Best Weeping Poems

                Oh, weeping willow - friend to me
                enchanting thee shall always be.
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Heavenly realm of the weeping willow,
Its eyes dare not shed a tear of sorrow.
Arms down, it stands, with solemn grace,
As the wind of rumor caresses its face.

Beneath its branches, green leaves sway,
As if to beckon life's display,
A silent observer, it stands strong,
Watching...

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Still Weeping

Original poem - Verse - June 8, 2013

Many came with flowers,
rainbows of roses and lilies,
solemn people came and went.

And then it was quiet,
the white snow fell upon me,
as I lay waiting in my eternal peace.

In a low voice father spoke,
with tears so fondly all...

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Weeping Willow

The way your toes curl when you first wake up, yes I have been there to see this.
The way your nose wrinkles as you start to laugh, to this also I have been witness.
You twirl your hair and click your teeth when deep thoughts...

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The weeping willow is outside you see
Even though it is beautiful it wasn't meant to be,

Our willow is huge and hangs to the ground
When the wind blows you hear it all around,

It's beauty is timeless and very much alive
But, on a sad note it is...

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The weeping willow wept and withered.
Lovers swore their love, carving hearts.
Initials replaced her perfect bark. 
Pains of loves or lost loves embarked.
Each time young lovers sat beneath her bows,
She watched kissing and tender touches.
Then, out came the knife … OUCH!


44 words
5/20/2017
Written for ONE of FIVE-70...

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Arrow's echo

bouncing off birch trees

capturing sound in it's wind:

blue birds at the screaming peak of hunger,

rustling of ants with the last haul of insects before winter
down deep into quiet tunnels of perfectly rolled soil and sand,

the singular first drop of rain on a crackling red...

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oo   weeping willow   oo
oo   why do you mourn so   oo
oo   laden with inconsolable sorrow   oo
oo   tears of woe overflowing in soft moonglow   oo
o  incognito on tiptoe to and...

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Part Three of the Sixth poet honored
(Emily Dickinson) in famous poets dedication series

(3.)

From Weeping Tears, No Longer Shall Joy Find In Heart Anything

Creeping thick fog has dimmed my view of morn's resplendent lake
so dreary is life's sorrows, more than this sad soul can take
yet tomorrow...

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Sitting under this Weeping Willow 
tree, I think of yesterdays gone by.

The special times I spent with my 
Mom and Dad, I reminisce and cry.

They're no longer here, God took 
them to a better place, away from
me.
Mom said," If I ever leave, look for
me in...

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Written: January 03, 2024
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Wrenching writhing
of capacious weeping willows
In a dubious dream vault
I felt spurred to seek safety
from scorching sun
subsequently, in confusion,
I broke into a wide smile
that reverberated within
an...

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For thousands of years, ice giants were sleeping.
But now, these dense “blue ice” glaciers are weeping.
Warnings that in many ways bear repeating.
Global climate change speeds glaciers’ retreating.

In Alaska and Glacier National Park,
The melting of ancient glacial ice is stark.
Half the world’s glaciers – in Land...

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How I take pride when you come to my side 
You can't stay away, and I sway as you play
Running your fingers over my peekaboo veil of lace
My emerald covering of grace…
I tremble as you sigh as you cry…your soul dry
Falling, crumbling, crawling...
to that place...

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The tall
                                        Weeping willow
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Come sit awhile with me
Love is a serenade of the soul
a harmony that never grows old.Quote ~ poets own
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Won't you come and sit awhile with me
here beneath the weeping willow tree
Take a rest and let your mind be free
of pain, distress and anxiety.

The...

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