Lost Poems

The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster,
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Lost in a world, that scares me to death,
Lost in a crowd, I'm losing my breath.
Lost as a boy, lost as a man,
I need to grow up, don't think I can.
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Lost in the forest, I broke off a dark twig
and lifted its whisper to my thirsty lips:
maybe it was the voice of the rain crying,
a cracked bell, or a torn heart.
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You lose your love for her and then
It is her who is lost,
And then it is both who are lost,
And nothing is ever as perfect as you want it to be.
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I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.
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A door just opened on a street-
I, lost, was passing by-
An instant's width of warmth disclosed
And wealth, and company.
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A stone I died and rose again a plant;
A plant I died and rose an animal;
I died an animal and was born a man.
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Any soul that drank the nectar of your passion was lifted.
From that water of life he is in a state of elation.
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To purses of leather
one lost its skin
One lost its feather
to hats and decors
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When the creation was new and all the stars shone in their first
splendor, the gods held their assembly in the sky and sang
`Oh, the picture of perfection! the joy unalloyed! '
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The heroic stars spending themselves,
Coining their very flesh into bullets for the lost battle,
They must burn out at length like used candles;
And Mother Night will weep in her triumph, taking home her heroes.
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On many an idle day have I grieved over lost time.
But it is never lost, my lord.
Thou hast taken every moment of my life in thine own hands.
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Was there even a cause too lost,
Ever a cause that was lost too long,
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For the dim regions whence my fathers came
My spirit, bondaged by the body, longs.
Words felt, but never heard, my lips would frame;
My soul would sing forgotten jungle songs.
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During the battle of the Somme, France,1916, the British
British sustained 60,000 casualties on the first day.
Torrential rains turned the battlefield into a quagmire.
In one month, the Allies advanced five miles at the
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Strephon kissed me in the spring,
Robin in the fall,
But Colin only looked at me
And never kissed at all.
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I lost the love of heaven above,
I spurned the lust of earth below,
I felt the sweets of fancied love
And hell itself my only foe.
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I can't remember,
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He is the light of our lives.
Through the the day, through
the night. Opening our hearts and
bringing us sight. When we've lost
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I wandered lonely
in a crowd

despite a host
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LOST WITHOUT YOU

I am lost most of the time
I am a host with nobody
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When I lost I lost in you,
By thinking of you,
Glimpsing Your picture,
I lost in you.
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I lost how i used to sing
I lost how i used to dance
I lost how patient i am
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In pulling of time stream
Everything is going away

Buzzing I hear since infancy-
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Lost paradise, lost cities
lost families, lost vivacity;
lost lives, lost children
lost homes, lost unity;
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I Lost Myself so long ago I can barely remember. I Lost Myself so long ago and I'm still not back together.
I've tried to find myself before, but all it did was break me down to the core.
I Lost Myself and it is only getting worse. I Lost Myself and I don't think I can be reversed.
I help people all the time but I can't help myself when I'm not feeling fine.
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Sometimes I wish God will redeem those lost times in our lives;

Silly lost times unhappy during depressive moods
Silly lost time because of insomnia
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i am lost
i am lost in your chaos
the chaos of your beauty
the chaos of your words and thoughts
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The feeling is that which one makes the best use of the senses. Those not using the senses are like the persons who are sleeping with no action to do.

18. living body
The life has no shape whereas the body has shape. Feelings, heart, and absolute knowledge they have one meaning When they mix with the action, it is called the life and there is no soul as such according to Buddha's principle.
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