Lost love Poems
110. Lukewarm
by Kea Campbell
The lake plays with twilight, seeping amber and rose,
it paints a faint reflection before the dark of night grows.
Your fingers brush near mine, steady and hushed,
beneath the slow fading light, folding time leisurely, not rushed.
Windows rolled down, our music sweeping through the streets,
carrying the laughter and words we were too nervous to speak.
You harmonized to my melody, two lives syncretic-ally strummed,
Every refrain folded us closer into our own world of young love.
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109. Hung Up
by Kea Campbell
I drank the molten gold of dawn, the scent of sunburnt cedar slow and deep.
Your name a whispered latticework, weaving through the marrow of my sleep.
I folded it inside the clefts where secrets rot and angels weep.
And wore it like a savage bloom, thriving where the broken keep.
You smiled and twilight thickened, thick as honey spilled in dusk’s soft cave.
A quiet pulse beneath my ribs, a tether forged from what I crave.
The air dripped ripe with bruised peaches, heavy in the slow decay.
While shadows breathed in fractured light, tangled in the frayed ballet.
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...Voiceless...
by Besa Dede
You said "I'll meet you
On a Sunday afternoon"
Exalted like a happy child, for this encountering I was.
Neatly I brushed my hair
And put on the ribbon you so much like.
I changed into my flowery black and white dress,
The black and white dress you bought for me.
The kohl pencil underlined my excited eyes
-they were eager to see you.
Playfully the lipstick kissed my lips,
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Sonnet 1: Lost Love In The Shadows
by Christen Kuikoua
In distant realms where love's elusive gleams,
I search for traces of what once was true.
A love untamed, lost in forgotten dreams,
A flame once bright, now dimmed and misconstrued.
The path to find this love, wrought with despair,
Obscured by veils of time and circumstance.
Yet in my heart, a flicker, ever aware,
A yearning to rekindle love's expanse.
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A Last Tribute -01
by Subhas Chandra Chakra
Once upon a time, dear
This day, every year
Made me bathe in tear-
As it came so near.
At a pretty little past
Although it'd be the last,
For things fade so fast
't was day of my heart.
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110. Lukewarm
by Kea Campbell
The lake plays with twilight, seeping amber and rose,
it paints a faint reflection before the dark of night grows.
Your fingers brush near mine, steady and hushed,
beneath the slow fading light, folding time leisurely, not rushed.
Windows rolled down, our music sweeping through the streets,
carrying the laughter and words we were too nervous to speak.
You harmonized to my melody, two lives syncretic-ally strummed,
Every refrain folded us closer into our own world of young love.
......
109. Hung Up
by Kea Campbell
I drank the molten gold of dawn, the scent of sunburnt cedar slow and deep.
Your name a whispered latticework, weaving through the marrow of my sleep.
I folded it inside the clefts where secrets rot and angels weep.
And wore it like a savage bloom, thriving where the broken keep.
You smiled and twilight thickened, thick as honey spilled in dusk’s soft cave.
A quiet pulse beneath my ribs, a tether forged from what I crave.
The air dripped ripe with bruised peaches, heavy in the slow decay.
While shadows breathed in fractured light, tangled in the frayed ballet.
......
Ink Depleted, Love Remains
by Aditi Hayaran
The colour I always picked was you,
Making everything gorgeous—
that's your hue
That was consuming fast.
In my book, you,
the colour which dominates the vast.
Never knew,
the ink was getting low and low,
The marker was getting faint and slow.
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Vergeten
by Mario Odekerken
De dagen glijden stil voorbij,
als schimmen in een vale rij.
De tijd die alle wonden heelt,
heeft nog niet wat jij was,gestreeld.
Juist als ik jou begin te vergeten,
denk ik aan jou--
een geur,een blik,een oude schouw.
Een lied waait langs,een zachte toon,
en plots ben jij weer niet meer gewoon.
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Tina , Written in the Stars
by Clint mcintosh
"Tina, Written in the Stars"
I still hear your voice in the hush between days,
like wind through the trees or a soul that still stays.
You were never just here—you were part of the skies,
a fire in the dark, a forever in my eyes.
Tina, your love was a truth etched in bone,
the kind the universe carves into stone.
They took your breath, but not your flame,
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