Lost belonging

spilleronsheet

To the lost 

childhood of times 

dangling under the blue sky 

streets filled with chaos 

yet calmness resides inside 

to the lost 

weary unkind 

often questioning the mind 

how can kids run unrestrained 

what happiness surrounds them inside 

to the lost 

childhood 

holding adult outside 

we lost the most precious of time 

often to the running time 

grow up and progress 

behave yourselves 

those were the words heard outside

to the lost 

innocence holding inside 
how to enjoy the worldly pleasures 

the mind seems chaotic inside 

wondering about uncertainties in life 

to the lost 

happiness without reason 

why it chose the reasonable wisdom 

to be only saddened with grief

what seems good in growing up

what seems empowered to hold papers 

papers in green 

stuffed in pocket inside 

alas it can’t buy the lost time 

  • Author: spilleronsheet (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 13th, 2021 00:50
  • Comment from author about the poem: In the chaos In the grief We forgot how we were once upon a time Hope at times One can stop And look back at happy times
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 48
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  • Lauretta13

    I really like your word choice

    • spilleronsheet

      Thank you so much
      It’s a first piece
      I was still confused over my emotions
      So they went like waves
      Without a definite core
      But I will surely refine it
      I liked your emotions in the poetry
      They were so pure
      And so touching

      • Lauretta13

        It's not a problem, I couldn't even tell that it was a first

      • L. B. Mek

        although it still has more potential for refinement, this is a wonderful read..
        and its timeless message is one that offers both insight, and a subtle suggestion to a hopeful path,
        (Time, in all we've lost
        where we may, reclaim
        that, which they stole
        in the guise of care..)
        love these lines:
        'those, were the words
        heard outside
        to the lost
        innocence, holding inside
        how to enjoy,
        the worldly pleasures?
        the mind
        seems chaotic inside
        wondering about uncertainties in life

        to the lost
        happiness, without reason
        why it chose the reasonable wisdom, to be only saddened
        with grief

        what seems good in growing up
        what seems empowered
        to hold papers, papers in green
        stuffed in pocket inside

        alas, it can’t buy
        the lost time'
        (thanks for sharing
        you have wonderful style and a strong poetic voice,
        I look forward to reading more of your work)

        • spilleronsheet

          Thank you so much dear poet, you indeed is the best critic
          Kindly keep guiding me in future too…it was my first poetry…thank you so much for seeing potential in me…indeed time lost can’t be reclaimed again



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