God, when the mother's cry
arrives—do You hear
the shape before the sound?
The phonemes of her grief,
or merely what they stir?
You hear
the way December hears a leaf:
as afterthought.
You frost
what begs for spring.
We are Your coordinates for cold.
I wrote you a letter
but the paper cried
before I finished
your name.
Tears dot the edge of her eyes
upon seeing how the tables have turned,
as the village a week ago by her side
now coerces her towards the pyre.
Silence shrouds the field
like a foreboding veil of fog
as each step she walks is dry cement
approaching the burning logs.
The she steps straight into the flames
a mask of nobility upon her face
as she prays with the fire licking her sari
that her love may conquer all.
The paper lay, untouched, unseen,
A silent note that might have been.
The soldier gone, the dawn so pale,
His story lost, a whispered tale.
The wind it sighed, the streets were bare,
A message drifted through the air.
Unclaimed, unheard, it slipped away,
A ghost of words that could not stay.
My arm I extend across to you toward the other end, will you hold my hand?
My heart writes songs for you, are you going to attend?
My eyes speak to you, do you comprehend?
Forgive me, I did not intend...
To my wounds I shall tend.
You were a dream, but I was one who could not apprehend.
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Kiss me loss me love me again
Just tell me where I need to be
You can use me all you need or want
I’ve gotten uses to being used and abused
But I like being the one that matters even just for an hour
This poem praises a father's resolve and strength during a trying divorce process
Divorce is a storm,
A whirlwind of pain,
but you are the anchor.
Brother; do not drift,
Do not break.
Your children,your focus,
Your reason to fight
Refuse to let the bitterness
devour you.
Hope,choose strength.
Be their rock,their shelter.
You will survive this together
Their father's love is their shield.
I put on my makeup and do my hair to feel beautiful.
I pick out outfits that make me look skinnier.
Even after doing this, I still never feel good-looking.
I go to sleep praying that I would be happy with my appearance.
No matter what I do,I still hate looking at my reflection in the mirror.
One thing I've realized is that, if I constantly pick apart my appearance, I'll spend the rest of my life being miserable.
My mind is a tough code to crack
A safe to many secrets and mysteries
And I'm a living paradox of everything
I feel fulfilled at the same time empty
Whether being ,happy and sad , sane and insane
I'm in the middle of every category created to divide individuals
Oh bewildering confusion, where do i fall in this maze
But as long as this living corpse breaths
All I can say all is well
A tissue within a gentle sob
Where it passes so deep inside,
A moment to clean her —
This heart in a hole called mine,
To let loose the rushing memories
To finally give in and fall apart —
Let a healing water to wash over
And purge this, my ailing start,
To drown every trace of the pain
To do nothing but to weep
That before the night has passed
I, at last, be allowed to sleep,
To bear the raging sledge before me
To shatter the shimmering glass
That the tears come flowing forth
And somehow cleanse the past.
~Tears stream unbridled from jammed doors,
~When love jolts once bottled glass.
You are blessed with a blessing
That someone once prayed for.
You are loved with love
That someone always begged for.
You are giving up on something
That someone is putting efforts for.
You are breaking a relation
That someone was crying for.
You are hating a person,
That someone could have died for.
You are living a life,
That someone always dreamt for.
A chill breeze blows in the ghetto
radiators silent -- empty cupboards rattle
Raw hands wince from the sting of snow
a chill breeze blows in the ghetto
A mother huddles with her brood in a drafty room
no heat emanates from the ice-cold moon
Their cries die in the wind-swept snow
~ a chill breeze blows in the ghetto
What if words all fail me
When it’s time for honoring your life
What if I’m left speechless
On that final day I say goodbye
I would want to show them
I would want to fall down on the floor
With such strong emotion
From a soul that’s raw and grieved and sore
But what if I can’t cry
What if the cut’s so deep
That I can’t even weep
And what if I can’t cry
What if the tears won’t come
And I am simply numb
What if I just stand there
Just empty wells where my tears ought to be
You deserve the biggest
The greatest show that anyone can see
What if I can’t cry
What if I can’t cry
When I Just have to say goodbye
STARVING SOULS
Here a tiny hand
Urging for help
Under the rubble
Crafted by conflict
Here a helping hand
Holds urging hand
Clicking hand lapses
Burying it breathless
Here a mother screams
Losing her beloved
A little hand
Can't be reborn
Here little sobbing eyes
Searching for care
Left abandoned
Losing his beloved
Here remain
Empty bowls
Starving souls
And mourning men
Here they cry
Their abode in rubble
Lives under them
Left in agony
There they lie
Calling it peace
Showering shells
Shattering lives
Olive leaf withers
The world watches
Specific Types of Cry Poems
Definition | What is Cry in Poetry?
Poems Related to Cry
sob, howl, lament, blubber, bawling, snivel, bawl, moan, groan, wail, sigh, grieve, mourn, weep, lament, sorrow, boohoo, shed tears,