Best Teardrop Poems
I
ask
you to
mind our
earth, heed
our existence
upon it, care for
our lives and all that
will occur if we cannot
consider beyond ourselves,
if we are guided by uncertainty,
when we fear the unknown, when we
shun those who differ from us in skin color,
in sex, in persuasion, if we turn our eyes away,
when we dance upon the hidden strings of politicians
or cunning puppetmasters, when we swallow the lust of war,
when poets languish in isolation, without ear or encouragement,
when we torture, when prejudice blinds us to the humanity of another,
when our deluded misconceptions will go public with ready trigger finger,
when we mistake violence for the solution, when we fail the worthy person,
when we won't bother to look past the wheelchair and to whom he really is,
to say his real name, when the most expected thing we will share with him
is discrimination, when we forget that here in space we are in this together,
when tomorrow is the day that old and young will die in roaring explosions,
in quiet corners without notice, when people are driven from their homes,
when women must live in fear, when we steal identities, when evil hides
in anonymity, when we rest in apathy, indifferent to the pain of others,
when our fellow creatures are in chains for our profit and amusement,
when hunger and hatred are accepted, when malice shrieks loud,
when we cut baby girls due to generational gender inequality,
from psychosexual ignorance and hard superstition;
when we deny justice to one lonely voice,
our world falls, stretching itself
into a teardrop.
December 26, 2016
For FJ Thomas's contest - 'Concrete Crush'
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
I slipped on a teardrop and landed in muck.
No inkling had I of my future bad luck.
The tear I had cried started out, oh, so small
I’d felt little need to be crying at all.
But crying that one single tear was enough
To bring to me to this! Now my life’s getting tough.
The muck where I landed is not disappearing.
And sometimes these days I can feel my eyes tearing.
I do what I can though to stop tears from flowing.
It doesn’t much matter; the muck just keeps growing.
The muck is becoming a loose and wet sand.
Yes, quicksand! It pulls me. I reach for a hand. . .
Then hands from my loved ones; then hands from each friend.
With so many hands out, this can’t be the end!
The muck turned to quicksand could swallow me whole,
But I must believe that it can’t take my soul.
My family and friends are comfort for me.
Their hands I grab hold of; then strong I can be.
I’ll keep loving life, and I’ll laugh. In a while
The quicksand will have to subside, and I’ll smile.
I’ll next be the one whose comfort gets handed
To one who has slipped on a teardrop and landed.
Written 6/21/16 with gratitude for all who were there for me in a trying time
Now for PD's Deep ( 001) Poetry Contest
A teardrop falls deeply—slicing and aching
hurt twisting knots around the deepest fingers
love you from my heart warmest emotions so
in each kiss of your beauty I feel all of you
worth the suffering and pain that happens
gaining rewards in the end—undiminished love
happiness such a precious gift for us forever
the teardrop falls now freely in your honor
it spills warmly and gently in your name love
as grace is my honor to bear this noble sacrifice
with joy and I find you now my sweetest sunshine
with happiness being my one-way ticket to paradise
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem,
Copyright © All Rights Reserved (June 9, 2015)
(Verse)
Falling silent against naked cheek…
When an emotion stuns or stings
Cutting through the composure
To free the heart of liquid poison
Toxic feelings of pain and sorrow
Grief that slashes through self-control
Leaving the heart in deep discouragement
Touching thoughts with negativity
That comes from a lack of sensitivity
Lighting the way to eventual joy
That comes when one finally lets go
Of sorrow, sadness, anguish
All the feelings that bring heartache
To the one who listens to the beating
The throbbing and pounding, the breath
Of a silent tear, reflecting the soul
Who knows only angst and pain
Beliefs colored in hues of ebony
Dark thoughts, black coats of sorrow
That change dreams to nightmares
Hopes to desperateness and misery
A sting that eventually lacerates
The faith that sustains and remains
Even after the sorrow and pain
Brings a teardrop to cling to the face
Who floods the spirit with shame
From allowing the heart to hold onto
A flow of disdain, grief and woe
That is engrained in the one who knows
A silent tear is sometimes the answer
To a prayer for relief to this agony!
A poem is just a teardrop
A form of liquid pain
Released to pen and paper
Our words become a stain
The hurt that's bottled up inside
Can come out through our eyes
Promises made, but never kept
Are nothing but liquid lies
As the teardrop hits the paper
The words begin to form
Releasing all the pain inside
To calm the coming storm
Heartache is just another word
That's written by our tears
The pain becomes the writer's quill
'Til a little relief appears
A poem is just a teardrop
That's worded carefully
Liquid pain becomes a stain
And sets the poet free
The life we choose the choices we make
Knowing how much to give knowing how much to take
Now this equation is not simple at least not for me to ascribe
For a lifetime worth of pain and not once have I cried
It's not remedies or reason for this affliction which I seek
For I am pleased with the joys I have given while not needing to weep
Yet I cant help but wonder though as yet I have not tried
Would my life had been much different were I able to cry
For I have seen the results of tears when they are freely shed
How embraces would soon follow with soft strokes to ones head
Now I can love and be tender without much effort or strain
Yet I am unable to give comfort when tears fall like the rain
But I will always be loving and Gods gifts to me I will share
And maybe the day I meet him in heaven will be the day I shed my tear
My lazy muse went wandering around
When fallen into my knees, I astound
A cute lady like a coloured teardrop
Fallen from heaven an angel's eye drop.
She sat silent on my lap, I wonder
Shy or timid, what her cute mind thunder
In bright red attire with black beauty spots
An angel's love blot, my muse I forgot.
O lady, from the Garden of Eden
Did you come with a tweet from the heaven?
Or to tie my naughty mind on his seat
And to teach me to taste nature at least.
While my thoughts fly far away to the sky
Tiny wings blossoms, ladybird soars high.
Second Place in STRAND CHOICE W,any form,any theme Poetry Contest sponsored by Brian Strand
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I slipped on a teardrop and landed in a laugh...
Who knew my tragic ending would have a happy half?
Please chuckle at my funeral and make my epitaph:
"I slipped on a teardrop and landed in a laugh"
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a
prism
of sadness
a piece of soul
falls from the windows
of the house where you live
trickling droplets of emotion
too hard to handle finally let go
relieving the strain of your pain
they fall from your eyes like rain
until you are totally drained
so you can rise up again
to play the game
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I slipped on a teardrop
Landed in a tragedy
People with twisted minds
On random killing sprees
No legitimate reason
Fueled by ignorant hate
Politicians turning their heads
Letting guns proliferate
Unspeakable heinous acts
Leaving a trail of grief
Justifying murder
For a radicalized belief
But selling assault rifles
And other weapons of war
Doesn't make anyone safer
It only guarantees more
I slipped on a teardrop
Fell into a river of tears
With an endless armada of bodies
Exacerbating fear
an original poem by Daniel Turner
9-21-22
Contest: I Wandered Lonely as a…Challenge
Sponsor: Natasha Scragg
11-4-22
Contest: 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 19
Sponsor: Mark Toney
"I wandered lonely as cloud." Daffodil by William Wordsworth
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I Wandered Lonely as a Teardrop
I wandered lonely as a teardrop
In a sea of sand,
A tempest in one glistening drop,
Ruthless riptides of demands
Rush through a narrow neck of outlet
Turned upside down in midnight vignettes.
Cold specks of numb and ancient stone
Deaf to remorse of a single sigh
Tumble past my burn scar so alone
That weeps with solitude's clouded eye
No time to stop for struggling strangers
To get involved - a diffident danger.
A writhing sea of rushing crowds
Parts around my stifled sob
Roaring indifference shouted out loud
Guarded pain in my teardrop throbs
The shape of quivering unheard laments
Empathy drown and mercy absent.
My colorless grief weeps without end
In oceans like a shipwrecked nomad
Blocked from the warm fount of a friend
Heartbroken by a lost comrade
One teardrop cries to understand
The maddened surge in a sea of sand.
Every teardrop have a weight to it
Sad or joy...they roll out
ever so soundless but ever so heavy
to my heart they are
They don't come free fall on their own
With reasons they escape their safety
Sad or joy...they free fall and down
they go to nothingness...forever gone
Only to leaving streaks of wetness
to remind their ever so temporary
existence in hoping for you to notice
they were ever so meaningful teardrops
So please don't go playing with my heart
for every teardrop that streak down
heavily hurt more than you know
Smile
Akkina R Downing
1-29-17
They trickled down my cheeks in steady streams
and blotting was no use, the dam gave way.
As tears continued, some fell to the floor.
I bent to wipe them- and began to sway.
I lost my balance, and my right hand slipped
upon the tears and somehow shoved my head
against a bench and stabbing pain set in,
while flashing lights appeared- in yellow- red.
It seemed I landed on a soft white cloud,
and angels kneeling all around me wept.
I was not frightened- just felt quite at peace,
like this was where all happiness was kept.
And on this cloud, I floated through the sky
without a care or worry in my heart.
But oh, the angels kept on weeping still-
I did not know where sadness played its part.
My tears were gone, and gladness filled my soul;
my heart was free of all my doom and gloom.
I felt so light and happy floating in the air.
Then, all at once, I woke up in a room
upon my bed with loved ones all around!
I had passed out, you see, but now was fine.
Intensity of sadness now was gone-
and slipping on my teardrop quite benign.
I had landed in an unconscious state
inside a glimpse of heaven, overjoyed
that heartbreak from my kitty that I lost
was there, but my strong spirit- not destroyed.
Those angels where I landed cried for me
and spared me my own tears to mourn my pain.
They helped me ease my burden, heal my heart-
embrace life's peace and happiness again.
Play me a teardrop, that sits atop my heart strings.
One to make the Angels weep, a vigil to my soul.
Strum me sad chords, that affords my mournful cry,
to spill upon your memory, still within my mind.
Choose the notes carefully, as floats petals on the wind.
To land softer, than the whisper of your breath.
Keep slow, the tempo and low the expectations,
I don't know how to say goodbye, so play me a teardrop.
For the contest: The Rhyme Inside
Sponsored by Debbie Guzzi
Placement: 4th