Best Tearfully Poems
I am proud of my eyes
For they reflect the color of Your sky
With them, I am able to witness the wonder of You
The beauty of Your children
The magnificence of Your creation
The infinite and the infinitesimal
With them I lose myself in Your word
For You allow me to see beyond my limited perceptions
I see and therefore I believe
I ask You to protect these eyes
For they can be deceitful
They are prone to look upon sinful things
I have seen the depths of immorality
My own and that of others
I have seen the earth change
It has turned from Your Grace
From Your protection
help me to see Your purpose
So that I may see clearly in dark places
"Be a lamp unto my feet"
Help me to see beyond the physical
To see the depth of need in others spirits
Allow mine to be kind loving eyes
Purposeful eyes
Until the day comes for me to see a New World
For these eyes will one day see You
The one and only You
My precious Lord
Upon Your throne
In all Your Glory
For I am told pride comes before a fall
So I wish to fall before You
At Your feet
In humble
Loving adoration
For my pride is in the wonder of your kindness
I see with eyes
Not veiled in blindness
You help me be bold when I'm prone to shyness
So these pride filled tearfully happy eyes
Will be in the presence
Of You the one True King
My Loving Father
Me who deserves lowness
Eyes lifted to see You
My King and Royal Highness!
Inspired by a friend.
mystic clouds at night
beneath an amber sun
casts a lovely glow..
her face illuminated
as tears freely fall
she trembles..
~as she remembers~
a sky of twinkling stars
which once guided her way
now dull, broken shards..
she falls to her knees
as the tide edges closer
cold and unforgiving..
his soft words
once a safe cocoon
now strife with contempt
~she sadly remembers~
she hugs herself tightly
rocking and wondering
where it all went wrong..
her heart is hurt
his loving friendship
touched her like no other..
~she tearfully remembers~
she opened herself up
with his gentle guidance
as best as she knew how..
his kindness moved her
with truth and with faith
for happiness she felt..
~she fondly remembers~
she knows her truth
as he feels his
the gift of his friendship..
~she will always remember~
items in my container of memories
playbill for "Les Miserables" that Dad enjoyed
reminder of ignoble government
Jean Val Jean’s quest for justice
fugitive from the merciless Javert
outdated cell phone that’s priceless
forever I’ll carry it; this cannot be lost
inbox carries my father’s last message to me
“Happy New Year, Baby,” were his words
just 30 minutes before his fatal stroke
publication of Dad’s obituary
green light for thieves to trash his house
tearfully driving 250 miles, hoping to erase their indignity
televisions, heirlooms and appliances stolen
but Dad’s desk held items of greater value
many awards for the Senior Olympics five-mile race
pencil my CPA father chewed and broke
dreaded bifocals that caused Dad consternation
the only items thieves left behind
were those that bring Dad closer to me
*June 20, 2019
Contest: More to Me
Sponsor: William Kekaula
Life is hard and then you die
in the meantime you mostly cry
It seems to me that you have been changed
your attitude somewhat rearranged
The place you've been is not so nice
and a terrible place to seek advice
All who go there have had a hard life
full of grief and constant strife
They think they know what to do to survive
but they are not living - they are merely alive
That place is rife with takers trying to live in the strife
neither knowing how to give nor how to live life
You are different from them I know
and you have important places to go
Listen carefully to those who really care
they're the ones that can get you there
How it is now is not how it's supposed to be
you are actually supposed to be free
Free always to be who you are - yourself
and never to be put on a shelf
Only you can find the answers you seek
and it will certainly take more than a week
Hard work is coming of that be certain
I pray you put away your fear and raise that curtain
The curtain you closed to create the blind
to tearfully cower and hide behind.
The time is now for the light to shine on you
and light the way for the life you want for you.
All that’s left now is to do the crying
and please know you’re not really dying.
It is a part of life and it’s truly a life worth living
especially when you start giving
Giving freely with no concern
knowing there'll likely be nothing in return
That is truly a life worth living - a life of love and learning
to put finally to rest that painful burning
So there you have what many believe
a concept I pray you are of a mind to receive
You’ll make the right choices on that you should depend
and know always my love and friendship will never end.
Finding Me
I sat down to write tonight
and I will not deny it.
I heard a breaking in my soul
as my mind just grew more quiet.
I felt my burdens leaving me
my life flashed before my eyes.
My body rested peacefully
I heard a babies cries.
My spirit floated aimlessly
there's no baby anywhere.
Then I looked inside of me
all I could was stare.
Crying out instinctively
was a child I didn't know.
As I stood there looking
I watched the child grow.
I heard peoples voices
they began to criticize him.
I began to weep
as I began to recognize him.
I saw everything he saw
I felt everything he felt.
I knew that he was broken
by the cards that he was dealt.
I tried to call out to him
to tell him I am near.
My calls went unanswered
and I knew he did not hear.
Tearfully I looked around
for someplace safe to hide.
I awakened from my sleep
and I took my place inside.
Knowing things unknown before
it's only I that can now see.
My life spent searching shadows
in hopes of finding me.
Edwin C Hofert
The morning broke pragmatically
As the warmth kissed the dew goodbye.
And the thunder clouds who haunted nigh
Had fled and left an open sky.
Where an aged thrasher voiced a song of love
That rained down from up on high.
The towered trees would cast their shade
As the Sun rose to melt the day.
And a breath of coolness came over me
To lead my soul astray.
And marvel at the many twigs and leaves
Still left from fall's decay.
A beguiling tiger lily lay at my feet
To mark its space from meddling spores.
And claim a right to live its life
As the victor of a callous Nature's wars.
But it brought me peace knowing of its bloom
Just like the day before.
A coppice wall stretched beyond the light
To give sense and realm to my domain.
And it served me well on weathered days
When subjected to a dreary sleeted rain.
But this pleasant morning would have none of that
So I had few reasons to complain.
A Man wavered at his assigned post
With a gaunt and haunting stare.
And mumbled tearfully as children do
Some long forgotten prayer.
But as to who and what the message was...
I was keenly well aware.
And the day wore on till night's first creep
With the laws of Nature well behaved.
But the thrasher still flew and spun its tune
Of a life so grand and brave.
And I took great comfort from its song of joy
As I lay peacefully in my grave.
The End
“How deep is your love, for me?”
Tearfully,
You asked me, my darling.
“An ocean,
as deep as my love for you, is yet
to be found!”
Was my reply!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
07 October 2015
Love hath tasted of arsenic lips
ground thy soul upon treacherous hips
opened vessels with anemic blood
bathed in a teared river of mud
yet loneliness fills a desires plate
tis the companion of Poe's fate
lips sparkled of potent ale
lovely neck a shade too pale
empty bottles of friendship lied
drunken souls hang head to side
looking for sadness as their pride
lest the poet's pen be his bride
etched in darkness, the devil's queen
horrid tragedy with beauty unseen
liquid scents perfume thy mind
splashing eyes tearfully blind...
Ghetto me be a bleating poor refugee,
albeit I’m Goshen rich in faith
Got a manger stall in the USA,
Pilate shepherd of the Cesarian peace
Time stamped stillborn delivery
tis iron Roman numeral four C
Furnace cast existence: bane brand bound
Babylonian condition, a marketplace sound
Fleeced heritage ... sob separated,
I am just the latest stolen cargo generation
being cerulean cloth asphyxiated
By legion overseers of an ungrateful nation
These pyramid gnash, link bled bones
twas being Pharaoh oppressed: Prey worked to death
in a Memphis factory plantation owned
Where noxious hate suffocate poverty-cuffed breath
Be daily double tasked in a graveyard shift
Those pale hearts so addicted
to the golden flask, err tilted
Drunk on power, they cull with a siren sift
O miry, downtrodden me ...
temporally chained to this wavy treachery
Verily, a wretched place for a black sheep —
such cotton weary misery!
So after four centuries of Cain deluge,
I do still tearfully seek
A rainbow ark sacred place of refuge
promised to the meek
It is a house
That was once a home.
Now with its eyes boarded up,
It has lost its heartbeat.
No longer does he hear
Her faltering fumbling with the key
When he has to visit.
Guilty memories are buried deep
Within him,just like his mother.
His sister tearfully packed the boxes,
Precious few treasures
Consigned to cheap oblivion.
Soon will arrive the house clearance people,
The necessary hyenas of a crowded modern life,
To leave no trace of her story
Save the little blot
Burned brown
On the third step of the stairs.
American Nero,
showering utter disdain —
Denigration downpour on pleb citizens
begging for pandemic crumbs
As the pestilent fire rages around
your virally tainted kingdom
Ghastly gladly,
you keep on fiddling
acid text madly
Dripping hateful words that burn
deep into the bipolar soul
of a divided nation
An enamel disrobed toga ethos
reveal naked desires
Sparking flames of cold pathos
American Nero,
a contemptible paper reign
is exit poll falling
Whilst the fire of pox chaos
contagiously spread
with spittle accelerant ease
This scorching hoax
raze any flagging, publican hope
Truth unmasked
do singe that gallows rumor rope
Fiery breath fiddler
kindling fear,
high up on that Ivory Tower roof
Tearfully playing the ill-fated fool madly,
as graven torch idolatry
lay fallow ‘neath ash liberty truth
It will be her first visit since the day we waved goodbye....
It is spring break !!
It was moving day several months ago...
that she wrapped her small arms around her Grandpa's waist, tearfully
Then turned to me with "I love you" from her small voice"
"I love you more"...I choked, with one last hug...
And then they were gone...
A white van, fully packed, we watched through blurry eyes...heading down the highway
A battered U-Haul, trailing behind.
But at last today is here!...Spring break!!
We are meeting half-way....
Between the two cities so far apart
We are picking her up, to bring her home......to have her smiles...for just awhile!
Her springtime visit, a school recess
There they are!! The meeting place we had arranged
And before we know it...she has hopped into our car
And once again...we are heading back home...her suitcases
Her stuffed animals...her smiles and chatter in the back seat of our car.
Lunch time....we must stop for awhile
That cozy diner, that sits out in no-where-land,
Along the stretch of the Interstate
A place filled with truckers and travelers like us...
The waitress shows us our booth
This child hesitates, ...looks between the two of us
Unable to decide....
"Who would you like to sit with, my love?" I ask.....
When the waitress returns...
Carrying our menus and three glasses of water ...
She is rather startled, as are the other diners..
To find three people tightly squeezed together on one bench
Yet across the table
The other bench remains empty....
Our beloved British Bulldog Bill
Our eccentric
Our stubborn
Our precious boy
Eleven years he gave to us
pure happiness and joy
When finally that day arrived
that dreaded day had come
For deep inside it felt just like
our hearts would break apart
and as he looked into our eyes
I’m sure that Bill knew too
~ Jim ~
Bill’s vet
he kindly came
to see Bill in his home
Our hearts would break
to take him there
Bill got so stressed ~ ’twould be unfair
As Jim arrived nurse at his side
Bill gazed at Jim as if to say
‘Well fancy seeing you today’
Then closed his eyes and gently lay
Jim sat awhile
as he explained
just how it all would be
and so we sat upon the floor
stroking and saying goodbye
Bill rest his head upon my hand
as his soul soared to Heaven up high
Gently closing his eyes ~ we saw Bill’s demise
with tears of love
with tears of sorrow
for Bill there would be no tomorrow~~~
Later that day
we walked by the sea
craving solace and tranquillity
then just like a gift sent from above
we saw the sweetest bulldog pup
we stopped
we stroked
we cried
we tearfully spoke of dear Bill’s demise
as even the owner had tears in her eyes…
~ but then our tears were tears of joy ~ as we turned to see her precious boy ~
Written with tears in my eyes 13th August 2020
Contest All Pets go to Heaven
Sponsor Constance La France
FIRST PLACE
Contest COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE 26
Sponsor Brian Strand
N/A
Every morning, when I walk under my cherry trees,
There is soothing breeze which awakens my senses,
The flash back of life events roll before my eyes,
I am sent in soul searching and search for the meaning of life,
Long ago, I came to USA with a suitcase full of clothes,
A few dollars which government allowed, lasted only half a month,
Tearfully I had to take a loan, with lot of hesitation,
Loan office quipped, “If you are not in debt, you are not an American”.
Years passed, took many loans, paid many,
Worked hard, made some money,
Family flourished, till all moved,
Now I am in an empty nest.
Now I get kissed daily by,
The passing breeze of awakening,
What good is life if it does not help anyone,
Needy need food, money to educate, keep them healthy.
When I sponsor few needy students to go thru college,
I am not helping just one, but generations to come,
When hungry get food, they become strong and get ready to work,
When sick gets better, their whole life sees wonderful future.
As for awakening, I am moving away from selfish life,
Wrapping up my earthly belongings,
Readying my one suitcase,
Never know when the call comes to leave the world.
Living the dream, in your teens, not hardly.
If you forever found yourself back in time
but with memories of all that is lost, and
find you cannot even locate your Valentine,
even with your good looks, shipshape body,
your countenance would become crestfallen.
Missing the moments, did you live them at all.
You’d recall son and daughter, grands and all.
Would life still be grand when the moon falls?
The sun rose on the shoulders of her or him.
You’d talk for hours about this and that on whim.
It is the life lived and the hope of heaven to claim.
So even when your loved one dies, they exist.
But, if you find time has reversed, while you rehearse
your memories, with tears no one cares about,
‘sissy girl or sissy boy,’ because those teens
can’t relate to your old soul in a unwrinkled body,
because gram and gramps are just old.
Suddenly, your back, excited at your limp,
bags under the eyes, and the grands
run into your arms, or grab the VR, who cares -
your back…your back..oh your back…
Still you do the heavy lifting of the rich at heart,
heartily, tearfully (why are you crying, kid asks),
Living your dream at sixty-something, remembering
everything…well, not everything, but you smile
because you're golden, and what matters is life’s kiss.