Lost Love Poems

Love is the eternal saga of the heart that touches the soul of one and lives in the feelings of another. When these tender feelings get lost on the way then life suddenly looks meaningless and gray. It becomes a flower without sunshine or water. But friends it's not the end of the world. Love never dies. It will always live in your heart and in your memories.

Cherish these true feelings of love with our section on lost love poems. The poems on this page speak the tale of lovers who lost their way in the maze of love. Read these poems on the lost love and take a new step for a fresh beginning.

Slow Tears By Martini

I look up
as a tear rolls slowly
down my cheek
I think about better days
and wonder if I'll feel that way again you look at me
with those eyes I know so well
always serious, so deep and insightful
as though you're always in control
But not today
not now

Now you look so scared
like for once you don't have the answer
I gaze at you
looking deep into those hazel eyes
Hoping to understand
why you've said those things you did
I wonder for a moment
if this is all a dream
if I shall wake in the morning
and be relieved
you look at me
with a confusion I have never seen
slowly pull me towards you
and wipe the tears from my cheek

Seek Not My Heart By Kit McCallum

Oh gentle winds 'neath moonlit skies,
Do not you hear my heartfelt cries?

Below the branches, here about,
Do not you sense my fear and doubt?
Side glistening rivers, sparkling streams,
Do not you hear my woeful screams?

Upon the meadows, touched with dew,
Do not you see my hearts a'skew?
Beneath the thousand twinkling stars,
Do not you feel my jagged scars?

Seek not my mournful heart kind breeze,
For you'll not find it 'mongst these trees.

It's scattered 'cross the moonlit skies,
Accompanied by heartfelt sighs.
It's drifting o're the gentle rain,
A symbol of my silent pain.

It's buried 'neath the meadow fair,
Conjoined with all the sorrow there.
It's lost among the stars this night,
Too far to ease my quiet fright.

No gentle winds, seek not my heart,
For simply ... it has torn apart.

My Love Left On A Saturday By Michael Perez

My belt loosens slowly.
Reminders of you stay fresh
in murky ponds of suffocating tadpoles.
Wake me in the morning,
when the sun shines again.
It's frightening when all I know

falls apart.
And all I know is you.
Hunger squeezes me tighter.
My soul sags with exhaustion.
Ashtrays fill with sleepless nights.
Weeping intensifies my anxiety.
Can tomorrow come without you...
here today?
The cheap chandelier falls on my face.
The rose filled lamp explodes in my hands.
Pain is unrecognizable.
All I knew was you.
You, My love.

Lost Love Poems for Her

True Love By kabetu Kenya

Drop a tear,
it releases the fear.
Feel her near,
and tell it to her ear
I'll love you to the end of years.

I Wish I Was There By Jesse Shawano

I wish I was there,
to kiss you Goodnight.
I wish I was there,
to hold you so tight.
I wish I was there,
to gaze into your face.
And wonder why angels,
have come to this place.

I wish I was there,
to talk all night long.
Or sit in the presence,
of the one that I love.
I wish I was there,
to tell you I care.
I wish I was there,
to tell you,
"You captured my heart"
And "You'll always be there."

Sad Lost Love Poems

Lost In A Portrait By Natalie

Faded images reflected through a mirror,
Constant teardrops staining the unfamiliar.
Remembering an angel I once used to be,
Laughter and joy that was stolen from me.

Replacing memories with regrets and sins,
searching for some peace that lays within.
All hope and faith disappearing out of sight,
leaving me stranded from losing this fight.

Lost in a portrait lays a young innocent girl,
Afraid; alone; simply hiding from the world.

Dover Beach by Matthew Arnold

The sea is calm tonight.
The tide is full, the moon lies fair
Upon the straits; on the French coast the light
Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand,
Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Come to the window, sweet is the night air!
Only, from the long line of spray
Where the sea meets the moon-blanched land,
Listen! you hear the grating roar
Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling,
At their return, up the high strand,
Begin, and cease, and then again begin,
With tremulous cadence slow, and bring
The eternal note of sadness in.

Sophocles long ago
Heard it on the Ægæan, and it brought
Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow
Of human misery; we
Find also in the sound a thought,
Hearing it by this distant northern sea.

The Sea of Faith
Was once, too, at the full, and round earth's shore
Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furled.
But now I only hear
Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar,
Retreating, to the breath
Of the night wind, down the vast edges drear
And naked shingles of the world.

Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.