Best Weeped Poems
Dawn greeted me with warm amber fingers
as Autumn winds taunted cinnamon leaves
clinging to branches where life still lingers.
Seasonal changes bring strife; Nature's thieves
steal Summer's foliage, and each tree grieves.
By noon the saffron sun mourned for those lost,
Ginger tinged leaves, riven before first frost.
Pumpkin hued leaves spread across umber Earth
lay in slumber. How I weeped in sorrow
for those trees who had proudly given birth.
They stand as headstones, no hope to borrow
for their felled offspring to rise tomorrow.
One last cleaving leaf drifted to the mire.
Crimson was the sunset, ablaze in fire.
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September 24th, 2017
Autumn Rhyme Royal
Host: Dale G. Cozart
required words:
amber~cinnamon~saffron~ginger~pumpkin~umber~crimson~fire
Categories:
weeped, autumn, sad,
Form:
Rhyme Royal
His heart overflowed with tears
As he watched her sleep
She was so frail and thin now
His inner being weeped
Together and in love since teenagers
She was ninety now….he ninety two
She was dying and the end was near
They knew what they wanted to do
She opened her eyes
Met his eyes and smiled
“Cup of tea my sweet ?” he asked
“It won’t be a while”
They sipped their tea slowly
Then lay down together in their bed
He cradled her in his arms
Kissed her gently on her forehead
She whispered “ l love you and will forevermore”
He softly echoed the same words
They kissed tenderly on the lips
Smiling they closed their eyes….not another word was heard!
They were both gone ……
Categories:
weeped, age, life, love, together,
Form:
Rhyme
A Garden rejoices when it envisions colourful exquisite blooms everywhere filling the empty spaces.
Lush green grasses are the attire it adorns and flowers become the embellishers.
Even a sad heart would feel enlightened & placid by visiting flowery garden.
In my heavenly serene garden.. once I sat and admired myriad flowers widely seducing the butterflies and bees through its aromatic succulent nectar and pollens..
They were all enjoying their appetizing feast.
At the same time..
I also noticed a pink hibiscus bud curled like a baby not wanting to bloom,preferring to remain a virgin..!!
I keenly observed as the butterflies were trying to kiss the petals and black bees constantly humming tunes to arouse it.
The mother hibiscus did not bother
Instead kept preparing herself to wither as her time was over.
The tiny bud wrapped the petals tight, covered her face and thoroughly weeped cogitating about losing her mom shortly and simultaneously scared by her predators who were competing around to conquer her heart.
Witnessing the struggle there climbs a saviour ant with his warrior team to save her from the trouble.He reaches to stimulate the tip & guarantee her that she will be safe and consoled her to stop worrying unnecessarily.
In few minutes competitors flew away and the bud was free from fear.
Visitor ants said "cheers" and left .
Mother flower bid good "bye" and shrivelled..
As the little one slowly unwrapped her petals to look at her world ..
A tear drop, up from the sky fell upon finally to deflower her.
She being fragile, now bloomed to be the most attractive flower in the garden.
I stood up went closer ,smiled at the blossom captured a picture and conveyed my first good "Hi."
28-7-2020
Second place in the contest.
Note:Petal, buds, blossoms, bees, birds, butterflies!
Poetry Contest.
Sponsored by Silent One.
Categories:
weeped, beautiful, fear, flower, fun,
Form:
Free verse
i am my mother's daughter
a little bit flighty
kind of a tomboy
feminine and ladylike
when you want to be
counting on my hand
the times i saw you in a dress
or put blush on your cheeks
and reddened your lips
or caught you at your very best
i must confess
i like you better laid back
in comfort
in a t-shirt and jeans
and the way you're always
happy and laughing
at the funny life you've seen
or the way you smell
of double mint
old gold cigarettes
jovan white musk
puts me in a nostalgic
angelic spell
and how we started out rough
but stood strong and gruff
because old mule skinnin'
grandpa jean
built you tough and
gave you a streak of mean
and you with little kylie marie
brings pools of old
thought forgotten memories
of you and me
in a little wagon red
telling me stories
before time of bed
tugging loose your hairs
of grey mixed with
blonde and brown
that grew on your head
when your hair was still long
and mother lets
always keep with us
the hurts and sorrows
you made me discuss
after school,
when i cried and weeped
long sobs hard and deep
but you always gave me hugs
that helped my carry on
even when i knew
i did not belong
put myself together
when i was a mess inside
wipe my tears away when i cried
all the times i fell down
you picked me up
you brushed me off
dragged me to a safe place
no matter what kind of disgrace
i've brought upon you
you've tested true
showed me the good things i can do
thank you mom for the life you gave me
fought with me and for me
the way that you raised me
and made me
accepted my quirks
and how in so many ways
we are alike and different
but more the same
i am your daughter
and proud and glad it's true
a little flighty
with a tomboy's grace
pretty green eyes
and heart to match my face
soft feelings i can hide
with my tough irish pride
all i can do is say thanks
for doing all and everything it takes
to make me just like you
i am my mother's daughter
so proud and glad it's true!
love you momma
cheer up, this too shall pass
your daughter,
jenny lynn
Categories:
weeped, daughter, hope, life, love,
Form:
Mommy had a cold, now Dragon has it too. Oh woe is me! Woe to you, too!
Fire’s dribbling, fluidly from his eyes, as lava flows, in a nasty watery goo.
Coughs shoot in fireballs, as he coughs, with a non-tiring, and bitter croup.
Even his little bum, found itself, with the same un-erring problem, it’s true.
OH… ME… OH… MY… WHATEVER ARE WE TO DO!!!!
The house has finally imploded, so we have him floating on our big lake.
Hoping to bring his fever down, the water’s boiling, heavily in it’s wake.
So we’re now hosing water, from the shore, to cover him, in a soothing flow.
But now, the lava’s building an island of floating fire, in a bright red glow!!
OH… ME… OH… MY… WHATEVER ARE WE TO DO!!!!
But Mommy won’t be stopped from comforting her widdle, bitty Dragon Man.
So I rowed out sitting in an ice filled boat, as we had a brilliant, big, game plan!
I waas putting ice on his forehead, as others are trying to row out more, to me.
But the ice was instantly catching fire as it hit his forehead. Oh NO!! Woe is me!
OH… ME… OH… MY… WHATEVER ARE WE TO DO!!!!
Surprisingly! Singing to him, has put him soundly, and amazingly fast, to sleep.
So now I called the Vet, to save my widdle Dragon Man, as I soundly weeped!
But much to my surprise, Grandpa Troll and the Vet steadfastly, did totally agree.
Dragon’s in no trouble, for you see, fire is a kinda, Very Normal, Dragon Thing!
OH… ME… OH… MY… WHATEVER ARE WE TO DO!!!!
WHAT! You’re kidding! I said in Alarm! He’ll be fine? So just let him sleep?
But NOW he’s blowing fiery bubbles that are floating off high, into the air!
And every time he hiccups, they’re getting bigger! Do what? What did you say?
Get a gun!! OH, to shoot them from the air? And he should be fine by morning?
Honestly, a Momma’s job is never done, as the fever did finally pass at dawn.
As we exhaustedly, all took Dragon home. Well, to what was left, of it, that is.
But Momma had her widdle baby Dragon back, and that was ALL we did want!!
My prayers were finally answered! So Dear God! THANK YOU!! and AMEN!
Written by Carol Eastman 4-8-2016
Categories:
weeped, caregiving, fantasy, fun, funny,
Form:
Light Verse
Stared me with eyes of gold......Sun radiated from my heart
Two hearts crashed towards each other
A heaven was created
"I never want to see you ever again"
My heart weeped,
Terror and war,
Suddenly disastrous floods attacked;
aching nerves.......dust turned to soot,
"Gone"
in the desert of my solitude;
Reflected my heart to find you fertile plated;
The shadows of your voices....The mirage of your lips
"Self Denial"
The only true love written on my heart,
My heart fought with my soul
I don't need you
The war have to end
The truth..Inside i know you are the painkiller,
You are the plague in my heart
Elizabeth Lepapa for Me against me contest by
Categories:
weeped, loveme, heart, heart, me,
Form:
Limerick
Just an acknowledgment
of what you meant to me.
When no one else was there,
you believed in me.
When others around deceived,
you wiped my tears,
You, weeped with me.
When life was hard, you showed me.
The wisdom you
Knew to mold me.
When heartache had bestowed me,
you held out your
Hands to hold me.
When the load was to heavy to bare,
you helped me.
Face my worst fears.
Your presence is still felt, in many ways.
Your granddaughters reflection
Keeps my spirit & faith..
Now being a mother, I truly understand.
The sacrifices, you.made, commited to
Support, guidance & love at hand.
The greatest love, I've ever received,
my departed mother
Whom I still grieve.
Although the years have swiftly passed,
the memory of your
Love will never surpass.
Etched inside is my sincere love &.thanks
To be blessed, with a mother,
gone, to fast.
Categories:
weeped, mom,
Form:
Rhyme
They clapped a clock
At noon today.
Some gave applause,
Some yelled "Hooray"
Some others weeped,
They shed a tear,
We no longer
Big Ben will hear.
For four long years
Silence will reign
In Westminster
But there's no pain
Busses will pass
MPs will sleaze
Time will just pass
Like a summer breeze
What will the Beeb
Do 'fore the news
Just shout six bongs?
Give us a clue!
And at midnight
Will there be nought
Instead of chimes,
Just silence caught?
It's not the end
As some would say,
Sobbing, wailing,
Grieving away.
It will be back,
In a few years,
So stop grieving,
Give it three cheers!.
Its just a bell
that makes a "dung"
It's not yet war
with Kim Jong-un.
There's so much more
We need to fix
So just forget
Big Ben at Six.
Categories:
weeped, change, emotions, funny,
Form:
Free verse
It was a cloudy day in march...
The sky was blue, gray,
Hot sun outside, within.
How statue like he stood,
In the early march wind.
He stood, he stood,
How statue like he stood.
Bare naked on the sands,
moist tears ducts,
sundryed, bound feet.
How statue like he stood.
A voyage done,
rusted anchors weeped,
strange faces big guns.
How statue like he stood.
Fading sounds, mangled,
knotted thoughts, screams within.
How statue like he stood.
Wintered in the moment
of the early march wind.
He stood, he stood.
How statue like he stood.
By
Jay JOHNSON
Categories:
weeped, recovery from..., march,
Form:
Lyric
It glided amidst the war,
Having a glance at a falling tsar,
It was a muse of the lost poets,
An inspiration for lost artists...
It believed in no god,
Evil rested on its feathers,
Laughing at its own mediocrity,
Facing death lied the curiosity...
Behold! The falcon is struck,
By a lightening unknown,
It once again glided amidst the winds,
To fall on the mire with burnt wings,
Death awaits in its eyes,
To the falcon it was never a surprise,
A tear crawled on the tip of its beak,
As it emptied its emptiness with that leak...
Lo! The falcon is dying,
With agony and proud, it's smiling,
The Death weighed its soul,
To pull its soul out, it seeks a hole,
The words in the poet's diary weeped,
The colors in the artist's art leaped,
Lo! The falcon is dead,
The tear on the beak wept,
Death walked off on its soul's carpet,
For the falcon forever slept.
Categories:
weeped, art, death,
Form:
Imagism
When the heart seeks understanding
When the heart shows true passion
Yet aware, taking the gift of caring
"with a dull ear"
In a distance
The blade glistened
as your package arrived on time
Say they "a madman to degree"
To lose thy hearing for thee!
Yet left behind
a masterpiece
"can you hear me"?
She screamed,
She weeped....
Thanks for mentioning Van Gogh in your write today, John R. ~I did something with it! :)
Categories:
weeped, lonely, loss,
Form:
Free verse
Me, I'm just part of mother earth
I'm just a little particle
At least mother earth knows I'm worth
Me and other particles
We make up her ground
For purity it is, it's found all around
For millions of years
We absorbed so many things
Decaying plants and flesh
In daily life it brings
Then the day arrived
With the experiments of man
Creating what was never here
Was it in their future plans
I can still recall the day
Seeing a fluttering near me
It was so white, drifting like a leaf
But I couldn't picture the tree
Beside me it lay
Not for long, just a couple of weeks
Here, then it was gone
Us particles no longer weeped
The fortunate in us lived on
Living many, many years
But this day I'll always remember
Us particles choked, and lingering tears
Generations now have passed
The same colour, white like the paper
This time it never left
Mans creation, who cares, their caper
Categories:
weeped, fear, life, nature, sad,
Form:
Rhyme
Defined by struggle.
I've learned to endure.
To persevere.
I've been battered. broken. torn.
But i'm not afraid of what's in store.
Not anymore.
I will not lose hope.
I cannot lose sight.
I've gained the strength through the years that I need to endure.
My heart's been scorned.
I cannot erase the past where I have weeped and I have mourned.
But today I will move forward.
I won't let you kill me.
I won't be held down.
You will no longer grip me around my throat.
I will not lose hope.
Clearing my path.
It's time for me to have the last laugh.
Looking to see what is ahead of me.
I won't be blinding by inability.
The strength inside of me will lead me in the right direction.
Stand aside and watch as I put your false perception of me to rest.
My darkest hour has passed.
I'm finished with your tests.
Everyday a struggle.
God I know that you are not finished with me yet.
But when my time comes I will have zero regrets.
My life is defined by struggle.
Perseverence.
I won't give up.
Categories:
weeped, passion, uplifting, visionaryme, me,
Form:
Lyric
Thy Heavenly Father You listened,
You were there for me last night, as I sat and weeped,
Thy Heavenly Father you heard me, as I crumbled in tears from deep within,
Thy Heavenly Father, you held my tear shed face, as I let go, in my own private holy space..
Thy Heavenly Father you listened, I repented onto your patient, caring, heart, you held my hands, gave me the strength needed to give my troubles onto you, in the darkness, I found a beautiful light, you helped me get onto a path, that is straight and narrow, for I am a child of God, you guided, walked beside me, so that I can someday live with you for eternity..
Thy Heavenly Father, you gave me strength, to stand on my own again, I can't believe it's you, can't believe it's true, you held my hand when it was cold, you picked me up from my fall, you gave me strength to face the world out on my own again..
Thy Heavenly Father, you listened to me, you needed me, and I need you, you were there..
Thank you..
Categories:
weeped, africa, butterfly, christian, confidence,
Form:
Ballad
Tying the little letter with the softest green ribbon,
I tucked it safely inside a large tree, the one she often leaned against in the park.
A few days passed, I eagerly awaited her return. Often I visited in her quaint little home.
She was alone in more ways than one, in the dark her heart was heavy, her mind
plagued with demons of adversity.
I stood at her door longingly as she cried into her cushions.
A week had gone, she ate very little. She just couldn’t bring herself to leave that dark room.
The rain came down hard that day, gushing down the rooftop, streaming down her window in a rage.
Worn and exhausted she opened the curtains to gaze out at the little park.
She could see not one tree through the streaming waters, and I thought she would break down in sobs again.
Instead I saw a soft gleam in her eyes as she quickly slipped on her coat and made her way out the door.
At last (I smiled) she had found the strength to return to her favorite spot,
even with the weights of melancholy clamping onto her every being.
She walked calmly though noticeably distraught. It's as if she were entering the Gates of End;
Her hands reaching for the tree till at last she clutched it and weeped in agony.
This was my last chance, I knew. She was saying goodbye to her beautiful park.
Those beautiful trees— her only haven amidst the glare of the world!
She was begging for relief, for the end, so with my hand, I wafted the wind one last time, vigorously.
Out of the hollow of the tree popped the note, dry and unscathed.
She stared at it curiously for a while, then sheltered it gently in her heavy coat.
I could only watch and wait and hope.
She looked around as if expecting this note to be for merely another
but I knew deep inside her soul that she understood. It was always meant for her.
-words by Laura B
Categories:
weeped, angel, appreciation, beautiful, beauty,
Form:
Narrative