Lamentations of Love Lost

A lover is lost in a sea of grief

 

 

 

Author's Note

And again, I thank Rick Puetter for his patience and faithful assistance in helping me improve poems such as this!

Reviews

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Some dreams do crash and burn... very powerful work my friend... you really no how to bring out such intense emotions, in this case sorrow and heartbreak...

Hopes of life are gone, of what I wished to be.
Regretful deeds now shadowed o'er by misery.
Moon's light hidden, dark denies proof of love's gain.
Joy's step forward is now backward pushed by pain.

that verse stood out the most for me.

[Sheila Kline]

Lamentations of Lost Love

Deep at pool's bottom, my lost dead lover lies,
Washed over by regret in hope's ebbing tides.
Where now the friend to this lost and grieving soul?
He is but a shell, frozen o'er by cold.

Passions once blazed hot when spark of love was fed,
But desire squelched and cooled love's embers dead.
Now I seek a spark to light love's hope anew.
Scorched plans cast aside, they having gone askew.

Emotions now quiet, no longer loud and wild.
Purged are soul’s dreams, whether they be bold or mild.
Future hope's drowned by torrents from lost 'morrows.
Dark shrouds form, pressed down further by tear's sorrows.

Hopes of life are gone, of what I wished to be.
Regretful deeds now shadowed o'er by misery.
Moon's light hidden negates proof of sweet love's gain.
Joy's step forward is now backward pushed by pain.

Lamentations of lost love washes now o'er me.
Future's hope cold thus pierced by reality.
Dreams now resting 'midst heartbeat of nevermore.
Alas, soul grieves for joyful plans dead evermore

Sheila, Ms. Lady of Lost Love

[Jetta Zippora]

Gorgeous! The imagery is powerful and vivid, and as I read I can feel every word and phrase jump to life off the page. Greatness, friend. :)

[R J Askew]

Ach, tis sad, but, ever the optimist, even after the loss of love we have to find a way for ourselves. The word 'passion' caught my eye also. I confess, that on the odd occasions when I've found myself in the grip of passion I have always, always felt silly afterwards. I can't stand that abandonment, when the senses drive us on and reason is dumped on his but in the gutter. Of course this means that I am poor material as a lover. But all I have learnt about passion horrifies me. I always feel emotionally and physically shot after a bout of passion and I suspect it makes us more likely to make all kinds of horrible mistakes. Given the choice between calm and passion...

[Helen Crutchett]

Very touching and heartfelt poem. Penned beautifully Sheila,
it was a pleasure to read. ~ Helena

[Jason]

Brilliant. Sad...but truthful and well captured. Excellent work....as always.....:)

[cest la vie]

This is my first read of your poems, and I am sorryto be late.
This is a heartbreaking, beautifully written poem. Simply so well written.
(That Rick has saved me a few times as well,:-))

I enjoyed this and look forward to reading more of your work. Thank you for sharing!!

[Bud]

Nothing compares to the loss of one so loved. Especially when finalized such as in death. There is no second chances or even a mellowing into friendship. The end is just that... no more. Outstanding.

[Jinx's Heart]

Beautiful visceral images of loss and even resentment. I'm speechless. Great writing.

[Ellen Hammond]

You sure do evoke a lot of different emotions in your writes, my friend. This one is so sad, as the future hoped for is dimmed or dead. Grief is a part of the risk of loving but it eventually sets us free to love again. I love the pic you chose for this one too.