Nature Cry Poems

"One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life. The word is love." Sophocles, Greek Poet 

How is the tender word love...

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O child of Mother Africa
The tortoise is still on the road
Realities cannot hold, dreams dying 
Hopes turn to ashes every day
Cry O Ghana, O Ghana

Rich...

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I was walking into a garden 
That resembles the Eden.
With flowers and fruits 
hanging by the grooves.
I looked to my right,
a pond with ducks hanging by the...

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By Poet "Tears are rain from the eyes."

Last night it rained~a very tearful God...

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Soul's laugh soul's cry
Soul's live soul's die
But what of the soul's of trees
Sipping soil in which we bleed

Nature uses our body to feed
Colorful tears shed...

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Have this rage.
From youth to old age
A world I hate
Horrible fate
No drugs ever gave me relief
My belief
Rage can make you fall
Loose all
Makes life sad
Being forever...

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If January was a person,
they would be a force of nature.
Relentless and unforgiving,
but also, beautiful and full of life.

January would be the type of person
who...

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Beneath the blanket of dreams, impenetrable nights, you have reason to cry,
Our bastions of hope are now but ruins and deserted streets,
The walls of the...

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A Cruel Twist of Fate

Silent rendezvous
Destiny’s cruel twist of fate
Lost chance forever


Love’s Chance

Whispered in the breeze
Meeting place but I’m alone
Love’s chance slips away


Empty Bench

Time slips...

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Nov. 19th,2012

A POEM

By: C.M. Charron





Reading the News



Opened, or Closed? 

Blue like a corpse?

or

Pink as a rose?

Under my clothes;

It all is exposed.

My self is discarded

along with...

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I have heard a hurt person say, 
if you knew what they did to me you would never forgive them. 
Hurt can run very deep...

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We wear a smile to hide,
the tears we wear inside.
Our laughter we have applied,
feeling it will be our guide.
Life is but a wild ride,
filled with...

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In the cold abyss, 
we beseech that we 
may not wither in and 
from our purchase. 

Even though we do not 
expedite ourselves and 
flow...

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It’s not sweet as the Asian koel’s song. 
The red-wattled lapwing voices its irrecoverable loss. 
The bird’s sorrow scalds the night.

It was brooding in the...

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Morning keeps transitioning into morning and daylight keeps shouting into my face, the weather is gasping for breath and the temperature is pulling sweat out...

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