of impossible possibilties
yet tomorrow to conquer reality again
full of hope.
Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 5:20 PM UTC
I do still remember, our walk,
In every morning and evening,
How very winded path, together we have decided,
Keeping our hand to hand of each other,
Having an embarrassment in together,
Two fresh mind was roaming freely in the air.
How lovely, was my childhood,
filled with the memories of loves and brabbles,
But, why do I love you, in my memories-- so immense?
and why do I still wonder,
That I've lost you forever?
Why the childhood love always losts,
by the increasing age?
why the list of my losing is getting so longer,
And oh! For that I really wonder.
Something must have been changed,
either me or you,
Or may even the time,
But, for that why our love spotted with grime?
We even don't know today, where we are now?
But on your that sorrow,
I had my part also!
In this running life, in an inch of place,
You will never find me again,
And I even may won't search for you, once again!
You are may be doing well.....
and I'm not also bad!
Yet, in the core of my heart,
You are always remembered.
And sometimes, I still wonder,
How I lost you forever?
________ Sougat Dasgupta.
Jun 3, 2018
Jun 3, 2018 at 7:33 AM UTC
apps and adds, digits and notes,
pixels and bites, tweets and blurbs,
pics and clicks, hits and views,
looks and stares, steps and moves,
loves and losts, drops and tears,
lives and smiles, hopes and fears
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 12:28 AM UTC
Thoughts run wild, and words begin to flow,
The more I think, the more it starts to show..
Emotions cause commotion, feelings cause confusion,
I always feel so happy, but is happiness just an illusion??
I hide my true feelings, I never let them out,
It may seem like im open, but im honestly shrouded in doubt..
My mind is so lost, my judgement is unsure,
I do know however that my feelings are pure..
The rain, the snow, the sleet, the wind,
All the storms make me realize once again..
Its a symbol of all the turmoil that loves put me through,
But none of that pain even matters now that I have you..
My uncertainty is my burden, but my blessing too,
Uncertainty proves im human and shows I dnt always know what to do..
The uncertainty makes sense of the oppurtunity,
I know it doesnt make sense but it will, just wait and see..
Life is a risk, its a challenge and a task,
Its gonna take work to make it last..
Thats just like love, yea its true,
Love is a risk between me and you..
We risk rejection, humiliation, judgement and pain,
Even on the brightest day, love can cause rain..
But for you, im willing to endure the storm,
Because in your arms, im safe and warm..
This ended off topic, it losts its path,
But its worth it to me, I hope this next statement lasts..
Love brings happiness, but it also brings pain,
It causes sunshine but it also causes rain..
But in the end, to me its all worth it,
Cuz true love is a gift, and we can endure it..
Once you have love, its worth all the pain,
And now that I have you,
I can stand the rain..
-"QT"-
Nov 21, 2011
Nov 21, 2011 at 10:30 PM UTC
My masquera drips
Onto sticky lips
Colored black and red
They mix with tears of death
And losts breaths
They ran
All my make up
And messy break ups
I can't stand
I'm a broken man
My lipsticks
Hold my head
All my makeup smears
With a womans tears
My face is mirrored
What do I look like now
An unpainted growl
I'm a dog
Beat down
All of my make up
Tears of a clown
Nov 2, 2018
Nov 2, 2018 at 1:35 PM UTC
Where your soul is dismissed
You rely on the truth for finding a reason
To exist, love, hate, and perish
Bones to ashes we become
magnify on the time of losts and gain
How can we live when we're all struggling to breathe?
Truths become lies
Beauty becomes a phase
An illusion to find a reason to smile
And ask ourselves what made us happy while we lived
My understanding of how such a ****** up illusion can be so ugly that it becomes beautiful to indulge in the act of of finding who you are
What's a day when it's always night?
Ask yourself away
By: Leory Santana Dawn
May 12, 2017
May 12, 2017 at 7:05 AM UTC
Life!
Nothing but a walking shadow
partial and wicked with irregularities like the meadows
Pains like a needle in wounds
And non soothing like sounds of no consolation
What is pain other than our lives
What is wound rather than the tears we shed
We may live like this for long
But There's a pause called victory
Like an oasis is differentiate desert from farmland
Hunger from satisfaction
Fruitful from barren
Lack from surplus
A cheap consolation satisfying our expired need and unchanging greed and desire
Life! It is full of miseries like a pack of card with only aces
It takes trillion years to understand the prelude
Another billion years to comprehend the interlude
Years and years roaming on the crossroad of mind
Can't solve the deep puzzle in the drama of life
Is it crossword of our aspirations or destiny?
Or jigsaws of our thoughts,ideas,concept and prospects?
The things we shall never know that is within us
Our strengths and weaknesses
Our ups and downs
Our victories and failures
Our inabilities and abilities
Our losts and profits
Our tears and laughter
Our frown and smiles
Even actions and things we portray
we are ignorant of these in the game of life, defeat may be a consolation
Success may be a Greek gift
Flaws we never create
Dreams we never create
Still revolve around us
Like we are casts in a movie
And the script already written
Ours is to act
'Not minding if it's tragedy or comedy'
Like pinnochio and the host of the Disney
Our mind have been trained to forecast for seasons
But if we try to live other than it
that's treason
That's why people suffer
others feasting
@holythugbaba
Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 8:18 AM UTC
she would miss her children
if she ever admitted they were gone.
dusting shelves still full of trophies
placing fresh daisies on
her daughter’s bedside table.
it’s hard to tell
how long the girl has been gone
the cut flowers uncomfortably alive
with mom’s weekly replacements.
this bouquet is one hundred fifty six.
her dead son’s shoes still peek
from under the bed
by his football and box
of cards which he kept
marking his birthdays,
his loves and his losts.
her only brush with reality
comes with floor hugging sobs
reading historic Hallmark memories
returning each one exactly as
she found them.
the dressers are full of
left behind clothes
neatly and compulsively folded.
the kids never leave if
you never stop taking care of them
and you never have to admit
you’re alone.
Oct 13, 2017
Oct 13, 2017 at 12:18 AM UTC
"
...Tody is soo... special to me...
I fell in love with someone unexpectedly without knowing..
He has beautiful eyes..when he sees me...... i feel shy......
He has bright lips...... his smile .... makes me mad ....
His touch makes me feel warmth..
He gives me happiness when i am sad.....
He brings brightness in my life...
His love is with me... from the time i was born.....
His beauty attracts everyone but he is special to me......
He's everything tht i need in my life....
With his love my life is like a mini heaven ....
This love losts forever and tht love is non another thn....................................
.......
...
..
.
THE SUN...
_Shilha madhuri tanguturi_
Jan 28, 2017
Jan 28, 2017 at 9:17 AM UTC
...It always seems...
that we come to
beginning at the end…
I disagree
we are at a table.
Technically at a table
but more al fresco
than inside...
I do not agree
with your
misuse of metaphor.
What a surprise...
To understand inside
on must understand outside...
No you miss-understand!
Please stop drinking
you are a waterfall in reverse
pouring liqueur down
the pettiness of your throat.
Oh! you spilled again…..
… Gin...i think its more
likely libation
than your crocodile tears
splashing like thorns on our salty dinner table...
You treat our wedlock
like pinata
and keep on swinging
<lifting a glass of sherry>
...the mermaids are singing
the crickets are chirping
can i join in the luminous tunes
under moonscape & street lamps...
i am not sure if the
narrator or the voice
of our disconnect,
is just a bitch or an effaced harpy ...
Monologuing are we?
That was always your problem….
No i was hoping for a liqueur
& well-lit soliloquy
unfortunately
you hearing is
too good & your plates is
too clean.
Never trust a skinny noun
for a lover...
Your using the wrong fork….
No fears,
as my empty
overturned glasses
tremble around us
like our nonexistent children.
Impossibilities
that haunt the spaces of our words
like overcooked spaghetti
...here too our invisible similes
at our
evening repast...
No worries
I was written that way
and you are a miserable lush.
indeed….
not on the menu
but our relationship
is a taco
with not enough lettuce…
I would say there are
losts of green words
missing between us
and echo of your ego
swims in the whiskey.
the beauty of a glass
is its final emptiness;
the difference between
lust and lush is just one letter.
you my dear
never lets the letters
of your alphabets
free to flap
to the porch lights
except for a price...
It might just be the
spaces between
stars and ignorance of moths.
Your ignorance
always steals the narrative
in my fortune cookie.
no desert tonight i guess.
i hate this mistaken table …..
Misspoken...you mean
miserable table!!!
your reflection my dear
will always reflect
in waxy wood rings….
returning to where
we first met
making one
want to drink
deeply the forgetful draught
from the Styx
my cold little-sphinx.
Jul 16, 2018
Jul 16, 2018 at 1:53 PM UTC
You have gone million light-years away
Time waved last farewell with the aeons
The white nightingale sung his song before its
tender voice to be gone forever
The seven moons' light shall be gone
by the end of the twenty years of night
The ninth suns soon shall be awaken
From silver-silk slumber
One by one they'll rise and shine
Thirteen urns for the Forsaken
For each of them -
A single tear covered with thorny pain
and ugly emotions.
Let the rain wash away everything else
Until it fades
Until your memories losts its satin shade
Time has lost its beauty
No one recalls
Birds have flown away
Searching for a new home to stay
Forests seems so hollow now
moons are no longer shining in the night
Even the ninth suns could not warm your soul,
nor your heart
They've lost its halos as they rose
You slipped away
Drown in the ocean,
I could not hold you back,
You decided to disappear
Where have you gone?
I should've hold you tight.
After twenty million light-years
My longing is still the same
I wish I could see you again
Dec 10, 2018
Dec 10, 2018 at 1:24 PM UTC
I know it's early to judge
but this lifetime seems to be
the one
where I get to meet all the past loves
losts foes
in once and all, it's like a
curtain call
one walks in, we clap
next!
wait I didn't quite-
next!
repeat that please I'm not over yet
there must've been a story
and behind each, many
but I fell asleep and I forgot
for me it's this one night
one night only
plot? only bows and poses
and when I'm lucky, a brief glimpse
of what could have been
can be seen behind the red velvet
I throw roses, try to catch a glance
a home
anything but a dead end
but it's not meant to be, no room for
not this time around
"partner in crime"
"twin flames"
all or nothing, told the Playbill
I miss you i miss you you you all still
"best friend"
"soulmates"
yesterday left the last train for closure
need to wait two light years more for our future
for the price of you all it all just
breaks "This must be fate"
"I get you"
and the play is through
I know we've done this before
cheers!
the last bow leads to a
roaring applause
I get my heart signed after the show
it too plays its part
knows it's not enough
and I too know, I know
lights out
end this round I want to go home
Nov 25, 2019
Nov 25, 2019 at 8:56 PM UTC
Is it your eyes that caught my heart?
Or is it the way that you smile, when our conversation starts?
Is it the way that you move and sway?
Or is it the moments where you complete my day?
Is it your childish mind, that losts tract of time?
Or is it my urge to want you to be mine?
Is it the way how your face says Hi?
Through adversity, that look never dies.
There are many things that i remember,
From the unexplainable thing to these minute details.
From how you flip your gorgeous hair,
Or how you love to connect to life with stories to share.
I am humbled to be in your presence,
You give meaning to things that does not make sense.
Like how you made sense to my nonsense being,
Oh, I am so glad for all the things that you are doing.
Times pass by, yet it seems too slow,
We have known each other not too long ago.
Yet it feels like we are old friends,
And you know what this will not end.
I remember you in every morning, with each sun rays,
And these moments I will keep, until that very day.
Where you and I will meet again,
Because in my future you will forever remain.
Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 9:10 AM UTC
(20 minute poetry)
Misery
all about me,
signs of misery
it
must be Tuesday
cheers.
Lost in a long list of losts
I make a longer list of things
to be done
but
I run from the memory
only to bump into misery
down
on the underground line.
cheers.
one day closer to being no nearer
what do we do it for?
we do it anyway
every day
and some say
Tuesday bears none of
the blame,
all the same it's still ****** misery
stuck here with the memory
of Summer
that's still yet to be.
Mar 28, 2017
Mar 28, 2017 at 1:18 AM UTC