Best Weeps Poems

From far I hear the strains of a mournful melody
It flows from a violin whose strings are about to break
As the violin sings, the night carries the music along.
The notes tremble, the strings vibrate as under grief
It makes such deep tremors in my heart.
Its mournful...

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The Willow did not always weep,
in summer sun and breeze.
But sorrow once did quickly creep,
amongst the bark and leaves.

For long ago a maiden fair,
would bask beneath the tree.
Each day as she had rested there,
the tree would always see.

The beauty of her freckled face,
the softness of...

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within the parting of titian stained skies
a wisp of crimson elapses from sight
as a gossamery wind amplifies
lullabies falling limpid in hushed night

beneath the willow, i watch as it weeps
then cradle myself in its fragile limbs
'tis there that most forgotten memories seep
as the salty spray of...

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In autumn's brisk crimson
she weeps for summer.
September courts her
with scarlet and fire,
but xanthic plains
and sun's saffron blush
on cobalt lakes
stain her cheeks.
She'll sleep
in winter's bereft cloister,
the lambent trickle
of peach orchards
seeping into her dreams,
memories embossed
on a gold-stained pillow....

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Milton Creek Weeps
There's a kind of hush over Milton Creek
All residents are in shock and they weep
For gambler Milt who's no longer around
The kindest ever to have graced the town.

To honour Milt the Creek has been renamed
Look down from heaven Milt 'cause you're proclaimed
For friendships...

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Every day she comes to visit her,
lifts the spoon to her thin lips.
Quietly she sleeps, silently she weeps.
Life arrested in its waning grip.

Every day she comes with hope
that something in her changes.
Silently she weeps, quietly she sleeps
The memories time rearranges.

Every day she comes and wonders,
will...

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The majestic Statue of Liberty has stood with dignity for many years.
She has been a Beacon of Hope for the hopeless seeking new frontiers.
She weeps with joy welcoming new immigrants to her shores.
Alas, she weeps tears of sorrow seeing young soldiers off to wars.
How she...

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Bold and beautiful she soars high
               her wings towards the open sky
            September the 11th, a day of mar
 ...

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Unblemished vellum
Begs the Imagist's pardon:
Forsake not my skin -
Complete my chaste nakedness
With threads of dappled spectra...

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Aloha Weeps 

Aloha weeps
In waves of grief
Pounding on a windswept beach
To grieve the loss of gracious footsteps
That gently walked upon its sand
Where the waves that tickled her heart
Now carry a plumeria lei
Beyond the horizon.

Pele mourns
Her adopted child
Whose fiery imagination 
Flowed like lava in poetry
To build...

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I wonder why the willow weeps.
What sadness does she know?
I wonder if she sadly sleeps
As she dreams of long ago?
Could the winter be the reason,
For a willow likes the spring?
Yet regardless of the season
I suspect a different thing.
For once a caller stayed awhile,
And still the...

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He Weeps
     By Dane Smith-Johnsen

Holiness harnessed haughtiness.
Heaven's honor hallows humans. 
Heavenly hopes happily hail.
Enemies, earnestly enchant.
Endless errors evoke evil. 
Exhilaration empowers.
Wait with God while wild wiles weaken.
Whisk away wrath and wretchedness.
Weep whenever wonder withers.
Enemies endeavor evil.
Empathy erases errors. 
Exalted ethos enlivens
Endure....

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I feel left bare
naked of charm
the mystery of me
when in fullest delight
as left a shiver
so quick as the fall of the night.

My fruits that fed,
shelter to the storm,
the hidden lovers, undiscovered,
and their laughter upon my throne.

What of me now?
as winter as called,
no lovers delight,
to rest...

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As Dawn Weeps Its New Fall

To the old fallen barn 
where fine horses once stayed
Life spins its never ending yarn
through an old vanishing parade.

Within your rotting boards
termites eat long dead trees
Life existing in massive hordes
busy as busy honey bees.

Empty stalls, once held more
now upon wide...

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In the ethereal domain 
Ascended masters we revere are seen
Thus soul’s ascension seems endless
Is the clear knowing from this that we glean

We are as yet in a primitive stage
Myriad fears and desires still bemuse
Awareness stuporous, we flounder in darkness
Falling prey every time, to ego’s ruse

Of...

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