Cried Poems - Poems about Cried

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

When The Child Cried Out

In the early Winter morn, in the Seargent's footsteps,
They followed on the burned, barren earth,

A place so strange, but so familiar, he looked around,
A sign lies, on the naked land, "St. George Vill.", it read,

In a frenzy, he wondered at the town that made him,
Now buried in its own grave,

While his Comrades rested their tired

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 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

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

I only wish she hadn’t cried the tears meant for me while she burned under a merciless sun

I only wish she hadn’t cried the tears meant for me while she burned under a merciless sun,
hadn’t been the sheltering forest while her own bark turned to ash,
hadn’t stood like an unmoving mountain to lift me on her shoulders toward the blue skies,
hadn’t taken upon herself the dark clouds meant to cover me like

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

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

It didn't matter that you cried blood, like dew on the brow of a forgotten world

It didn't matter that you cried blood, like dew on the brow of a forgotten world,
it didn't matter that you cried tears, like hidden springs in the mountain,
it didn't matter that you loved too much, like a sun illuminating the earth,
it didn't matter that you loved with all your heart, like a tree stretching its

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

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

He CRIED Again

We all are familiar with the first CRY of Jesus
on the cross at Calvary. It was a one-theme CRY,
the likes of which we all often make. In our pain,
we question by asking God, "WHY?". Often, it is an
agonizing CRY but not always a quest for answers.

So it was with Jesus on the cross of Calvary

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

The Girl Who Cried Death

The Girl Who Cried “Death”

The most special woman
To ever walk this world, 
Well, she’s died quite young, 
This, I am told. 

For the ash in her breath
Echos screams, melts her death. 
And her lover screams out loud, 
But, I am told, she makes no sound. 

For in the cracks between dreams, 
She slips in between.

November 22

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

Oliver McKeithan

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