Cry Out Poems - Poems about Cry Out

My burning red raw, bloodshot eyes, strain expectantly, under reluctant skies, counting fingers, with tearful sighs, longing for sunbeams, that will defiantly prys, to open cracks in gray clouds, at sunrise. An eye soon cries when a spirit expires, lowering a curtain over its own demise, knowing that gray clouds, in soft disguise, conceal a heart, where a storm resides. We can’t grasp, retrieve,...

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A Mid-Summer Cosmic Awareness Cry The blue sky’s white clouds, once happy, became weary; Tears flowed slowly down until a blinking loud outburst occurred:- Following this occurrence, cloud teardrops began to fall faster; And later, it was like those clouds’ eyes became turned facets:- After a while, these flowing tears gradually came to a dampening halt; Light blue sky, white clouds,...

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If a picture is worth a thousand words so is a sigh or a groan A smile is worth framing forever laughter to give it backbone ...

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Like sand held in my hand, I know I squeezed too tight, Grain by grain you will drift away, And with wind take flight. I'll keep my hands wide open, I'm stepping to the side, So when you look about you, Your space is open wide....

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Dear Future Boyfriend I may not be perfect to love, Jealous when I see you with others, Sad when you come home late, Scared when you're not taking my calls— But every beat of my heart still whispers your name. Hey future boyfriend, I may not look bothered When you do things that hurt— That's because everything you do is not new. I'm used...

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Dear Future Boyfriend I may not be perfect to love, Jealous when I see you with others, Sad when you come home late, Scared when you're not taking my calls— But every beat of my heart still whispers your name. Hey future boyfriend, I may not look bothered When you do things that hurt— That's because everything you do is not new. I'm used...

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Longing For years Knowing Time's gone Never again to walk the same path You gave me the best part of myself ...

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Trudging down the same path Present equals past Red clay My problems outlast The runes have been cast Astray A delayed forecast Emotion outcast I failed ...

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Understand the wood Prioritize furniture Contemplate cushions I'm just lost in afterthought Theres just no room for my needs ...

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The world's opinions Are just regurgitated Like a young bird's meal ...

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'Both Sides Now' on YouTube Music by Joni Mitchell Poet's lyrics: Bows on solemn flower blooms and scented layers of flared perfume flow down rows of headstones and tombs. I've looked at death that way. But now I tend to ask God why people visit and freshly cry. We all know when loved ones die they rise on His stairway. I've looked at death from both...

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Those we love don’t go away, They walk beside us every day; Whether close or far, lead the way, So, what if it’s a weekend or a weekday? Until we stand at crossroads; Until we stand in contemplation. Do we both go north? Do we part? There’s so much temptation, But sometimes it's better to just let go; To live, to know, to understand...

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The river flows But not outside of me My body As much as I tell it It will not respond to my emotions As much as I cry inside It will not cry outside As much as I smile inside It will not smile outside...

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I am the voice Of the first breath upon this land. I am Aboriginal — And I have wept since 1788. When they came, With boots that crushed our soil, And eyes that did not see us As human. They called us beasts Because we danced with the wind, Because our skin kissed the sun, Because we spoke to the rivers And the stars knew our names. They...

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“Kiss me,” she says— her eye swollen, rimmed in red. “Hold me,” but not like that. Not with fear pressed into every rib. He doesn’t answer. Just slams the door. “He loves me,” she whispers to no one, eyes darkening with each retreating footstep. Years of apologies smear her reflection. Each bruise a disappearing act. “He’s just under stress,” she murmurs, twins curled at her breast like unanswered prayers. “I push him, really. He doesn’t mean...

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