Wayward Love Poems To Lost Lovers

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Aubade Sydney Australia

I closed the door
ever so faintly

only for it
to roar open

“you didn’t have to
leave like that

—you forgot
your phone dick!”

 

[Broken_paladin]

does your mind ever drift to the moments we shared?
though doomed from the beginning bravely we dared..
feelings so deep caused cold hearts to thaw
ripped from my chest left broken and raw
With each vestige of you deeper I fall
return here each morrow and wait for your call
my soul will not rest till I have given my all..

I miss you so much my lover my friend
I scream at the dark "girl where have you gone?"

 

[Broken_paladin]

rambling thoughts..

hollow and empty,
a void without end,
no color, no sound,
a myst always rolling with no solid ground.
lost in my thoughts even while others around.
yearning for magic and wonders untold
walk with me softly as mysteries unfold.
so long we have waited as our hunger grows cold,
find a soul that will make us brighter and bold.
a whisper in darkness its echo
unheard
tired, exhausted and still all alone
holding tight to a dream and a promise of more,
a connection to someone I feel in my core.
tell me your secrets, your needs and your wants,
show me there is more than whats there to behold,
be more than the pictures, the likes and the quotes,
bare me the burden of knowing your heart, your thoughts and your soul.
lonely and waiting for a fire to ignite
wanting for someone to to be part of my life

 

[Lyricalli]

Laid it all on the line when I
overestimated your commitment to
veracity. Even now, there are
echoes of words and
reassurances I ache to believe.

Yet, your stories are varied as a choose-your-
own adventure, with the truth
unknown. Maybe even to you.

Listening to your confessions of cowardice
in sincere-sounding tones, I begin to
experience something worse than anger: the profound
disappointment of losing who you were to me.

I'm still reeling from the lies
spread around with such generosity,
you're a gift that just keeps giving,
with no way to get over you, though
the light you cast has dimmed,
my universe a little less bright,
all the faith that I held is tattered
and fading.

Even my dreams are no escape from pain.

 

[XShadynzX]

Sometimes I catch myself
Thinking thoughts that I had put behind me
Only to remember why they are in the past
Perhaps, one day they will no longer be there

 

[Hotcoffee123]

Washington, D.C.

What does wet mean to you?
she asked as she sat
on the steps

of the Capitol, legs
drawn up so that
she exposed the backs of her thighs.

I was trying not to stare,
but I noticed the damp
at the crux of her shorts

and she probably noticed how my jeans
tightened as well and then she took
my hand.

My crotch hurt all the way
across the mall until
we finally closed the door to our room.

Wow!

 

[Hotcoffee123]

My heart feels absurd
My tears wont end
Why wont you say hello
My lost and dear friend
I just miss you
and there is nothing I can do
I’ll keep writing poems until my heart feels a new

 

[Lyricalli]

Grief, Love, and Rock and Roll


Soon, I'll be at the concert
and they'll play the song
that made you call
just because it was coming through
your radio speakers for the first time
so far away from me

There's never going to be a time
when I can separate that memory
as those first chords ring through
the speakers

It's those moments that remind
of both kinds of heartache:

the chest-expanding, could I possibly love you more,
oh yes I can, let me make more room

and

the twisting pain of loss, when you split
my ribcage, and tried to take back
the part of me tattooed with you

Sometimes, I'm still in awe
of how you allowed yourself to love
the way it eventually fell
so easily from your lips
those sounds I've missed
since you retreated behind your wall

The band will play that song,
and once more, I'll wonder if you remember
which one
because I've learned that sentiment
over such things isn't something you keep
a place for in your memory
and the crowd will sing along
jumping, pumping fists into the air

I'll join in
of course

right after I hear the ringing
of the phone
and your voice
eager as a little kid
"hey, listen to this!"

 

[Hotcoffee123]

Oh my God

Grief, Love, and Rock and Roll


Soon, I'll be at the concert
and they'll play the song
that made you call
just because it was coming through
your radio speakers for the first time
so far away from me

There's never going to be a time
when I can separate that memory
as those first chords ring through
the speakers

It's those moments that remind
of both kinds of heartache:

the chest-expanding, could I possibly love you more,
oh yes I can, let me make more room

and

the twisting pain of loss, when you split
my ribcage, and tried to take back
the part of me tattooed with you

Sometimes, I'm still in awe
of how you allowed yourself to love
the way it eventually fell
so easily from your lips
those sounds I've missed
since you retreated behind your wall

The band will play that song,
and once more, I'll wonder if you remember
which one
because I've learned that sentiment
over such things isn't something you keep
a place for in your memory
and the crowd will sing along
jumping, pumping fists into the air

I'll join in
of course

right after I hear the ringing
of the phone
and your voice
eager as a little kid
"hey, listen to this!"

Oh my God! My heart!

 

[Indie_Astronaut]

It's a conflict I face everyday
and it's why I'm so bitter.
January to december.
Spring until the winter.

I leap into the void until
I stop at a break neck speed.
I find my beating heart in
the Ozarks amongst the trees.

But it no longer belongs to me because
they won't let it go.
Should I ask, beg, cry or plead?
I don't really know.

I have time for one more thing.
I sell Satan my soul.
I wipe the sleep from my eyes.
I sit up and I clear my throat.

It's a conflict I face everyday
and it's why I'm so bitter.
January to december.
Spring until the winter....

 

[Lyricalli]

I remember when you wrote
to me about your clumsy words
and how they were always honest

Since I never saw them
as very clumsy
it only follows that they
didn't contain
the honesty you promised

More fool me, I guess
that I believed they meant
more than the next shiny object
and the next

We'll pretend, again
that this time is different
even though I'm ticking off the checklist
of your typical bullshit