The Teardrop Melody

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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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Vijay Pandit

Date: 6/17/2023 5:28:00 AM

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--so well said, my friend.

Speaks Volumes

Date: 6/16/2023 7:41:00 PM

See, I knew you had a reason, I not only am I entertained, I learn from you also. Thanks SP (lol just had to change the ir into a P ~~ Old habbits :) ) Have a nice weekend.

Speaks Volumes

Date: 6/16/2023 6:06:00 PM

In your case my friend, a word tells a thousand pictures. A flowing poem easy reading and imagery that flashed through ones thoughts as they read. One wonders why no return to teardrops as your poem reached it conclusion. We are still thinking of the candle at the end, no reminisce of bygone tears.. I know you have a reason.

Sotto Poet
Date: 6/16/2023 7:10:00 PM

I am elated that you appreciate it, yet I have intentionally refrained from relating the theme of teardrops in order to avoid elongating the poem excessively. For the purpose of contests, I strive to maintain brevity so as not to burden our esteemed sponsors with an overwhelming amount of literary content. Thank you so much for your so kind words.