Best Tearful Poems
“My tears are testimony of my devotion to Beloved;
and from those tears white lilies will grow that speak the truth.”
Rumi
I had heard the legend of her tears,
silent drops of sorrow liberating her pain,
flowing upon the tip of her voiceless lips.
Her hopes descending like blossom buds,
drowning in ripples of rampant tides,
dragging her deeper into despair,
as her words suffocated among ignorant waves.
Trials of life had infected her mind,
with a melody of melancholic vapours,
setting her adrift in misplaced uncharted waters.
Immersing further, her cries no longer echoed,
as her heart choked upon confined consciousness.
Upon the depths of concussed misconception,
under electric, earthquake, haunting horizons,
her soul lay in slumber deluded by misjudgement.
Confused between regret and remorse,
trapped within the dilemma of circumstance,
her fears set sail upon satanic seas,
but only crawled into solitary seclusion -
forming eggshell foundations.
I was no hero nor did I have a halo,
but I was born to become a martyr,
in the glory of her martyrdom,
so I unpacked my heart,
ready for the final crusade of my life.
Treading upon a path of cracked glass,
decaying with crumbling concrete,
I wandered towards her speechless screams.
Preparing to feel the personification of her pain.
Empathic nature of my spirit yearned to
rescue her from the illusions of a fathomless abyss,
to release her from her internal crucifixion -
hoping we would merge like ocean and shore.
As I reached the darkness of her door,
like a star falling from heaven,
her truth like stardust, softly sprinkled,
flourishing and nourishing through me.
I placed my heart into her hands,
as light faded out the blackness,
like an abundance of kaleidoscopic petals,
her tears now illuminated like a rainbow.
Overwhelmed in this tranquillity,
shimmering reflections of emotions,
like gentle rain cascading from my soul,
I became tearful as they nurtured my heart's garden.
I remain intoxicated in their enchantment,
kissing her sorrows away for eternity.
Sometimes it gets too steamy
Reality insists
On distorting our perception
As this heartbeat still persists
Sometimes it gets too frosty
When the winter comes to call
We scrape to see the road ahead
A strange fear that we'll fall
Sometimes though, there's a new mist
Corrupting twenty twenty
A sadness from a place within
An absence and an empty
Yet crystal clear is memory
Hopeful brightness never lost
As misty doesn't linger
Whether tears, or steam or frost
Written: March 07, 2024 For Constance La France Contest
Quote by Rumi "You left and I cried tears of blood. My sorrow grows. It's not just that You left. But when You left my eyes went with You. Now, how will I cry?
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If you shed tears as the sun leaves your world,
You can't view the stars with your tears unfurled.
When my coffin is taken away on my funeral day,
Please don't believe I'm missing this life display.
Abstain from voicing sorrow, crying, or sadness,
I won't plummet into the black demon madness.
Retain quiet when you view men dragging my body,
I am not soaring; rather, as endless love I embody.
Never bid me adieu as you bury me in the tomb,
Bear that a tomb is purely a veil of heaven womb.
You will merely behold my slide into the grave,
Watch my rise along with the sun or moon rave.
Though it appears to be sunset, it is daybreak,
If a tomb locks you in, your soul is free to partake.
Ever seen a pail thrown into a well, come out bare?
Why weep for a soul, as Joseph at the well compare?
“Give them back! Give my tears back, right now—with interest!!”
—Natsuki Takaya
She wrote her marine a letter, hopeful, bright
loved with her kisses and perfume. In sight,
the postman circles ‘round. Expectantly, she
hurries to the wooden box, near the Pear tree.
Spring is in the air with robins mating, daffodils
in potent bloom and the sudden goosebump’ chills.
Sarah shuts her bedroom door, pounces on bed,
allows steam to open the envelope, read what’s said.
“Dear Sarah, soon I go into the fight, I will write more
later, after the attack. Kiss kiss, x x, hug hug score.”
Later he continues with blood, sweat and tears.
Incoherently, blots - black and blue, slide down. Fears
march up and down her spine. Vietnam’s magic trick
was to steal her joy and love. America’s turning quick -
long ere, a neighbor, fathomed regress from her guy,
which would rip the torrential tearful cloud of her eye.
I'm sorry, You see
To my three beautiful boys
I'm sorry, you see
Mum's not quite been the same lately
But I promise I'm getting better
I owe it to both you and me
To my family and friends
I'm sorry, you see
If I've ignored calls and texts
I know it's only because you care for me
But some days it's been a struggle just to function and think lately
To anyone who relates to this
I'm sorry, you see
But I hope you understand even the strongest struggle sometimes
Be it anyone, even you or me
"I'm going to wake up and bury my heart if you're not in it, I could never forget, so I pretend it never happened, I'll live in delusions." _ by poet.
My lingering trepidation blooms
with thoughts of your being,
fading, slipping into a narrow
delicate shadow as whisps of
memory is thrown in the circle
of windy motions, swirling in
destructive steps.
You left me with sights that would
create demons.
I knew they were
all sweets of a dangling viper,
vaping energy, puking poison
as mocktails, yet, I believed.
I bathed in them like lavenders
till they were roses. I let myself
loose, spewing like helpless canons,
shooting into the heavens.
I grasped his horns and envisioned
it a costume. I thought he was art,
my masterpiece, so I surrendered,
I offered myself as a muse,
he gulped my every juice.
I gave myself as a canvas,
he stroked the world's darkest
Miseries on me.
He was a masquerade of fragrances,
a knight of melodious charades.
My brain had a non-function atom,
it couldn't recognise signs, there
was no thinking made, just a dive
so deep I drowned.
You haven't hugged and
embraced pain until
you wish for its non-existence.
These won't travel with the breeze
of the night, they can't be cemented.
Like truth, I flung them out and they
bounced back like morning dews.
Folded like crumpled pages,
my heart bleeds into a trillion shreds. Memories weigh heavy like the
Champions League, encasing
my soul in cursed ice. I want
them wiped like the end of
every teaching on a blackboard,
only then would I truly live.
I still hear your name in the silent night…
It drifts away from my teary sight…
I couldn’t stand or breathe on my own…
The same old story with the pages torn…
But you went away leaving me to be strong…
A masking smile and a tearful song…
My strength sits in my words…
All through the day it screams to be heard…
Such tearful words said at my sister’s wake,
her short life, beyond my comprehension.
I try to stay strong for my daughter’s sake,
trepidation allures apprehension.........
Where’s the help for suicide prevention?
Her goodbye letter hit me really deep,
for now she lays in a permanent sleep.
If time moves this slow, how do I advance?
Her withered white roses I shall still keep,
I just wish she gave loves light one more chance.
If angels do weep, can I taste her tears?
Because I swear I can still hear her cry.
On her final day I could sense her fears,
why couldn’t she give tomorrow a try?
I knew deep down she was ready to die.
If leaving brought her joy I should feel ease,
but all I wish for is one more hug please…
Oh, why did her own life did she wish to take?
I hear her voice sometimes, it’s just a tease,
such tearful words said at my sister’s wake.
Dizain: Ten lines of 10 syllables each line
Rhyme Scheme: A-B-A-B-B-C-C-D-C-D
Contest: Two Stanzas - Two Only - Poetry Contest
Sponsor, Broken Wings
Date Written: July 19, 2016
winter whispers hi-
a discoloured Autumn dream
fades,and slowly dies
Inspired by Raul's latest photo
tearful dewdrop falls
slipping silently from death...
nature replenished
Very Strict Haiku Contest
For: Charles
Honorable Mention
word -dewdrop- early spring
How do you say good-bye to a child that is so young.
The memories of yesterday when everything went wrong.
As I look upon your picture of the shell that is lying there,
It grieves my heart and makes me think that life is just not fair.
Although the Lord knew what He was doing it still makes it hard to accept.
Sometimes it’s hard to handle all the things that life has dealt.
A body so frail and tender had just began to form.
No one could comprehend that you would leave with so much harm.
A nightmare imbedded within our heads of that terrible night.
When Little Jeremiah left this earth without no one in sight.
Things that happened in the dark is now coming into the light.
I pray that the final outcome will make everything all right.
Your little life touched so many hearts as you walked upon this earth.
Although it was cut short the Father knew this from your birth.
The Angels came to rescue you from the environment that you were in.
So safely in our Father’s arms you are resting once again.
Your happy smile we can’t forget as you ran throughout the house.
Your presence we will always feel from day break until night.
A picture painted within our hearts we will always wear.
We will always love you so and your love we will continue to share.
TEARFUL MEMORY
It came from nowhere, a surprise,
Suddenly stung her in the eyes,
Hurt there like an incision,
Rapidly blurred out her vision.
Welled up, swelling and filling -
Tried to stop without spilling.
Burst warm over lashes and lid,
Cascaded down her cheek half-hid.
Tiny moving river salted
Ran between her lips and halted:
Outflow of her heartfelt sorrow.
Relieved her feelings about tomorrow. . . .
( She recalled a mother long unseen)
. . . . Mum’s birthday - or would have been.
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Written by Sydney Peck
NOTES
1. What’s the 12-line limit? I hope you can accept this 14-line piece. . .
2. Yes, it is a tear which I personally lost, but story is written through the voice
of the narrator as poet ( also me of course).
It's there my tears fall like rain with the thought of loving you.
It's there my heart feels the pain of such emotion.
It's there my mind is as I count the hours away from you.
They say love is like a river.
It leaves your soul to bleed as mine flows a stream being far from you.
My life is that of a joy since I have found you near.
It is that of smiles and cheerful hello's as well as goodbyes.
It is my every waken moment I breathe you.
I live you as I long to have you near me.
As everyday I fight the erge not to cry because of the way I love you.
Its there my tears fall because of the love I have lost but at the same time
its the love I have gain.
But its there I never want these moments to stop.
That of the feelings that exsist between the two.
That of my soul being complete but not lost in life.
But that of myself I have found because now I am whole and not a lost soul
as a ghost wondering the land.
Because now I have all a man could ask for.
A loving woman and wife and a companion til the end.
That I no longer have to cry myself to sleep at nights because I have you to catch
the tear that fall.
Cause you are the reason I cry now because all the love I have found in you.
I love you much
TEARFUL LANGUAGE
By Kerinth Campbell
Cry…
For each tear is a pearl of anguish
Which God Himself tenderly catches
And gently places in a golden bowl.
Cry…For words fail to tell of the
Searing pain and grief
Which twists like hot sharpened knives
Into the core of your being.
Cry, my dear, For if truth be told,
God understands the language of
Your Tears.
He, too, cries with you…
He feels the same grief…
He knows that womanly pain.
Intimate God!
He understands the bereft moments and
Days and
Hours and…
He agonises with the intensity of your emotions.
Yes! God knows the sound
Of a woman’s language of tears…
By Poet "Tears are rain from the eyes."
Last night it rained~a very tearful God