Best Tears Poems
Porcelain chalk white mask
moves with silence of mime
that hides a lovelorn face
moonstruck by orbs of light
with shadows to embrace.
Porcelain chalk white mask
a cloak of much disguise
hides from the world a heart
that has lost its amour
and yet, performs for art.
Porcelain chalk white mask
a jester, clown, for all
veils verbal tongue held still;
liminal space for words
lest written by a quill.
Porcelain chalk white mask
masquerades as muted
gestures on staged display
hides tumbling diamond tears -
Pierrot to portray …
surrendering
reflective puddles
of rained regrets and sins
I offer my humility
the only gift I can give.
Susan Ashley
September 2, 2018
~ First Place ~
Premiere Contest: Pithy Pants
Sponsor: Maureen McGreavy
When I lay me down to sleep,
And cry the tears that sinners weep;
To speak the words of a contrite prayer,
And know that someone listens there.
He cares for sheep that have gone astray,
Who willfully wander their own way;
They vex the pride that hides within,
And drink the bitter cup of sin.
The web of lies and dark deception,
Lie in defeat of Light’s conception;
To capture all and destroy life,
With passion’s fire and human strife
We need to plant the gospel vine,
Where evil rules and saints repine.
While martyrs lead with ransomed prayer,
With hope for life that tarries there.
Blood that was shed on Calvary,
Set slaves of transgression wholly free.
So we rise from the grave to seek reward,
Giving praise to our risen Lord.
On earthen shores are treasures
Of love, of joy, of life
A family's forever bond
The children, Husband, Wife
Treasure troves of memories
Within' these earthen treasuries
The blessed earthly life of years
And yet, can break, and rush to tears
The tears like diamonds fall like the sands
Lift them Father, within Your hands,
The broken hearts in sorrows weep
And in Your love, please. Father, keep
Those washed in tears sweet memories
Flows from earthen treasuries
Comfort the broken, draw close and near
Drying, every diamond tear
Amen
Wind whistling through the weeping willow tree
Its teary leaves drip silently into the fast flowing river
They float freely dancing in the dappled daylight
Caught in the rustic reeds they plan their escape
10th December 2014
Cherokee Tears
ceremonial drums' rhythmic heartbeat
impassioned tribal chants
echo in Smoky Mountain mist before dawn
tortured spirit of an ignoble president
Andrew Jackson seems imprisoned here
haunted by wailing ghosts of tribe members
too old to meet Jackson's mandate
rise up, carry all you own
except your memories, your hopes
abandon graves of your ancestors
trek the "Trail of Tears" to a barren land
restless are the rising souls
natives who passed the pipe, welcomed whites
campers still report sightings
spirits walking and wailing from dusk till daybreak
specters bearing blood-spattered treaties
mingle in the Smoky Mountain mist
created by Cherokee tears
*Written November 20, 2018
For Line Gauthier's "Tribute to Native Cultures"
Upon waking up this day, a single tear
Father your eternal immortality
Still proves wise and gracious
I haven’t been misled by popular opinion
Which should be taken with a grain of salt
You showed me how to expose the counterfeits
who foster misperceptions,
Which have shaped our faith
How to think with an open mind, heart, and soul
Father, your every word was a rare gift
A worth guide__
A teardrop of glad remembrance and a
Prayer for your soul
The desired Anti-Christ will have disciples
followers who carry guns and rifles
It's not known if they believe the lies
though evidence is before their ears and eye's
No matter who says it's not right
they want their way or else they'll fight
Their minions cower beneath in fright
counting votes beneath the light
Fearing not the Lord above
But paying homage to what they love
Truth and honor cannot exist
as long as their will we must resist
sence when is lyng an art
sence when did judges set not apart
sence when are laws set aside
or our Oath no longer a matter of pride
When the call is made to call a spade a spade
Dispight concerns of parties praise
And true Justice we find delayed
By lame dicisions a court has made
History eventually show hero's and villians
Heaven judges the wills of those forgiven
They seldom repent and reguard "not now"
They will not relent or disavow
They follow their lord with supplies of lies
Even though Providence and truth are near by
Don't they know it's just a matter of time
And Hell will not wipe one tear from their eye's
Leave you my tears?
I think you already own them . . .
They sparkle in dew on the grasses,
on your windows they cling to look in;
They see you with someone else laughing
And wonder if the joke is on them?
Days past they would have been with you,
Laughter's jewels alive in my eyes,
But tonight they beat on your windows;
Instead of bright smiles, they weep sighs.
Leave you my tears?
In the rain they pour down from heaven,
They run down your walls to the ground.
They gather in rivers about you;
Don't you sense me when you are storm bound?
How you step on my heart when you walk out
With somebody else on your arm,
Playful like kids in spring showers,
Unaware of the heart you have harmed.
Leave you my tears?
If I could wrap them up in a present,
give them all to you at one time,
My tears would make you an ocean,
Sink your ship on the sea of your crimes
My tears . . . to me they are holy,
They tell of the heartbreak I've known;
You never knew how to treasure
The love that bowed at your throne.
I leave you my tears . . .
Faye Lanham Gibson
Copyright, September 5, 2014
as the heavens cry
tears slip between each petal
the earth breathes new life
03/05/2018
Cold,
numb
In my
deep depths of
vanished existence
Runs in darkness without a goal
I never resting, goes in opposite directions
Unknown in wilderness without qualification, even tears freeze to ice crystals
03.01.2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Writing Challenge January, 2019
- Poetry Contest -
Sponsored by: Dear Heart
Fibonacci : 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21
1st place in the contest
Poem of the Day: 05.01.2019
"Alas! The lessening light, the worsening my plight-
My face- a somber expression..." excerpt from
*a poem by Just That Archaic Poet
The summer of my laughter’s passed;
my happy skies grow overcast.
No meadowlark is singing here.
The winter of my tears is near.
In vale of shadows, sun hangs low.
I sojourn now where chill winds blow.
Into November’s gloom I peer.
The winter of my tears is near.
Before I meet eternity,
a snow shall come and bury me,
Its brilliance - anguish soon will mirror.
The winter of my tears is near.
The summer of my laughter’s passed.
The winter of my tears is near.
I see the future
in the constellation of my crystal tears
as you siphon the sparkle off what’s left of my joy.
Heavy is my heart where you spread your composting ego
sacrificing my fire.
Your unwillingness
to ascend from darkness
on wings of breath and light
is not lost on me..
as you strut your fan of peacock plumes
snuffing out any hope
for my flickery flame.
Susan Ashley
July 19, 2018
~ Third Place ~
Contest: Any July 2018 Poem
Sponsor: Dear Heart a.k.a. Broken Wings
~ POTD ~
July 21, 2018
Tears...I fall apart.
The sun lingers at my window...
one final attempt
to melt the pain within my heart.
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Contest: Quadro
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Placed 1st
© 12th January 2017
The Quadro Form by Nette Onclaud: a
4-line verse with 5/8/5/8 syllable count,
lines 1 and 4 rhyming.
Thinking memories back in my childhood
Only the meaningful ones I recall
I have so many, some bad and some good
Camping in winter, spring, summer and fall
Biking and hiking through paths made of dirt
Playing my most favorite sports- baseball
Rolling down mountains, grass stains on my shirts
So shy was I, so very soft spoken
Flirting with schoolgirls in short mini-skirts
I still have that amusement park token
Hanging in arcades with some of my peers
My first girlfriend- she left me heartbroken
Remembering...I find myself in tears
So many memories, all of my years
Terza Rima Form Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
11/25/2020