Best Weep Poems

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...

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I'm named a willow tree and live in grace,
the whole of me distinctive in its shape.
My elegance well suits this lush landscape
of hillocks flung across the field I face. . . 
and gentle rills meander through this place.
In spring I don a long virescent cape
comprised...

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Sigh you wind whispering willows
Green sentinels of the ocean blue
Her feet edge no more the billows
Where canoes dock and salt sprays spew
Sigh for the loss of responsiblity
Sigh for the death of sensibility

See you not these cold, worn stones
That in their stoic composure stay
And water laps...

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- "I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free." - 
Michelangelo 


Among crimson flowers
and sunsets in brushed calendulas
My imagination will not be denied
even though I am scared and alone
among the fallen ribbons
Where grief is a heavy chain
Iron reflects on...

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'Willow Weep'

The willow
Tree
Is standing
There
Without a
Thought,
Without a 
Care.

Anchored deep
It hugs
The earth,
No hint
Of laughter
None of
Mirth.

It softly
Sways
In gentle
Breeze
That barely
Touches
Other trees.


With slender
Leaves
And branches
Long,
Its cooing
Now
A mournful
Song.

But why
So sad,
This stately
Tree
That stands
So tall,
And seems
So free.

What event
In ancient
Time
Now leads
Us to
Much metric
Rhyme,
Of weeping
Willows 
Crying softly,
Bearing sadness
Standing loftly.

A contradiction
This weeping
Tree,
That brings
Such joy
To you
And
Me....

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Each day another velvet petal fell
Like somber tears from weeping eyes
A perfect flower was severed to quell
It lay withering as it drooped and died
Perfect flower, from bud to bloom
Sweet-scented rose, it was no wonder
That stifled in that sepulcher room
You were enshrined, awaiting plunder
Sadness lingers in...

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Weep not for sins that are long past
For they are but a teaching tool
Those moments gone, no more to last
When you were but a silly fool!

With lessons learned, pray you move on
Vow to live well, be happy still…
With shadows of the past now gone
New purpose...

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As mist descended far and low, 
dark storm clouds stirred the sea. 
Upon the rocks a maiden lay, 
weep by the tide did she.
 
Fair English rose, her skin so pure, 
awash with salty dew. 
Now tarnished, long cascading hair 
once glowed a golden hue....

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words
are thoughts
that ink gives
life and makes me
write

thoughts 
falling
like sad tears
on white paper
weep

___________________
March 31, 2015

Poetry/Lanterne/words weep
Copyright Protected, ID 03-658-658-31
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France

Written for the Standard contest Lanterne
sponsor ?, Judged 04/2015

Third Place...

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When I was just a little girl unaware of life,
      Father would take me to the park with him;
I loved the pond and the sweet ducks within,
            Mother, father...

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such longing, such loving
sweet violins sing
where have you gone?
my true love, my light

violins ~ cry 
my soul to sleep
forever in memories
my broken heart weeps...

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I touch, the old weathered stone angels softly,
And stones, vine covered and tree shady,
All the names are engraved deep,
Sad sorrow to keep,
Forever.
Weep,
Oh mourner,
For all here that sleep,
Death and time, entwine and creep,
The dead, whispering to me sweetly,
I touch the old weathered stone angels softly.

__________________________
October...

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Do not cry, for I am with you still,
in everything you see and do,
in every gentle whisper of name.

The breeze upon the windowpane,
a sigh, in the darkest of time,
it’s not yours, but mine.

I hear you weep, please no more,
for I am just beyond the door.
Just...

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Oh Ye Poets, Weep Not!
(Apropos When Silence Is Betrayal)

To write of peace, love and beauty,
Would be what others think should be
The poets’ only duty;
Albeit, what we write, is like that of the dove;
Peace and love rendered from up high—Soaring
Within the oneness from God above—
Within the...

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Where the roses weep and flood the beckoned heart,
  where the world is idyll and dark;
  we feel too much to sit still and die forever
  and be no more...
  forgotten even to mythic angels
  who were there while we...

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