Shed A Tear
Within debilitating heartache you shed a tear
The loss of a loved one that you hold so dear
Gone is the that one love you once held so near
Memories overcome you as you shed a tear
Seeking inner strength that no longer is clear
Overcome by all these emotions that appear
Consumed by the sorrow and pain so severe
Suddenly overcome by grief you shed a tear
Praying for inner strength to adhere
Hoping that time will heal and endear
Fearfully your near future is so unclear
You quietly and solemnly shed a tear
Releasing all inner sorrow as you shed a tear
Letting go of the uncertainty causing you fear
Becoming aware of your feelings so sincere
In your loneliness you privately shed a tear
Tear the Heart and Teach the Soul
Through all our lives we seek control
Darkness held at arms' length
Striving with our bitter strength
Forcing madness to submit to sense
To rein our Animus to governance
Though it resists, to try our will
Against its roil we set our minds
Lest we perceive what it divines
The razored truths it seeks and finds
The lessons it would give us still
That tear the heart and teach the soul.
Life eats life
As so it goes, without restraint
Necessity absorbs the spreading taint
That all must bear, the cost of life
Paid with death, born of strife
We are the ends of one another
As we destroy we must create
As we discover, much too late
Sister to Sister, Brother to Brother
This. The shared edge of the knife.
Fear is like a tear, it rolls down into a pail, it fills with so much, it overflows causing much fear.
Fear can cloud our mind, make us do things that we would never do with a clear mind.
Fear not the tears, fear the last days of life, the ones that make our story bright.
Fear can cause change, it can make others do things they might regret, making us think how did we get here.
Fear not the tears, fear the last day on earth, the ones that we carry forward to our ever-loving life.
Fear is like a power, it can cause change, it can cause positive and negative, it can make the changes that last forever.
Fear of being dull, fear of being lost, fear of being poor, fear of many issues, can lead us to decisions that cause us to feel shocked and sad, leaving us with scars that last forever.
So let go of your fear, and replace it with ways that heal, heal all your sad and be glad that you can see a new way out of the fear.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
Rain on my window
Each silver tear tells a tale
Only silence knows
Every mother's prayer calls home
in this hut
morning smoke billows upwards
holes in the door and roof gasp
a mother's tear-streaked face
over the burning coals
empty clay pot
who will provide enough food
today?
Ahead, the wet dust on the paths
it's hard to tell whether it was last night's rain
or a drop of blood
but the remnants of water on the road
and the remnants of light in the vision
seep into the womb
becoming pus and blood.
Children fall asleep listening to stories
now they rub their eyes
to ponder
that there is no more fairyland
no wind
to carry them away
and if they try to stand
their heads hit the black sky
their eyes burn
their hands burn
their stomachs burn
are they roasting themselves?
A voice rises up
is it from the sea?
from the valley?
from the mountains?
from the storm?
from the wailing of many voices?
it continued to soar into the sky,
but in the trees,
the branches
and leaves remained motionless.
Smoke swirled like any other day,
only the mother slowly lifted her face,
tears streaming for a moment,
and the children peeked out again
—and again.
Atambua—Indonesia, July 9, 2026
Header Note
Sponsor: sotto Poet
Poetry Contest Theme : Issa Kobayashi Inspired Poetry Contest
Haiku about a small drop of water creating a big change
Date of Submission: July,10 ,2026
CHERRY PETAL FALLS
Cherry petal falls
One drop catches morning light
Tears turn into joy
You ask me where my teardrops go.
That’s something I shall never know.
I never shed them and here’s why;
Dad always says big boys don’t cry.
(To be sang to the tune of:
"I'm A Little Teapot" - nursery rhyme.)
I'm a little tear drop
Clear and round.
I'm filled with the thoughts no voices sound.
I can be of sorrow, laughter, fears.
Watch... me fall while I scream cheers!
I'm a little tear drop
Clear and round.
Where do I go when I splash down?
It is not a mystery to be solved.
I dis...appear when I disolve!
Contest: where Do Teardrops Go
Sponsor: John Lawless
"...You have collected all my tears in a bottle..."
Bible-Psalms 56:8, NLT.
I know where teardrops go,
Because the Bible tells me so.
Like all the rivers that run to the sea,
Tears also need a place to be free.
Sometimes, our tears may flow gently;
Other times, like white water rapids; Rapidly.
A tear drop is like a letter in a language.
Those tears are flowing with a message.
They are speaking to any who will listen.
Although tears may dry or be wiped away,
There is a refuge place where they may stay.
With his love, God puts our tears in a botttle.
He was a charming gentleman and a much liked Prime Minister,
But suddenly insults hurled by the score, some hurtful, some sinister,
Wow, public's choice looks like mickey mouse,
Should be polished, talk well, not slouch,
Burnham watch out, politicians can read you well within global perimeters.
You talk a lot Andy, say things people want to hear,
It upsets me when I hear slogans that merely smear,
Starmer’s ego, hurt with each jeer,
And Mrs Starmer who shed a tear,
Don’t be too smug, many in 10 downing, want your cheer.
Know its not the age
but the mileage that adds up
and ruins resale.
It’s a bitter truth.
An unwelcome truth.
A truth I never planned to confess.
But I’m a poet; I wrap my truths in velvet and let the articulation slice through the cage of my heart.
The crimson silk of my soul calls out to the unknown desire of a reality.
The oxygen dances around my lungs, smelling of a sin feigning salvation.
I can hear the rain pounding the roof; the destructive harmony of the Earth’s rage.
I can hear the song of my mind; the silence of a fading essence.
I can feel the unanswered sleeping on the surface of my skin.
I wear my beauty to punish the desire that drips down their tongues.
I wear your reflection like a consequence of my serene, vain existence.
I wear my rage like a second layer of flesh, twirling down to my fingertips.
The print presses against the paper; a unique, personal interpretation of my bodily practicalities.
Written on the curved lines of my print are the words of my very being.
A moon’s craters illuminated by the dying void of my own celestial crumble.
A lone tear trickles down her tender cheek
Abashed, she blushes, as is her wont
The tear removed, her duress concealed
in her heart, a rift revealed
Deep in her chambers, something’s amiss
Though the hearth is ablaze and the table’s just so
Who is to say what triggers emotions
of angels who dwell at edges of oceans
tear wells in sad eye,
gathers weight, until it spills
glistening down cheek
the grief bestowed, now on show
is shed in drops, letting go
for every bomb dropped, a thousand stars cry tear lights ~ for reblooming earth
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Sponsor : Tania Kitchin : Standard Contest
Contest : Monoku : PLACING: SECOND
8.1.26
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