Sorrow Language Poems

Upon life's stage where shadows weave their play,
A fleeting waltz where mortals find their way.
In heedless youth, with innocence bedight,
The heart's true freedom, by time,...

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I do not speak their words.
They're full of clichés and ideas that will never truly form.
I have tried to bend my tongue that way,
But it...

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7/6/22
Drying fallen tears
Oh where is the death bed now
Very forgotten

7/5/22
Empathy signs on
Yes, in the depths of darkness
Light consumes the soul

6/29/22
Abscesses are not
Easily brushed away
Cleansing is...

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I. 
they say 
there exist languages without words
without syllables yet pronounced,
like the sharp clatter of fork and spoon and knife against each other
at dinners in...

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Blurred in the sight
the fragments of light 
suspended in memory, 
blurring space and time!

Of a faded photograph 
dreams pressed into the pages 
of a book...

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Over the river runs a hasty fright;
All our worry what became, becomes.
Instruments of time, un-tuning every night
Brooding with precision to a memory that numbs. ...

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Sniffy eyes sleep in derived 
She sits and cries up all day 
Alone in the darkness, and no one can see me 
There’s nothing left...

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Myself I’ve never been
much of a mathematician 
Algebra and stuff
didn’t add up to much
when I made the decision 
to respond to you 
our multi-versed 
mathematical...

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The Goldfish Bowl


Once injected with water, sorrow becomes colorless and tasteless
Inside the glass bowl, all lives
only live seven seconds

The same route, again and again --
The...

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voice
and tone
inflections
gives away mood
sometimes shows sorrow
stress conveyed quite clearly
in tiny conversations
in slivers of body language
hypervigilant children read you...

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Our Love Language

We have our own love language we both share
A squeeze of the hand, a half smile, a glance,
It’s the unspoken passion within our...

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Tears,
a Language that God Understands
Written: by Tom Wright
10/29/01

Lord,
As tracks of Angels
you've made our tears,
Permanently tattooed
on our countenance for years.
We reminisce of those
for whom they were...

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"There is a sorrow on the air
I taste
but cannot name."
     Nickole Brown

We are a conspiring sour in the air,
a wonder through...

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Something's been missing much to my sorrow
“Overmorrow” means the day after tomorrow
Can now pass on in peace
My cravings now cease
In my lust for learning, I...

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There is a great longing when I look to the sea,
Like I’ve missed out on my calling and my true destiny.
In the crashing of the...

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