Love Crying Poems | Examples
These Love Crying poems are examples of Crying poems about Love. These are the best examples of Crying Love poems written by international poets.
For Steve with Love
your feel
still comes
to me
when I
recall
our love
filled years
our shared
passion
goes on
inside
my heart
though gone
are tears
decades
went by
while I
cried ‘why
did you
so choose
to die’
I know
in time
we will
unite
where love
feels no
good-bye
Streaming like the rain outside
The windscreen wipers working like
My heart and chopping onions stuff
A testament to will the good of another
The kids are in the back and can't see what's going on
Soaring, tumbling, freewheeling in the driving seat
I think of my wife and when we first met
She was always running late
As I was shoegazing on the corner
I needed a parrot sidekick
High on Belgian waffles and coffee
A hip new sensibility
The dash cam records the journey
Join me on my magic carpet
Grant me three wishes
Give me some tassel
In the Maghreb
I'll be your magic lamp
In order to reveal myself
Let's pick out curtains
My world’s eyes are crying
Wet tears roll down its face.
It cries for what it sees each day
And for the human race.
My world’s voice is calling
Shouts loudly everyday.
It calls our STOP and listen please
To what I have to say.
My world’s heart is breaking
Its love has turned to hate.
So, breaks and shatters everywhere
Just what now is its fate.
My worlds arms are reaching
Stretching far and wide.
It reaches out to hold man close
Embrace each man inside.
My worlds legs are walking
With strides now long and fast.
It walks away so we all must
Ponder on our past.
Please don’t go away dear world
We need you to survive.
How can we right this awful wrong
PLEASE help us stay alive.
And just when all was getting dark
I’ve seen a tiny light.
I think our world is turning back
To help us in our plight.
You MUST obey the golden rule
Bring love to everyone.
STOP all the ugly hate and war
Your ONE chance has begun.
Yes, dear world I hear your words
I PROMISE we will try.
For never do I wants to see
More sad tears from your eyes.
- So I cried.
I cried harder than I ever have.
And then -
I never cried again,
Because after counting every tear,
To measure their worth,
I realized nothing could ever again -
Be so valuable.
A single tear is all I can give,
For my body is drained of that pleasure.
I’m too weak to remember the years I lived,
Or the days too heavy to measure.
So where does that leave me falling?
What is it that could cure me?
A single walk would tell me nothing -
But at least for a moment I’d be free.
I could not stop crying
No idea why
Sobbing and shaking
Horrified at myself
I am usually manic
I am great at manic
Manic is my go-to-place
I LOVE being manic
I had been going strong for three days
No sleep needed.
Writing poems, painting pictures,
Playing with my dogs
I never put it together
Because I had never been sobbing, keening, wailing me before
I am on Lithium now
It is working
I hope that it always works
I never want to go to the dark place again
A place I never understood,
A place from which I might not return
While I waited for you to come home
The sound of rain made me think
About the times you have seen me cry
Tears of sadness
Tears of goodbye
You have seen me cry
Tears of bitterness
Tears of wistfulness
You have seen me cry
Tears beside a tombstone
Tears that made the whiskey taste salt
You have seen me cry
Water under the bridge tonight
And uplifting thoughts about
You holding my hand
While I cried
Because tonight
You will see me cry
Tears of joy
Seeing you
I stopped crying over my first love
After he honestly told me he is not ready.
I stopped crying over my second love
After he truly ceased being steady.
I am no longer crying for their love
After they began making me feel unsteady.
I am no longer crying about not having love
After they taught me how they rather it be.
I refuse to cry ever again about love
As I am slowly learning to instead love me.
I refuse to cry ever again, even if I find a new love,
As I am realizing how I much rather it be.
I stopped crying to those whom I may always love
After accepting they cannot give their all to me.
I stopped crying, so I may embrace a new love
After learning what love isn't supposed to be.
Natural
I like the feel of rain, a mix of hope and pain. As the drops sting my face, I start slowing my pace. Nature understands me and my reality. Raindrops are not gentle tears but more liquid spears. And I lose myself in that hurt, my mind inert. Betrayal broke my heart, and my dreams fell apart. To filter love from lust, my hopes relied on trust. Now, nothing feels the same, and I’m crying in shame. The rain helps to conceal my tears and calm my fears.
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I like the feel of rain;
a mix of hope and pain.
As the drops sting my face,
I start slowing my pace;
Nature understands me
and my reality.
7-Raindrops are not gentle tears,
5-but more liquid spears.
8-And I lose myself in that hurt
4-my mind inert.
Betrayal broke my heart
and my dreams fell apart.
To filter love from lust,
my hopes relied on trust.
Now, nothing feels the same;
and I’m crying in shame.
8-The rain helps to conceal my tears
4-and calm my fears.
The sky cries at times;
He emits fire, when needed;
Angry with a heart...
Listen to the tears,
Slow and steady, dripping
Feelings folding away,
Promises, dreams, echoes,
Faith, hope, love that sees,
Through the shadows,
Into the song who sings
Grace beyond what we hoped,
In the tears, trembling cries,
Silencing the darkness
Revealing the secret lines
Between wonders unheard of
And, admiration of the love
Who shudders in the tears,
Erasing the struggles,
While coloring the mirrors,
Small drops, little reflections
What it means to see…
Beyond the tears, into the eyes
Who sparkle, with a subtle glow,
Softening the edges of teardrop’s
Splattering illusion, feelings
Flooded by a moment’s fear,
Before the strength of grace,
Hears the tear and wipes away,
Even the slowest stains,
Whispering light through every night,
Reminding me why…
Each tear is a cry for what is right,
A cry for the beacon of light,
The guide who is love come to life,
True love is a man called Christ.
These once nimble fingers,
pinned diapers on your behind.
Swatted the misbehaving toddler,
when you got out of line.
Held you the first day of school,
applauded loudly as the graduate passed.
Waved goodbye when you moved to college,
prayed your marriage and happiness would last.
I use words to paint memories,
to remind me how it began.
But now these once nimble fingers,
can barely hold my pen.
I want to tell you one last time,
before these hands of mine go.
I’d like to give you one last rhyme,
to tell you daughter, how I love you so.
Silent tears hold the loudest pain - author unknown.
Just when I think no one will know,
There comes a soft and gentle flow,
Silently sighing o’er the light,
Stirring my heart’s kindness to glow.
Reflected on moments so bright,
Painting my soul with dreams I write,
Vows broken never can reveal,
Spoken by those who know my plight.
Wonders, breathless, are quite real,
Capture my dreams with their appeal,
Breaking through the murkiest fears,
Proving love is stronger than steel.
Blessing with love that lasts thru years,
Graceful and sure, darkness soon clears,
Even though I weep soundless tears.
Yes, how I weep those soundless tears!
yesterday
i found my-
self laughing
and crying
at the same
time, and
that’s when i
realized i’m
falling in
love, with
grief, god
help me i’m
so like an
ocean my
emotions
rolling like
waves, bil-
lowing it’s
true, and
i know that
you want some-
thing, i
know ‘cause i
want it too
there’s a tune
in my head
too obtuse
to make sense
so, i
sketch these words
scribbling
scrambling
frantically
who is the
king of this
world that de-
creed that we
do as we’re
told well i
know we should
but i can’t
help but put
swine before
pearls and i
see that we’re
all singing
the melo-
dy, that
haunts our sleep
please wake me
when we get
there i want
to know the
end but i
don’t want to
know the thought
of my own
end, no
more exist-
ence, why
is our
world so
dark turn
on the
light can’t
deal with the
grief
Soulmates are conjoined in both heart and soul,
in good times and bad.
And when cancer strikes one of you,
it's unbelievably tragic.
Responsive to a relationship built on love
one reaches out to the other,
and your darkest fears get brought to light.
A lot of deep soul-searching
leaves you feeling helpless,
unable to alleviate your soulmate's suffering.
Fond memories form the catalyst
that allows sad thoughts
to be spun into a comforting feeling;
recalling all the happy times
you enthusiastically shared as one.
But the hurt is real;
fueling feelings of intimate sorrow.
And when pain is all one has to look forward to,
death becomes preferable;
both for the one dying,
and the one doomed to a lifetime of crying.