Best Bawling Poems

Sensing and yearning allure of daydreams
My musings amble in meadows of themes,
Sometimes wowing ebullience of dawning,
Sometimes luxuriating in moonlit evening
Gazing lambent skies of stellar twinkling,
Inviting...

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Essence melancholic bemoans, echoing soul’s doleful cry
When clamors of unrequited love, earnestly amplify,
Bruised yearnings of deep desires, as lovelorn heart sighs,
For the longings of shattered...

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Rife are grievous echoes lamenting worldwide
From widespread disgust clamoring weary sigh,
Perturbed in lonesomeness, bawling in dark,
Clasped beneath shroud of tenebrous clouds,
Rendering world aghast in grip...

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A few years ago I was installing carpet in someone's house and a little girl approached me and started asking me questions. A few minutes...

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He laid on that cold bathtub lonely and sobbing
looking at his scars and crying 
like a baby bawling
But you couldnt see his tears
for all the...

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Rather lost, they stare over the divide,
how best to circumnavigate this obstacle?
They can see a path gently sloping down
but it is far off to the...

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Don’t Look Behind You


From swamp I lifted from an arm
But collapsed to pitiful puddles
And ground my fist in slush
As I heard their voices
Drag at thus
And...

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I'm not overly fond of receiving a family's annual gushing story,
In the form of a Christmas Letter stating that all is hunky-dory.
I received one the...

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The trail was long and very dusty
great clouds churned up by hooves
of the vast herd being wrangled on
300 more miles of eating their dust

Bandana's tightly...

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Daisy trips and falls apart
The mysterious rider brings her back
And now wonders how she ll find
The way back home cause is its off the line
And...

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She’s dead they said!
She I thought. Who is she?
I stared straight down at a frumpy old thing.
On the bed, a lump, so dead.

Was that me?...

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INNER AND OUTER

when being inside
not sitting out  -   looking in
what a difference!

birth from the middle
what a struggle     what...

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I think I'll open a tragedy club
where people can come to weep
I'll tell the saddest stories around
admission will be cheap

I'll call the venue Tragic Relief
where...

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Vainly Built Fires

Was it best that we demanded far too much?
Quiet corner to count our blessed days
Or waste away long childish hours and such
like still...

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A Mother's Love And Her Lament

Before the break of a winter's morn
tired, it is dark, dank and cold.
With sad, eating thoughts so forlorn
wonders how quickly...

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