Best Song Cry Poems
Ragged and funny
In dire need of money
I bruise the pot-holed streets of the city
Maiming the waste-filled alleys and dirty
Daily I play hide and seek with death on the razor-sharp edge of humanity.
Once I had a home
Now I cannot pay the dues
Once I went to college
Now I cannot pay the fees
Once I had a wife
Now I cannot afford the price
Poor the result of no economic emancipation
Bound to the street because of some people's creation
In a vacuum-filled belly I try the robber's invention
Oouch! I cry in incaceration
This cry , my cry, I cry
Bound to the street, is it God's case
Bound to the street, the street my place
Bound to the street, the street I hate
Eyes closed, tears drop
The drama of my sleeping mystery
unfolding before my mental eyes like a tapestry
I ravish and languish in hunger
Feeding on left-overs
Left by generous shoppers
Hungry I was, am and still will be
The history but of themhitherto societies is a history of class struggle
and exploitation. How shall I leave the street struggle
In such a society tailor-designed to suffer the helpless
Where the should-be-helpers
Are the pioneers of the exploitation,
Suppression and oppression of the defenceless
As for me and my street-mates
We will travel along singing a song
The song, my cry.
Bound to the street, is it God's case
Bound to the street, the street my place
Bound to the street, the street I hate
I come from far further
I am not a bird of your further
You are a son to your father
You are your mother's daughter
I have non to call father or mother
Neither to call sister nor brother
But pay no attention to criticism like weather
Rather lets read the holy book together
Ang gather as a congregation together
The bread as you gather
Lets break share and eat together.
Until we harness a new philosophy
I will always cry
This cry my cry.
Bound to the street, is it God's case
Bound to the street, the street my place
Bound to the street, the street I hate
The song of the Wippoorwill
cries to the sky above.
Lonely was he, looking for his
long lost love.
Lovely sounds that resonate.
Wishing for his long lost mate.
Each night he wonders why?
His calls, unanswered with
no reply.
Oh where my love are you
tonight?
I'm calling, calling till morning
light.
His little heart cant take much
more.
It is she, that he adores.
Evenings are long as he still
waits.
Time well tell his coming fate.
In his search he did not know.
His Love, another, Whippoorrwill
stole.
Death song cry of a cougar
I have seen death as a strange friend
Death has shown me that life does not end
But what I see is meant for me to prepare myself when I leave this life eternally
I have once laughed at death
And cried tears of blood
Yet i am still called to battle
Wallowing in its self destruction while it sticks to me like mud
I have heard deaths rattle
I have yet to run-stand shell shocked like a glorified dud
I now know not to laugh at death
but laugh if and when I catch up to my own breath
I have been lost stumbling in an unknown dark
I crawled out of the dark grown guided by a mere spark
I caught a glimpse of a peaceful world that lies far beyond our mark
I cried humble tears of joy and laughed with the innocence of a child
I met a sweet angel who answered all my questions with only a mysterious sweet small smile
I will sing my death song with sweet tears of joy in my eyes
I will laugh fruitfully because it grows inside me despite any demise
I am at peace with my death so whats left?
Oh yeah I almost forgot I got to live first before I take my last breath
Hahahaha -Laughing Cougar
no pun no pun no pun
well he says that i have won
does he see my hair in the sun?
it defines who really has won
it's him it's him it's him
he's getting over the stretch i can't swim
and as the lights are getting dim
my hair sullenly needs a trim
He smiles he smiles he smiles
and stares at me all the while
but as i fall down to the tile
it becomes my hardest trial
i cry i cry i cry
because i know i've told a lie
and my life has passed me by
when i caught myself in his eye
I run i run i run
because he thinks that i have won
this hair so blonde in the sun
reflects the fact that i am done
There she was sitting all alone in the corner of this bar, crying into her drink and looking off as if she was lost…I sat down beside her, to hear her broken heart.
She said the man she thought truly loved her, nearly took her life…she said the man she once thought loved her became a stranger in her life.
She was a stranger in danger, I just wanted to protector her for the rest of my life…I said don’t you cry your pretty eyes, because I will be your knight!
She was a stranger in danger, someone she use to love nearly took her life…the man that use to have her, lost and now she is the best thing in my life!
Stranger in danger…now she is my wife…I will forever love her and cherish her for all times! Dry your eyes…because this stranger will never hurt you, but will always love you…no more, no more, no more…stranger in danger.
The hurt is over, now wipe the tears from your eyes. Cry no more, no more…your loved, no more stranger in danger. Rest safely in the safety of my strong yet tender arms, your loved once more, once more. Stranger no more…you’re the love of my life.
I heard a song this afternoon,
as I listened, I stopped what I was doing.
I sat stunned, wondering if that was like you,
are you waiting for me to call or come home?
As the song went on, sitting where I stopped cleaning,
in the corner of the room, I cried my heart breaking even smaller.
It's been months since I last talked to you,
I remember what 'mom' told me the day I left.
That I could never call or come around,
that you and everyone she was related to wanted nothing to do with me.
That I was leaving because I 'never cared about you,'
but I left because I do care and since I was 'causing too much stress and pain.'
As I listened to the song,
I wished that was you singing that song for me.
I cried even more because I miss you,
and I know I'm not as wanted as I want to be.
I know you love me,
but I also know that I hurt you that day so long ago.
It was always thrown in my face what I said that day,
that I made you cry and your wife 'never seen you cry until that day.'
That you were never the same when your oldest little girl,
said she 'had nothing here' to her father's question to live with him.
It wasn't meant to hurt, I was just saying
that most of the family was where I was then.
So please dad,
please don't forget about me.
I know I caused you and your family pain and stress,
but know that I am okay and doing fine.
That you're in my every thought and I love you,
and I'll always be one of your little girls.
You cry? You have been offended?
They do not want to be friends with you?
Do not cry, my little girl!
They are silly, and sometime
They will understand their mistakes.
Years will pass.
One day you will look in a mirror.
And will see the charming girl
with pensive eyes.
from a presentiment of a miracle.
You will dress in your best dress
and will run along the coast
of ocean, the sea, or the big river.
Suddenly the white ship
with huge SCARLET SAILS
will appear on the horizon.
Solemn music will play,
and all command in dress uniform
will gather on the deck.
The crowd of people will gather at the coast.
But you should be near the water.
Soon the landing boat decorated with flowers
will have been lowered down from the surprising white ship
The young sunburnt captain will float in it to the coast, to you.
He will take your hand, will put on your finger the ring,
and will take you with himself in Happiness.
People on coast will cry to you:
«The happy way! Good success!»
And those who offended you,
will be very much surprised and disappointed.
They never heard about the fine book
by Russian writer Alexander Green
« The Scarlet Sails «...
... You do not cry any more, my dear?
You have understood,
what this fairy tale says about you?
But you must,
like the girl Assol in this book,
keep faithful to your dream
and wait for your own ship with SCARLET SAILS.
It's been said
it's been said
you'll find hapiness
when your dead
its been said
you'll make your own peace
in your head
its been said
that I could never
tell you a damn thing
and that thing
I want to tell you most
is how I've been fading
I've been fading here
in the misery of yesteryear
it's been said
and all the progression I have made
may yet go wasted
I go wasted
with the audacity
of a punk kid
it's been said
I am a waste of space
when I'm wasted
I wanna cry
I wanna cry so deep inside
I cry in my mind
I imagine me
sitting here on the sidewalk
of my golden memory
it's been done
a thousand times before
this shall be one thousand and one
for I'm the one
the one who said it
once before
now it's been said
I'm sick of it
Somebody once told me that you should laugh with the angels and not cry with the devil
If you put your whole heart into a song
The whole world will sing along
Sing your own unique song
Don't cry, don't say a word
Just sing, sing to the whole world
Do do, do do doo, do do, do do doo
Put your hands in the air
Let yourself forget all the sorrows, all your cares
All you need is a thought and a dream
It's much easier to laugh with the angels then it seems
But if you give up on life, if you gi~ve in to all your strife
Then you'll cry with the devil
And wont laugh with the angels
There are times when I sing in the shower
Times when I cry in the day
There are times when I must sit for hours
And times when I can run away
There are times when I’m shaking with laughter
My body trembles with joy
And times when I’m still chasing after
the dreams I had when I was just a boy
There are times when I must be responsible
And provide for this family I have
There are times when I am mostly happy
And times when I am sometimes sad
There are times when I must quietly whisper
Times when I can scream and shout
You put all of these times together
Well, that is what life’s all about
There are times when I sing in the shower
Times when I cry in the day
I hope I have time tomorrow
To do what I didn’t do today
Shall I succed in my undertakings
If I don’t listen to all their warnings?
Shall I paint the sky with another hue
Just to give beauty it’s real value
Should I be ashamed of my past action
If everything they knew were just suspicion
Shall I pull the stars to make light
Or cry out for help tonight
My mind is filled with doubts and confusion
But my heart if full of mere determination
But I know I’m not the type whop plays the game
Then make up excuses to save myself from blame
Why should I follow the sun’s rays
Just because I did not succed in my own ways
I won’t waste a second p[painting the sky
Knowing that I only got one second to fly
Why should I be ashamed of my mistakes
When all they do is for their own sake
I won’t cry out loud tonight
Cause I know that all along I can see the light
Have you seen the darkness fall?
Or heard the warblers cry and call?
Have you tasted sadness and sorrow?
Have you felt the warmth of tomorrow?
Take my hand, I'll lead you there.
To this long ascending stair.
We'll climb forever, climb above it all.
Then we'll jump, but we will never fall.
Take a breath, dive into oceans deep.
Close your eyes, fall into eternal sleep.
Take my hand, I'll lead you there.
To this long ascending stair.
We'll climb forever, climb for truth and love.
We could fly high, fly high like a dove.
Close your eyes, listen to it all.
Hear the voices rise and fall.
Take my hand, I'll lead you there.
To this long ascending stair.
View the oceans, their glasslike reflections.
Take your time, cherrish your recollections.
We'll travel far, too far for some.
Spread your wings, try to become.
Take my hand, I'll lead you there...
To this long ascending stair...
Have you seen the darkness fall?
Or heard the warblers cry and call?
Have you tasted sadness and sorrow?
Have you felt the warmth of tomorrow?
Climb this stair...Let me lead you there...
Play me a song, but not just any tune.
I'm not here to dance, or sing along in June.
I don't need rhythms that make my heart leap high,
Just give me notes that echo, and a melody that sighs.
Play me not a hopeful melody.
Hope is a promise dressed in disguise.
It soothes for a moment, then slips away,
Hurting more than it ever helps.
A whisper that fades, leaving you high and dry.
Sing me no song of fleeting joy.
Joy dances in, then fades just as quick.
A blissful moment meant to make us forget,
Then leave us with tears it failed to predict.
Do give me a song, but not for love.
Love is a myth wrapped in pain.
When it fades, only sorrow remains.
Happy memories now slipping away.
A wound that hums and sings along,
Trying to soothe where love went wrong.
I need a song that speaks to my soul,
A melancholy tune that makes me whole.
A song that paints my nostalgia, and brings back the past,
A reminder of what's lost, and what will forever last.
Play me a sad song, one that knows my name,
A song that understands the depths of my pain.
Not for hope, or joy, or love's sweet lie,
But to help me face the ever lasting truth.