Best Poems About / On LOSS
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Unworthy Light
The aphotic Depths of this Crimson body,
hold no essence deemed illumination,
Shadow upon shadow fight within this bloody body,
At a loss for such brightness, at a loss for such humanity,
I've been consumed by my demons,
Every granule of light fades as it decends,
falling into the blank slate, that is Crimson.
Crimson Love
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Doors
I see some doors open
before me, some behind
near and far
as if I were in a game
in a virtual world.
But there are a lot many
that are closing
behind me without a loss
but with great dignity
as if chances and choices were fewer.
This is a quandary
this transition of pain and regret
nauseating, percolating in through the bones;
but tomorrow, when I'm beyond,
pain, loss and regret would take
new meaning.
Diptesh Augustine Sarkar
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Haiku - 0819 - Glossy Gloss on Time's Etching and Rhyme's Sketching
Time etches gain loss
dotted line stitch-stretched between
Chance's pitch and toss.
Rhyme sketches across
allotted lines, etched as scene's
seen to gather moss.
Interprets, gloss gloss
plots signs, seldom farfetched, clean
cut inklings crisscross
rarely at a loss
for words as syllables glean
hidden meanings, doss
till saint, wretch, Pangloss
or Pandora, come across, wean,
letch purposes cross.
Time mocks Man's dykes, boss
sweeper, commoner, king, queen
verbal candyfloss
From and to dust, schloss
rises falls, [w]alls might-have-been
ex libris embossed.
(18 January 2010)
Jonathan ROBIN
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Ten
Kept it all,
High ball,
Fast fall,
Laugh and love
A loss.
Alas!
Yet keep still the stillness
Of the aftermath mourn
As a patted sun sores
Morning fast
While you raise your head
And breathe.
Hell bound hero
Clamber past post-youth
To the seaside sickness
Of a
Rowing
Rapid
Liveliness of youth,
It's loveliness and
Loss
It's loneliness,
Never felt before,
Never again,
Never since that dead summer
Afternoon.
Back when I wished I was once again
Ten.
(2012)
Samvel Aleksanyan © All Rights Reserved
Sam Aleks
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