Best Crying(A) Poems
I cried for so long, so many nights,
and now no more tears can drop,
I'm all out, do you have some to spare,
cause you know once I start, I can't stop.
I go on for days with a heavy heart,
no tears fall, though inside I'm crying,
I feel empty, hollow, dark inside,
a soul dead, and still is dying.
Can I fill a bucket from your well,
the sun came out, dried up my rain,
I'll take them carefully, try not to spill,
cause I've got a need to ease the pain.
That feeling of washing away the sorrow,
with trickling tear-water, clear and cool,
soothes the soul, relaxes the ache,
can I dive right into your swimming pool?
I need to pour out your flowing brook,
to keep me crying a river for today,
I want to hold despair in my hands,
please let this melancholy feeling stay.
Out of Water contest
placed 14th
Horrid hellion hunger that rips apart the soul
Sadly starving siblings where death takes its toll
Crippled children crying a mother lives in hell
While wicked ways of man making money for their sell
Vindictive violent victories, of man vs. man
Kabbalistic killing kids a death wish with a plan
Wrathful widespread Wars with blood over spilling
Betraying battling brothers kiss their cross before the killing
Repeated rancorous raping for only a woman knows
Destructive demeanour dancing the desecration of a rose
Sabotaging silent stealing virginity within the night
Demonic deception dwelling a battle we must fight
Let us pray now for all of this we can abolish
Breathe in strength and give the world its needed polish.
March.21.2016 THE ALPHABET CONTEST - LETTER A- Abolish -By Alfred Vassallo
A knife stab on a man
Hurts as much on a kid
He has to remain mum
A brave face to cede
A woman on his side, on the other a son
Two souls to shield, emotions never freed
He has strength to lift a tonne
And more to make his tears recede
He holds the tears back like a dam
When his boiling anger feeds
His heartbreak may have no span
But he won’t flip a lid
Lucid is heartbreak to a woman
It is heart dust to a man crushed to plead
A moon ray in the absence of the sun
Sparkles a tear drop on his eyelid
When the world looks away he becomes human
Allows his tears to flow and dilute his bleeding
He knows crying a river killed no one
But bleeding a river did
icicles
crying a river of tears
for winter has died
icicles
crying a river of tears
for winter is gone
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I am crying yes crying
why I hear you asking
It is because I am moved
by a poem on here
So sadden by her words
how could it come to this?
a guiding light, a friend
an inspirer of fine words
Linda you were first to greet me
it was you who smoothed my way
gave me help and advice unselfishly
introduced me to contests and more
Poets should not fight like this
WHO THE HELL GAINS?
In The End NONE!! All LOSE
no sparkle left just matt dim and dull
Linda your words touch my soul
more far more they inspire
Never hang up your pen
Return soon we need your love and input
Always your friend and fan Shadow
written in 2013
REFRAINS OF WINTER SONATA
When fallen brown leaves brush a sepia picturesque
and the bubbly breeze blows a heated winter sonata,
the giant roses of clouds are teased, they shed
icy petals tumbling, drifting like little ballerinas
dropping to rest on branches of trees, grasses, houses
and down to window ledges clustering in lily-white hues.
Frosty mornings and nights lure the need for warmth
from brewed coffee, a kiss or just a minute of touch...
Absorbing the air, alone, I wander to the cover-walks,
I see children tramping and playing on hills of frost,
some couples carelessly sliding, they laugh out loud,
yet afar, some robins, deer and beggars frown in despair
as they are homeless. No fire nor a person to cuddle with.
No adequate food to eat nor a flowing water to drink too...
Cold. Wet. All white, frozen snow-tears are in their eyes
and so I am one afternoon, a year and six months ago.
The winter atmosphere can stir love passions within
but how can it all be when the only woman, I love.
I wanted to marry and ready to give my all: refused me?
She, slowly walking away, leaving me crying-- a snow.
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A Dozen Roses:
Petals in the wind
crying a crimson river
on moonlit snow
©deborah burch
25012013
'Tis twilight, the shadow of lake
turning light- peachy and pink.
And all the forest around wake
in the light- life too groggy to think.
When all the light cast God's love
of the sun, bursting brightly,
it shines on something- a hidden trove,
and I take the hiker's first step, lightly,
and I see in front of me old things!
I dust the dirt off skeletal caps,
I smile and the forest begins to sing.
Soon, though, excitement begins to collapse,
For my skips and my kicks and my chants
drop the artifacts on a rock, and they shatter!
Anthropology smites me for my careless dance
for now I have tiny skeletal pieces of matter.
The birds now sing, the monkeys now ooh,
the winds now shake, the sun hides
behind a pile of clouds, as though they all knew.
I collect my findings- crying a little inside.
( THE WALKING DEAD )
Their faces torn in shreds of blood, eyes hanging by there threads.
Something thats very scary, that will make you hide under beds.
Hands twisted to the right, bones pertrude through their skin.
A sight not liked by many men, a pure hatred evil sin.
Backs gauging out in the middle, their necks a twisted sight.
A close and personal look at zombies, walking with you tonight.
Slow walking in the street, they want all your guts.
Be very careful that they dont see you, cause their going nuts.
Pieces of hands litter the grass, blood on all the flowers.
The smell is pretty pungent, cause they dont know how to shower.
Groaning when they talk about, grunting when their mad.
Eweee they just ate the neighbors dog, its getting pretty sad.
Its not safe in the neighborhood, its worse than all the dreams.
Doctor Phil just lost his leg, I can tell by his screams.
Little suzy stricker is crying, a zombie has her by the hair.
The zombie shook his finger no, i wouldnt run if you dare.
The crosbys just crashed their car, then it started on fire.
The poor monsters ate their boy, poor timmy mcguire.
The block in running rampid, the innocent ones have fled.
My neighborhood has lost their minds, and now are the walking dead.
I was just four when I discovered that some grown-ups cry.
That’s because I saw my mommy dragging my daddy down the stairs,
Her eyes so full of tears that they fairly poured down her flimsy nightgown.
Daddy wasn’t crying. Daddy was dead.
When I was six, I had cause to cry on my own account.
Mommy had been dating a man, she said if they married I would be a flower girl.
One night she came into my room crying a little and said she was sorry, they eloped.
I cried quietly. I’m not sure it was all for me.
At eleven, a whole new kind of tears entered my life.
Asleep in my room late at night, I awoke to my mom screaming and sobbing.
My three-year-old sister slept next to me so I just listened as my stepfather beat her.
I cried so hard. I thought I would never stop.
Age 20 and happy to be in college away from the pain.
Divorced, mom found a new love in vodka, and he controlled her more than her ex.
I brought my love home to meet her, and she asked him how he could like a fat, lazy slob like me?
I knew I shouldn’t cry. It didn’t stop me.
In my life have been many opportunities to cry.
Being told I would die when my daughter was a baby and I thirty-two,
The death of my mother, my youngest daughter’s fiancé dying of cystic fibrosis.
With each tear I fade a little. I’m almost gone.
So now in my 50s, I find out my oldest daughter is sick.
Stage four lymphoma, and she didn’t cry through chemo, hair loss,
Almost dying four times in treatment, emergency surgery, pulmonary embolism.
It’s okay. I cried enough for both of us.
She is twenty-six, and sometimes I can hear her crying.
Her lymphoma is back, creeping into her spine like an armed terrorist,
And while it is a small encampment that hasn’t grown, our fear, sadness, and helplessness increases daily.
I hear her cry. I make sure she can’t hear me.
I am approaching sixty; sometimes I feel one hundred.
I wonder if God has allotted us a finite number of tears for our lifetime,
If those tears are stored in the chambers of our heart and we need to conserve some for what tomorrow holds.
Let her last tear be her last tear. But give me one last tear — sparkling and light — dancing down my cheek in gratitude as I fade to clear.
fbruary 2, 2019
In a space-time continuum,
a random reality shift,
accelerating modicum,
without any discerning rift.
Awaiting illumination,
the world is on collateral,
discerning revelation,
of days counting in reversal.
When all the planets are in line,
preparation's a moving phase,
seals, symbols, an invoking sign,
annihilation upon gaze.
Holy judgment, heed forth your smite,
innocence crying a river,
despair hovering above flight,
no more tomorrow to savor.
4.22.15
My dear, my love
My one from above
Ill only love you
But now, we have to be through
I know I said I would never hurt you
And I don’t want to, but this I must do
You said you wouldn’t hurt me
But you were wrong, you cut me deep
Im crying a river, a flood
My arms are emptying of their blood
I don’t want to do this
I shared with you my first kiss
But now im hurt
I will no longer look to your comfort
You were my best friend
I thought it would have no end
But now, it’s come to one
Ill never let you call me Hun
You tried to give me a ring
But now, back to you will I bring the retched ring
Now, with my tears blocking my sight
My soul will take its final flight
It’ll fly to you to get my heart
Every single last broken part
Ill never forget you, my first lasting forever
And a day will I be cursed with what? Your memories
But im a Aquarius and you’re a Aries
Not a match made in heaven
The days will only last up to seven
Look, I never want or meant to hurt you
But I can’t just make do with you
You hurt me without realizing it
You messed with the bulldog and got bit
I thought I was in heaven but was in hell
At first, I thought you thought so as well
But now, the truth has caught up to us
And because of it, I had to stop before it got any worse
And thus, I told you this, but I don’t want to hurt you
All I feel now is just a deep blue
All around me, my world has come crashing down and id kill to exchange this frown.
I would have even set aside my beloved crown at one point just to make you happy, and I hate to disappoint but, I made you a promise that I must keep so, from me you wont hear another peep
You can live your life away from mine and your love, ill have to decline.
The dream comes gliding
Murmured words
Out of dappled swirling light
The dream I dread but also need
I struggle to get away
At the same time breathlessly calling for him
I embrace the dream
I am the dream
It always starts the same
Unfolding in a snowstorm
The sliding of the car then the crash
My dream spirit is there
Long raven hair blowing, floating
And the book of destiny opens
It is written
His departing cold fingers caress my skin
His dead lips kiss me
And the snow is falling
Then all is quiet, peaceful
His name engraved for eternity
I am shivering as real and dream entwine
And the crying, a haunting moaning
Drifts endlessly
Come my darling, says my love, come fly tonight
Deep in my dream I see his earthly face
Entwined in his arms we rival the wind
Even eternal death cannot break this love
Soaring over lakes that stretch forever
Come my darling, says my love, come fly tonight
Up we glide on his majestic wings
Where cliffs rise a thousand feet
We hover at his resting place
My tears falling and kissing his tomb
Come my darling, says my love, come fly tonight
Deep inside the dream we fly as one
It is only in dreams that he dwells
Until the pastel violet of dawn comes creeping
Come my darling, says my love, come fly tonight
And after I wear a mourning cloak, how heavy it is
And the crying, a haunting moaning
Drifts endlessly
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April 4, 2013
Poetry/Lyric/Murmured Words of Love
Copyright Protected, ID 13-724-983-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the contest, Best Love Poem #5,
sponsor, Skat
Third Place
“SQUAWK, Squawk, squawk” ,the Bald Eagle’s song of Freedom, Liberty and Serenity
bird Houses, in my backyard are filled with baby Chickadees , Whining , is their Song
If they Knew by the end of Summer, in stillness before the Rain: Phoebe - Tranquility
the clouds Thicken and Blacken : the Chickadee puffs her chest, sings Phoebe song
The rain softly Crying a Phoebe’s resounding echoes , Chickadees, duel Ability
the sky is blue: the wind is calm: a single Phoebe "warning" believe in Her Validity
His Bright Red Plumage
He can not hide from my Eyes
Tapping and rapping, His song
There’s no Special beat
A Redheaded Woodpecker
Tap, Tap, Tap, Rap, Raps his Song
So close sits this Robin beside me
No Songs, just the Promise of Spring
Inspired by the Contest : " For(Four) Beautiful Birds"
Sponsored by CONSTANCE~~A Rambling POET~~
Written : May 1st - 2nd, 2011 By HGarvey Daniel Esquire
5th Place