Lost poems about being or feeling alone. It’s a truth that you can have all the money but if you don’t have anyone to share it with, you have nothing. In our collection of lost poems, poets have expressed their thoughts on need for human companionship at the time of loss or when one feels lonely. Lost and found poems are narrations about losing and finding people or things. One can feel the pangs of sadness in poems on being lost, by associating their lives and getting lost in poetry. Humans born, live lives and finally have to face death. This aspect inspired countless poets to write about man’s mortality. Poetry on loss is about life and death of someone dear. One can cherish different thoughts about death and its effect on living, along with the unique verses on loss of poems.
A fire of passion Burns inside me Eyes twinkle in mischief Longing to explore The bond of unknown. Heart pounds within As the lost soul Awakens the love From pain to delight Of my lively self. The pulse of passion
Reprise from the past, Bringing back missing notes, In my heart laden, Of quote and misquotes. Some are evident of me, Others remind me of a child, A mother’s favorite melody, On go.. or in a mood mild. A song
To be lost in a world of crying confusion; bewilderment, fear and drug induced delusion. The world around you just comes and goes, drifting through fog and dense falling snow. Every beat of your heart sends a dizzying pulse of
(Often wonder at the children neglected, orphaned or left to their devices. And cropped up a poem, on their battles and their victories.) There once lived a little lost lassie… In a small town strewn with people busy. Oft, Unheard,
A thousand ships sail towards sun each one carrying the hope of life each searching for the island of life sails set high, urgency in air cover the maximum ground or drown in the star dust burnt by sun, skin
As I sit here alone with my thoughts and my fears, suffering the consequence of those bought social sneers, I can’t help but embrace the judgement from peers. A reality so true; I’m nothing more than a broken old gear.
Lost Destination I peep through the window: they keep running with the mobiles humming warming up their frozen spirits till the last breath in them. They run every morning on the bank of the lake to be afar from the
Victories out of lost battles… Soundless sighs of unwelcomed past… Past that tried to travel to future… Future of those who were busy… Busy with their lives… Lives they meant by dreams… Dreams out of their sleep… Sleep that never
Alone, sitting on an old recliner Watching the lonely road, That led to my home. Drizzling rain and silent nature added to my Seclusion As my thoughts faded to memoirs, I was thinking about You Decades have passed, since we
Heady times and nearing dusk, A day as any other, As sudden as a storm at sea My beloved is taken! Gone! ……drawn from me with no warning. My world lies desolate and shaken, Consumed by a catastrophe, A world already
Words Stick to my hands, cling to my fingers, hide under my elbow. A trembling poem loses its grip and drops on the sheet. Petrified! Alphabets behave funny these days. Like a mute child with an unbearable stomach-ache. Baffled phrases
Like the cold old mountains And the sorrowful seas Are there, forever, Immobile; souls and minds. I’m lost, Patiently lost. Like the tender fairy wind, Comes with such magnificent swift. Like the roaring river To be absorbed into the lover’s
You know that feeling you get when all has been said; all has been done when you know the good you’ll forget and the fights, the words can’t be undone When that first tentative kiss as tongues crept slowly to
Hidden deep into the stack of memories was my diary, a small pocket book not the usual bulky planner. Yesterday, I stumbled upon it, as I lay on grass and it lay somewhere there, dusting for many a year, waiting
The aisles in my brains Twist into crooked lanes They curve and bend Around corners on end As I think, a bulb flickers on; Proverbially almost. Illuminating the sidewalks Dimly, then brightening up, Then blacking out at the epitome of
Sometimes happy sometimes sad and sometimes just lost in the middle wondering about what life has its plans if I can understand even a little But no matter how hard I try life seem to always out-fly Every attempt I
The lost soldier; He used to be a family’s shoulder Things happened that made him colder And act like a boulder Looking older Than his age Caused by rage And the many phases And stages Of his life The many
Walking with a heavy heart Am I moving from future to past? Those happy colours of life Are they being discoloured by continuos strives? Those frank laughs and talks And those innocent smiles and all Have they become just a
I have no shepherd, so I must go on wanting I lie down in dry and brown pastures of pain I am shipwrecked on high troubled seas My soul is restless, tossed, and torn I’m heading aimlessly up a miserable
Where is my feeling of anticipation Where is my gentle voice of persuasion Where is my rock and my foundation Where is the ease of my frustration Where are your thoughts and your reflection Where is your support and your
After the silence of the pith-black night, I found that last drop of my eyes painted on my uniform, may be it’s time to bid adieu, may be it’s time to say.. In the chaos of multiple serendipities in your
In mangled bodies and severed limbs, the blood gives up its claim. A twisted window blocks the landscape of silvered faces. Nobody talks with the moon. Night burns, the fat floats on the dead mouthings. Death has the foulest taste.
Valley was vast View was the best Sun was about to set For prey, birds search to get Breeze was pleasant Passers were complacent Boys bath at a pool Crows fight like a fool Sun became a lamp Returning home
Its all part of living, We all feel a little lost sometimes… Its hard to comprehend, What the mind confines… Just take a walk, Through the pines… Takes time to know, That which undermines… Don’t be afraid, Of the tangled
Oh my little darling Don’t weep so hard Such a lovely girl you are Adorable little child. I won’t be there hereafter But you shalt not divest love of mother For you have so many mothers of noble fibre I
Alone and unwanted. Unnecessary and useless. Unable to satisfy. In need of replacing. The heat of the moment. Now died down. Left unfeeling. Mind still racing. A touch once hot. The passion now gone. No longer needed. No more devoured.
I saw her sitting at a table for one, her hands were slender as she grabbed a sesame bun, which was stuffed with three inches of smoked turkey, onion, tomato, lettuce and swiss cheese, opening her red-lipsticked mouth with ease,
Everything shattered once and forever They were escaping from ultimate fever The fever of wars and massacres They saw hope waves So surfed blue waves Man lost the jewel and hopes waived Blue said, don’t make me red For hundreds,
I wander in the dark forest Looking, searching For a torchlight Tears glistening in the night The wounds are the sorest Smothered by black leaves Black Mambas coiled around my ankles Hands in shackles Pieces of puzzles stolen by thieves
What human values have we today, Than just seeking a helluva lot of Happiness for the notifications When the virtual defeats reality Am I too in same cage? To forget my Man and Sons and Daughters And care about gadgets
I used to watch bonfires as the coloured fireworks glow I used to paint Elephants, especially the nose I used to play cars, but only on pavements, never the roads I used to watch things going fast but now everything’s
Thoughts before I sleep: Never again will those eyes bore into my soul, Never again will I let those sweet words make me feel whole. Never again will I lose myself in the warmth of that embrace, Never again will
Broken thoughts fell strewed around The dark path winding long ahead Shadows lay at the edge of her feet Each step of hers into an unknown abyss Lost somewhere in the sands of Time Blurred seconds stretched to years Through
Two stars in the sky, Play hide ‘n’ seek with me; One, a little naughty, the other, a little shy. Twinkle, giggle, vanish! They love to play ‘Peek-a-boo…..’ They’re like the ones I bore, But a little closer, a little
Can I dare to dream again of happy moments left afar those moonlit nights those wonderful days, of unseen, unknown love coming my way Those dreams we Shared each little fear we dared Only to be washed away by just
Feet bite down And all around, the roar. Expectations are high Hands reaching for the sky. And yet my heart is still. Feet pounding, resounding Each step a moment in time. A memory begun Beneath the starting gun. And yet
The hardest thing I have ever done was say goodbye to you Reckless words spoken, a desperate act of an unknowing fool Time doesn’t heal all wounds, only those of flesh and bone A broken heart will easily shatter, no
This is a poem of male roads. It starts with an ordinary road made up of daily traffic plus the occasional traveler impulsively joining the regulars. Unlike them he cannot calculate whether or not it is worth such risk. The
Abstraction has become a constant routine. Contemplating not knowing what to do or who to become, had became a life’s affair. Coming up with disparate possibilities on what to do in life, I came up with: Nothing. Nada. Zilch. Zippo.
Oh, you. You with your eyes. A golden brown. A deep forest green. They’re an abyss that I become lost in…repeatedly. You’re my panacea. A serendipity that is beyond lovely. Your presence sends a ripple effect of warmth throughout me.
I look at the empty sky with empty stars, My empty mind with empty thoughts, Empty dreams cascading through empty eyes, Empty emotions extricating out of my empty heart, Empty soul residing in my empty body, Empty tears born out
I am now estranged from everything I once was The very simple things that change because A lover loved someone and then was crossed I sat and cried for hours and something in me now was lost No more sunshine
Music lost, recovered, lost Love lost, recovered, lost Poetry lost, lost, lost even if found Lost in words, words in loss, lost voice Lost embittered passion, seething with lost memories Alzheimer’s child, poetry’s kind upbringing Parentage questioned, orphan of regrets
Worry not you by water bound Or disturb your sleeping state If words, simple nor profound Mark there your resting place For those who look upon this deep This vast, this treacherous, churning ground Who in the bone your memory
your eyes an abridged story of the deep sea – ever silent in the deep so tumultuous, on the surface. on my arid soul-scape you just keep on bubbling and your smiles blanket my lonely shore. people always loved to
Happiness! Happiness! Oh! Happiness! Where are thou? You were with me, when I was in primary school, though I never thought much of you, You followed me to secondary school, there also I didn’t recognize you, You were a friend