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Lost Smile

Posted in Poems, Sad Poems with tags , , , , , , on September 24, 2013 by Myra's Circle

Losing a smile

Is like losing a friend

Your heart

Your soul

Everything that you once poured

Your entire being into



Lost forever.

And you begin to think

That you’ve got nothing



Lost and Lonely

Posted in Poems, Sad Poems with tags , , , , on July 5, 2013 by Myra's Circle

I’m lost and lonely, with nowhere to go,
Alone and lost there in the snow,
No one quite knows what to do,
I seem to be waiting for some kind of cue.

Give a little to get a little, what else is new?
Nothing goes right for just one of the few,
But everything turns out in the end, right?
Maybe, just maybe, I’ll have to take flight.

I have to fly away from here,
Away from all my friends so dear,
But I’ll be lost and lonely again,
Lost and lonely without any friends.

Who cares for the lost, lonely one?
Who on Earth would be so dumb?
Whoever you are, you must not know,
Who I am or where I’ll go.

But then again, neither do I,
I have no idea where I’ll fly,
Far away, I have to hope,
Somewhere where I will not have to mope.

What do I do?

Posted in Poems with tags , , , , , , on December 1, 2012 by Myra's Circle

What do I do when I’ve lost my way?

Where do I go?

Who do I turn to?

What will I see when I’ve lost my way?

Will it be sinister?

Will it be friendly?

What do I say when I’ve lost my way?

Will it be kind?

Will it be hurtful?

What will I think when I’ve lost my way?

Will I think angrily?

Will I be confused?

What happens when I lose my way?

Do I not really exist?

Will I just sit there and wonder?

I don’t know.

My Words will only Be Blown Away

Posted in Angry Poems, Poems, Sad Poems with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on November 12, 2012 by Myra's Circle

Blown away by the breeze,

Just words,

Sweet words,

Lovely words.

Carried away on cold shoulders,

No words,

Sad words,

Silent words.

Taken away by tears,

Choked words,

Lost words,

Dying words.

Destroyed by one’s own loneliness,

Screamed words,

Cried words,

Dangerous words.

Lost in an abyss of wonder,

Lied words,

Sighed words,

Thoughtless words.

Ruined by death’s last wish,

Dead words,

Dull words,

Scary words.

Attacked by anger’s first touch,

Scarred words,

Marred words,

Wasted words.

But these words,

Last words,

Daring words,

Will only be blown away.

The Dream that Lost

Posted in Hopeful Poems, Poems, Sad Poems with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 24, 2012 by Myra's Circle

I dream of times that don’t exist,

I think there’s something reality missed,

Dark words muttered into my mind’s core,

Until my dreams shout, “NO MORE!”

Evil does not listen to dreams,

But I don’t know; that’s just what it seems,

When words weigh down more heavily,

Dreams feel so silly.

Only a dream so desperate,

Would dream a reality so desolate,

It tried as hard as it dared, no matter the cost,

But sadly, that was the dream that lost.

Dreams never win, evil prevails,

While evil sings darkly, dreams sadly quail,

An evil as dark as time itself,

Will always defeat dreams in all their wealth.

I feel a darkness heavier than most,

An abyss, a large coast,

An evil covered in the coldest frost,

The evilest evil was the dream that lost.

A Trail of War

Posted in Poems, Sad Poems with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on September 27, 2012 by Myra's Circle

Soldiers marched along the trail,

Feeling tireder by the minute,

They all looked a little pale,

Their pain infinite.

Soldiers marched never ending,

A war to go on forever,

Enemies never rending,

A war to stop, never.

A trail of war, a deadly place,

Soldiers’ faces white,

Not a race,

Oh, what a sight!

Everyone wants a piece,

Of the dying soldiers’ screams,

No one forgot at least,

Their sad lost dreams.

Lest we forget, you may say,

But that wasn’t entirely true,

For nobody forgot the day,

That soldiers marched with rue.

Lost in the Road

Posted in Poems with tags , , , , , , , , , on August 30, 2012 by Myra's Circle

I cycled round and round and round,

I pedalled faster, homeward bound,

I tried to find my way back home,

But unsuccessful, unlike some.

Some people have it easy,

Never feel queasy,

‘Bout being lost,

No matter the cost.

And as I rode and rode and rode,

I thought about how I’d been lost in the road.