The Teardrop Melody
Written; June 16, 2023
Teardrop Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
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Teardrops cascade in a symphony of sorrow.
A river of emotions that knows no tomorrow
Each drop is a testament to a soulful lament.
As heartache and anguish refuse to relent.
In the realm of solitude and grace,
I bear the weight of teardrops on my face.
Akin to tiny diamonds, they cascade,
A testament to the memories we've made.
Each line on my face tells a story untold.
Of laughter and joy, of lessons unfold.
The weight of time is heavy on my brow.
Yet within its grasp, I find solace somehow.
Hot, as a burning flame, it falls from a weary eye,
Carrying the weight of a thousand silent cries.
A symphony of pain sings as it descends.
A haunting melody that never truly ends
Droplets fell, like wax, down a candle.
Pooling lakes of shimmering delight,
As the flame blazed, twirling with no handle,
The wax poured into my fire was bright.
Oh, how it flickered and danced with grace!
A mesmerizing sight, a fiery embrace
But as the wax melted, dripped, and flowed,
My fire within slowly eroded.
Resuscitation awoke a phoenix in me.
With fiery feathers, I rose with glee.
From the embers, I emerged anew.
With strength and purpose, my spirit grew.
A kaleidoscope of colors embraced my sight.
From dawn's golden hues to twilight's night.
Creatures of all kinds danced in harmony.
In this grand theater, life's menagerie
Above the beeswax, a soul takes flight.
To soar above the smoke into the light.
With wings of grace and feathers of gold,
In search of secrets yet to unfold.
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