Cried Poems | Examples

Tried And Cried

You tried, tried
And you cried
You never gave up
You found hope
As a last resort
Because you fought
Until the last drop of blood
Until the last shade of mud.

You are my angel, my hero
You refused to fall and to go
You cried, cried
And tried, tried
To succeed against all odds
You were strong and you wore pads
You tried, tried
And you cried.

Heroes cry too
And Angels cry too
You are a model to me
I respect your bravery
You are my inspiration
And my endearing passion
You tried and cried

And I too tried and cried.

Copyright © September 2025 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.

Take my hand

Yesterday you lied
Yesterday you cried
Yesterday you wish you died

Today you sit
Today you quit
Today you have no wit

Tomorrow you keep
Tomorrow you weep
Tomorrow you may even leap

Take my hand

I insist
Don’t resist
Let’s persist

Together we’ll band
Together we’ll stand
Together we’ll never land

Tonight I Cried

Tonight I cried.  
The silence after giving was louder than my music ever dared to be.  
Six cards, six names—none turned toward me.  
I asked why. The void answered with its back.

Tonight I walked into the open like a soldier with no armor.  
The wind was a warning. The world—cold, familiar.  
I pulled my hood like a curtain on a play no one watched,  
and met the only warmth in the arms of the dark.

Tonight I mourned the dream they stole.  
The boy who wanted to be heard, not hunted.  
I wept for melodies silenced before their chorus.  
For innocence—buried beneath their scorn.

Tonight I swallowed the fire and named it resilience.  
Do I burn for thirty more years, pretending it fuels me?  
Or do I smolder silently while Hell writes sonnets  
on the walls of my chest?

Tonight I stood. Shaking. Stubborn.  
Each tear a blade carving poems into stone.  
You hate me? Fine. Then fear this:  
I survived you.

Tonight I saluted your damnation  
with a spine forged in grief.  
Let your indifference rot in its own echo—  
I will still create.

Tonight I cried.  
But tomorrow,  
I sing.

I Cried in the Toilet

I cried in the toilet
because it was the only place
no one needed me
to be quiet and smiling.

I cried because
Howl smiled at me,
and something inside me
was too broken to hold the joy.

I cried
not because of anything
in particular—
but because
everything
was always
too much,
and nobody noticed
I never stopped trying.

I cried
with the water running
so no one would hear—
but not a single soul
was listening anyway.

And still,
I dried my face,
flushed the grief,
washed my hands,
and returned
like nothing had fallen out of me
at all.

My God Is Glowing

My God is ever glowing
Like the shadows in my mind
My God is glowing a thousand suns
A thousand times
Far across the hills and valleys
God cried the glory of His Son
I'll never forget the love You've shown
We all were loved by Your dear Son
Never underestimate the power of God
He'll keep us all in line
He loves us yes it's true
He plans our light to shine

They Cried Out To Their Maker

And the children cried out to their Maker
Bless us Lord, we receive Your loving peace
They all clamered  'round about Him
Singing and dancing, the Lord was pleased
They came upon a leper
His body wreaked, his eyes were dim
He dare not raise his eyes to Jesus
He was crippled but he really loved Him
Finally they left, the sun was low
There was chatter, good things had happened
They bragged how Jesus loved them so

Lost

I lost my beautiful dog today 
I lost my dearest friend 
She took with her 
a piece of my heart 
I’ll never feel again 

I know you’ll say 
there will come a day 
when your heart is filled with another
but you didn’t know 
my Chuli girl
A dog unlike any other 

I’ve never cried 
or felt inside
the way I felt with her
saying goodbye 
as I watched her die
and nuzzled my face in her fur

Now I’m back home
I feel so alone 
The silence is filled with tears
I miss her so
You’ll never know 
She was part of my very best years

HERE IS TO ALL THOSE TEARS YOU CRIED IN SILENCE

Here’s to the nights you didn’t say a word
Just let the tears fall unseen & unheard.
You smiled all day & then broke at night
Still woke up early & still chose to fight.

Here’s to the jokes you cracked through pain
The way you danced in pouring rain.
To hugging your pillow like it was a friend
And saying you're fine again and again.

To crying in bathrooms & midnight snacks
Talking to walls & and silent cracks.
Yet somehow still being the one they call
Holding the world while you nearly fall.

So here’s a toast to the strength you hide
The love you give & the tears you dried.
You made it through strong soul
And no one knows, but damn, you’re whole.

I Cried Out; Attempted Suicide

I called out to Death
And Death answered me
I cried out for his embrace
And he comforted me

I poured my heart out to Death
And he invited me to dine with him
For the two months I visited Death
I was at peace

I danced with Death and I felt free
Oh how i wished to dance with Death for all eternity!
To be one with him and to live with him
But alas, 'twas not to be

For the two months I was Death's guest
I never once thought of the ones i left distressed
Death had given me an escape from the mess
But looking back now 'twas not for the best

Through my waltz with Death
I caused more harm and no good
Never once looking back
Regret, a foreign taste upon my tongue

Now, Death's cold kiss is engraved on my neck
A reminder that dancing only leaves you with sore feet and a sore neck
A mark I will carry
Till the end of my days

My health, in shambles
My relationships, beyond repair
My self-esteem, in the gutters
And still all I can think of is 'my'

I have caused more harm than good
And learnt that dancing is best left for those called to dance
For I cried out to Death
And Death answered me

The Girl Who Cried Wolf Revised

She cried out for attention—was it really a game?
Or was it the only way they’d remember her name?
Her voice, an echo, lost in the night,
Drowned by indifference, swallowed by spite.

Her grandfather’s eyes, heavy with shame,
Saw only a liar—never the pain.
She was a burden, a whispered regret,
A shadow of sorrow he’d rather forget.

Lonely, broken, battered, and bruised,
A soul left to wither—discarded, misused.
Comparable to fruit left to decay,
Softened by wounds, wasting away.

But if they’d listened—if they had seen,
Would she still be trapped in a silent scream?
Or was she always meant to fade,
A ghost in the home where she was made?

November 22

November 22, 1963
I was in fifth grade
my teacher cried

Oliver McKeithan

Tears

Lately I've cried
tears filled up my eyes
rolling down my face
warmth from the wetness
purging the years of pain
cleansing out the grief,
now knowing I am good enough
no approval needed or points to prove
elated with joy emotional, but happy.

She Cried

He took her there most days
They rowed out to his small yacht 
They sat and drank take away lattes
She just cried a lot….

She was so full of sadness
Tormented by relentless fear
So very troubled
Her mind clouded and unclear

She liked it on the river
It gave momentary relief 
Life seemed a little clearer 
Though be it only brief 

She saw them in the distance 
Hoped they would come her way
Unbelievably without deviation
They were there without delay

Swimming underneath the small yacht
In water so clear and blue  
So close they were touchable 
He cuddled her and said,
“This is just for you”

The dolphins swam away….again without deviation
A direct path into the open water
She knew in her heart those majestic creatures
Had sought her…

The emotions they evoked in her 
Mere words cannot describe 
With heart and mind now smiling 
She sipped her latte
And just cried….

Abandoned

You sighed...  
... but none heard.  
You were angry,  
Met only with stares from innocent minds.  

... Then you cried  
In the mystique of the night,  
Muffled sobs escaping to the horizon.  

You longed for the company of a muscled arm,  
More than sympathy from tale bearers.  
You wished for a warm bed on winter’s morn—  
... but there was none.  

Like the runaway proverbial son,  
He abandoned you for another,  
Leaving in his wake four likenesses of himself.

I Cried out to You

God, I cried out to You,
But hear no answer, what to do?
I served You, but still I suffer,
As the pain weighs down like a boulder.

You are a just and righteous King,
But I feel my suffering brings.
No relief, no comfort, no peace,
It feels like a battle with no cease.

I cry out again, and again,
Please hear me, Lord, my pain is so plain.
Take away this weight from my heart,
Let Your light shine in the dark.

God is now listening, He has heard my pleas,
And He brings relief to calm my unease.
I feel a lightness in my soul,
A feeling of peace, my troubles now whole.
My doubts are lifted, my fears set free,
And I feel once more God's majesty.
Though the journey is long, and the road is tough,
I know now that God's love is enough.
For He is with me, through every trial,
And I will always seek His smile.

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