Lost Poems | Poems For When You Feel Lost In This Big World


    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.

    Lost as a person, can’t find my way.
    Lost in life, every day.
    Lost in worry, who am I?
    All my life, I’ve lived a lie.

    Lost to kindness, lost to love,
    Lost in a sky, like a new-born dove.
    Lost in thought, which I shouldn’t do,
    It winds me up, I can’t get through.

    Lost to comfort, all kind words,
    Lost to advice, it isn’t heard.
    Lost to those who really care,
    All these people, always there.

    Lost in me, I need a break,
    Lost in wonder, which road to take?
    Lost in a place I don’t know well,
    Where are you now? There’s no one to tell.

    Lost here, all alone,
    Lost apart from the mobile phone.
    Lost still, there are no calls.
    I’m struggling alone, to break these walls.

    Lost in mind, lost in soul,
    Lost memories, they’re just a hole.
    Lost family, lost mate,
    Gone now, yet I’m full of hate.

    Lost in a straight world, and I am gay,
    Lost now, for what to say,
    Lost in boredom, think I’ll leave.
    There’s a lot in life I need to achieve.

    The Epic Stars Poem by Robinson Jeffers

    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.
    There is the stuff for an epic poem-
    This magnificent raid at the heart of darkness, this lost battle-
    We don’t know enough, we’ll never know.
    Oh happy Homer, taking the stars and the Gods for granted.

    Any Soul That Drank The Nectar Poem by Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

    Any soul that drank the nectar of your passion was lifted.
    From that water of life he is in a state of elation.
    Death came, smelled me, and sensed your fragrance instead.
    From then on, death lost all hope of me.

    Fauna’s Lost And Found! Poem by s.zaynab kamoonpury

    To purses of leather
    one lost its skin
    One lost its feather
    to hats and decors
    Another lost its fur
    to those mink coats
    One lost its tooth
    to ivory bangles gosh!

    Many lost their lives
    to heartless hunters
    Not only are they
    on animal property encroaching
    They are selfishly and greedily
    also poaching
    Alas! Alas! Alas!
    Woe to that cut throat
    fine and fancy fur coat
    They lost it all to ruthless
    merciless, thoughtless poachers
    And even if this lost was found later
    and confiscated by officers
    Still how do you restore
    this lost and found
    to their rightful owners?
    How do you return a severed tusk to the elephant?
    Fur to the lynx cat?
    Skinned skins to the python?
    Or ripped feathers to the peacock?
    And how do you restore life
    to the poor dead fauna
    As long as poaching is rife
    Relax not in beach or sauna.

    Peep through binoculars
    instead of through guns
    Shoot ’em’ with cameras
    instead of weapons
    O’ hunters shun hunting
    with darned shotguns!

    A Door Just Opened On A Street Poem by Emily Dickinson

    A door just opened on a street-
    I, lost, was passing by-
    An instant’s width of warmth disclosed
    And wealth, and company.

    The door as sudden shut, and I,
    I, lost, was passing by,-
    Lost doubly, but by contrast most,
    Enlightening misery.

    And Nothing Is Ever As You Want It To Be Poem by Brian Patten

    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.

    In a very ordinary world
    A most extraordinary pain mingles with the small routines,
    The loss seems huge and yet
    Nothing can be pinned down or fully explained.

    You are afraid.
    If you found the perfect love
    It would scald your hands,
    Rip the skin from your nerves,
    Cause havoc with a computered heart.

    You lose your love for her and then it is her who is lost.
    You tried not to hurt and yet
    Everything you touched became a wound.
    You tried to mend what cannot be mended,
    You tried, neither foolish nor clumsy,
    To rescue what cannot be rescued.

    You failed,
    And now she is elsewhere
    And her night and your night
    Are both utterly drained.

    How easy it would be
    If love could be brought home like a lost kitten
    Or gathered in like strawberries,
    How lovely it would be;
    But nothing is ever as perfect as you want it to be.

    I Am Not Yours Poem by Sara Teasdale

    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.

    You love me, and I find you still
    A spirit beautiful and bright,
    Yet I am I, who long to be
    Lost as a light is lost in light.

    Oh plunge me deep in love- put out
    My senses, leave me deaf and blind,
    Swept by the tempest of your love,
    A taper in a rushing wind.

    One Art Poem by Elizabeth Bishop

    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,

    Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
    of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
    The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

    Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
    places, and names, and where it was you meant
    to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

    I lost my mother’s watch. And look! my last, or
    next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
    The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

    I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
    some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
    I miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster.

    – Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
    I love) I shan’t have lied. It’s evident
    the art of losing’s not too hard to master
    though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.