Long Teardrop Poems
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Helplessly calling
Helplessly falling
Falling into place
Running this race
Fall leaves on the ground
They make no single sound
I'm bound to see the other side
You're my one and only beautiful bride
Bite the bullet
Bite the bullet
See right through it
See right through the pain
I'm still waiting for His rain
Ease your mind
Seek peace and you'll find
Relief from on high
That's something I can't deny
Hold on to me...
Hold on to me...
Where shall I flee?
Don't worry - we'll get through this!
Don't doubt anymore - be full of gladness
Happiness is one teardrop away
I'm but a broken toy in broad daylight
Red, red roses bloom
In the frost of my gloom
I'm falling into pieces
Never once falling into place
I see the glorious sky
The time passes me by
I'm reaching out into empty space
I'm making a legendary trace
I'm bound to see the other side
My love, I close my eyes on this rowdy ride
Don't subside from my side
Embrace my solitude stride
Bravery boils in my blood
I sit back and solemnly nod
I'm so bound to make a legendary trace
With a thousand gallons of your grace...
I want to find a cure to your pain
The pain that has been driving you insane
Be careful not to offend anyone by any chance
There's mere encouragement in your life to enhance
I've got to get up and make a legendary trace
Even if it means showing you in your face
I've been receiving gratification towards you
Take a step back and realize what I've gone through
You're not a failure
You're a winner deep inside
You're not a bad person
Just swallow your pride!
I want to find a trace of a cure to your lost soul
I need to be more considerate as a whole
I believe in you, so be brave and live life to the fullest
You haven't a clue how muc you're looking your best
While I project feelings of grief
Give me your radiant relief
Listen to the voice,
Echoing whispers of lovely desire
Listen to your mind,
Burning bright like a marvelous wildfire
I want to endure the tribulation of life's strife
I will bring forth a cure to this dilemma and its aftermath
Leave the past behind us and we'll survive this hard life
You and I will find God's legendary trace by entering His path
I've spoke my mind to you
I've longed for your legendary trace
Forgive my downfalls like you do
I've often prayed for your nirvana grace
Raindrops are not tear drops this should be fun Falling drops of rain are like a hamburger bun
Hope this does not hurt your brain reshaping your perception of the rain
Not to cause friction and shed no tears without cohesion drops would have no peers
Falling through the air like little magnets the whole sheet a latticework of dragnets
Do not be sad with little tail dragging behind when you stick out your tongue open your mind
Not for this conception’s paucity nor for the internal viscosity
but for the joy that is upon your tongue that's not a teardrop but a hamburger bun
I s l i p p e d on a teardrop and landed in her arms. She never knew how much I needed her. I s l i p p e d in a puddle and I died in her soul. She never knew how much I needed her. Between yesterday’s old coffee and today's bright doom I broke in half. My heart slipped away into the hell of her death and my mind created LOST memories. So many moments of despair she held, and so many times of loneliness I lived. Beneath the darkness of the moon I drowned in a river created from her pain. It engulfed me into oblivion and I shall never be the same again. Sisters need each other and I needed her. Life seems over and death seems so FINAL.
teardrops in her arms-
woe brings rivers of d r o w n i n g
DEATH by suicide
I s l i p p e d on a teardrop and landed in her misery. She never knew how much I loved her. I s l i p p e d in a puddle and I died in her heart. She never knew how much I loved her. After the downpour of anguish I fell asleep. Nightmares of our final hug GOODBYE. If only I had held on longer maybe she would have felt more love from me. Maybe enough love to keep her alive. For she never realized how much her pain caused me heartache. She bled in sadness and I bleed in regret. No time to heal because healing is no more. Life seems dark and death seems so BLEAK.
one final goodbye-
not enough pure love from me
two dead souls bleeding
I s l i p p e d on a teardrop and landed in her remorse. She never knew how much I longed for her. I s l i p p e d in a puddle and I died in her essence. She never knew how much I longed for her. Before she was born she was already gone. A lifetime of sorrow and feeling different. It was hard for her to be a lesbian. Too hard. RIDICULED and damaged beyond repair. No more light at the end of her tunnel and the lessening of sunshine during her days. It’s depressing to think about what she felt her final moments of life. Her goodbye letter was awful. Full of pain and too much grief for me to read. I keep it in a journal tucked gently away. One day I will pull it out and read it again. Life seems wrong and death seems so BLACK.
suffered from regret-
too flawed and b r o k e n to heal
sister’s forever
~She s l i p p e d on a teardrop and landed in her grave~
Date Written: June 21, 2016
Dear Sprouting Rhymers,
To me, modern poetry could be most simply put as “everything”,
everything that you see, experience or feel put into words.
Everything written to evoke thought and feeling in others can be poetry.
A most basic example could be a tear, one lonely teardrop.
What is the journey of a tear, what feelings caused it to emerge?
What meaning does it convey? What does it say to you
and what do you want others to see or feel?
The possibilities are endless.
Should I be able to share anything of value to others would be
very gratifying from my humbled perspective, so I will
offer the following.
The best poems stem from truth, your truth.
When you are in the mood to write, do not hesitate. Times
will come when you wish you were inspired.
Ideas come at the oddest times, at concerts, at dinners,
at the grocery store, in dreams. Record them.
Write about what you see.
Let your passion guide you.
Don’t be afraid to take chances. Risks are worth it even
If you fail. Growth is sometimes painful.
Respect rules and learn from those you admire.
Study and attempt all forms of poetry. There is so much
more to poetry than rhyming
Do not be afraid to ask for help.
Have fun!
Having started writing later in life, I can only say that I wish I
had done so much earlier. I have enjoyed enormous satisfaction
in discovering that I could contribute something of beauty to the world.
I love to write about romance and summer and sunsets
and things that are silly.
Favorite reference sources are Poetrysoup and Wordhippo,
My favorites of the poems that I have written are:
My Blue Valentine
One can speak of Sunset
The Writes of Romance
If You Weren’t Such a Nut Meg
Confessions of a Renoir
Needles in the Snow
The Forgotten One
A Concrete Heart
Hot Summer Ecstasy
Golden Torture Looms
My literary background is purely that of an amateur. From
as far back as I can remember, I always liked to write and tell
stories. It wasn’t until I experienced a personal tragedy, a few years
ago, that I felt the need to put my feelings into writing as a way
of healing. Since then, I have not stopped and I write nearly every day.
A suggestion for title: There’s a Poet in Everyone
(A Guide for Beginners)
Good Luck!
What's your name" Was the first thing i said to myself when i saw you
Now that i know yo "The touch of you has become so special in my life"
"Momma said" There will be days like this"and im so glad ther is ,please don't let
me be misunderstood"When i say It's A Thin Line Between love And Hate" Tonight's The
NIght"And i want to put it down on paper for you some of this Pure Genuine Mixed Love
So when i say" Hey LoveKnow that you Make My Love Come Down"And that's what
makes the World go round" my World anyway' Who would have thouhjt A "Sadgirl"
A LonelyGirl" like myself could bring so much brightness into a Thug's Life?You dried
up the tears of a clown"stoppedme from being down, broUght me from "Cowboys to Cowgirls
.Now you got me hanging on your string because I'm Your Puppet.What could i do?
You Dropped The Bomb On Me".Im not used to this ,The Town I live In We Smile Now
And Cry Later" Let's Just Kiss And Say Goodbye" is a way of Life Then"BurnRubber"
and never come back!I thoUght i had a choice in this mixed up World and Baby im for
real's"When i say in these Arm's of mine" There Ain't No Woman Like Tha One you Got"Oh
and when you get out. How We'll Be Sitting On The
Dock of the Bay "Under The Boardwalk"Together Baby"
I picture thing really,I've been
"Wishing On a Star"Cruising On A Fantastic Voyage, me sitting SHOTGUN"PLAYING with
your "JOYSTICK"Yeah
that's what i'm talking about,
Baby. For now,It's just a Dream' A Dream Of Sexual
Healing" Not To Mention More Bounce To The Ounce,
With All My Love" That I Have For You "Let's Get It On,Not
once Do i Stop Thinking How Deep Is Your Love" So Darling
Forever Let's Stay Together
Please Don"T Be A HeartBreaker".Because I Do
Love You"And You Could so EasilyTurn My World "Misty
Blue" Please,Please.DoN"t think of me as a game because
"BABY I'M FOR REAL"When a boy falls in love with me i think "IT MUST BE MAGIC"I
never wanted to play the game of "MAKE UP TO BREAK UP"As far as im concerned "I'M
NEVER GOING TO GIVE YOU UP".i'D RATHER GO BLIND, THEN BE
"YEARNING FOR YOUR LOVE" I just want to tell it like
this"I NO MATTER WHAT'I'LL WILL BE THERE BEFORE THE NEXT TEARDROP FALLS"If there's
ever something on your mind "remember you can "COME AND TALK TO ME"
try me,THIS MAGIC MOMENT,Ihave 'NOTHING BUT LOVE FOR YOU BABY.
Modern day scoffers say,
only the strong will survive
That the weak will be eaten alive
Only T-Rex,
cold-blooded logic will thrive
The talking serpents e-vol hiss,
instincts of compassion and kindness won’t abide
Forgiveness is viewed as fleece clothing
to bear skins
sin cloaked in naked pride
Warmly showing forth utter soft, sheer love
will get an Abel body devoured by crocodile eyes
Whose gator jaws have teeth
sharp as knives
Carnivore minded thinkers believe those
with the most leopard spots
will claw ruthlessly
to the genome mountaintop
But, my bleating heart
was verily, second Adam told
this was not so
From the dawn mist of Eden’s birth,
the first paradise promise
spoke the Gospel truth —
That the meek will inherit the Earth
New Age Sadducees tout,
how the wolves were gonna turn
the Moon glow red
Make the ewe reflection of the sunlight
get darkened instead
Tho’ the Son still shine on the wolfsbane,
genetic scorners mock in vain ...
Derisively baring the fang,
spouting ebb-and-flow abysmal theories
Cloned Dolly insane
Boast howl those silver tongues
were green changing, cheatah fast,
the wavy blue to bright crimson
Like grisly paw mouths of the past
Raptor grip moneychangers
who prey devoured the pray fittest least —
Faith impoverished lost sheep,
who idol strayed
into the coin belly of the beast
But, my poor, bleating heart
was verily, verily, Lamb of God boldly Amen told:
The pyramid scheme/food chain feast,
to saber tooth prowl
evilly for eternity,
won’t ever Last Supper be Red Sea parted possible
Oh, my bleating heart
was verily, verily, double blessed told:
That the Resurrection Exodus was in the sheepfold
Good Shepherd voice activated, ready to go
Yes, my enriched, bleating heart
was surely comforted gently by buried wisdom gold
Three-day-old alabaster ointment
(that was dirt price sold)
caught the tiger by the evolutionary tale,
I was so graciously Only Begotten revival pulse told
Mercy green pastures of meek hope
wasn’t grazed for woolly naught
Ere crucifixion teardrop thought
got turned into a beautiful, Salvation pearl
When every saintly flock
closed eye awaken joyously,
(with bloodstain-free,
sin clean fleece,)
there will be no predators in the new world
I will always love you, cant let you know what Im feeling inside.
But I do love you. My heart never lies.
How does this add up,
Why cant you love me no more, Dont you love me anymore?
Where is that feeling called Love,
Why is it that love always opens you up so wide, then leaves your soul open to the preying wolves lurking out there in the cold,
It cuts you deep. Chills you to the bone but at the same embraces you in a sense of security and love,
Kills you from within, quitens your will soul fire,
Switches off the light and leaves you in the dark,
Poor cowering little boy lost in his sleeping dream,
Knowing that if he wiped the sleep from his eyes everything might disappear,
The one he loved disappear like the morning dew,
He'd be left behind alone..... no one to talk to.
Regreting every dose of reality, each morning
Wishing he could turn back time and make the daydream last,
Make the eternity last for a second longer,
Add some detail to the fantasy he dreamt up
Each night he'd cry himself to sleep,
His mind a constant conference for his fears,
I dont want to let go just yet,
There's so much that I've gotta get off my chest
To many words left unspoken of..
Please dont disappear I need you
I need you
Cant you hear my hearts breaking cry
Doesnt your heart strum to any sound anymore,
I dont want you.... me .... us to depart like this
Wheres the final kiss, I guess fairytales arent meant to be compared to reality
Not a second or minute of recogniton within those eyes....
Not even a teardrop of despair
It clearly doesnt tear you up inside like it does me.
Has your heart burned to coal, has the sparks upped and vapourized into the roaring hurrricane of our lives,
Or have you decided not to care anymore?
Where's this all coming from, im seeing a different shadow to the person I knew.
Have you always been this dishonest or have the truths just gatherd some dust?
In my silence I find myself expecting some sense of purpose, some sense of normalacy,
But all I got was direction to the edge of my sanity,
Direct path to a place of least resistence,
My only escape was death.
My only escape is.....
Death, to put a part of me, something that would never beat again, out of its misery.
Geniuskin
#RightWhereTheHeartIs
Turtle heard that Salt Woman was on the road again, and he was
wanting a taste of her. Some miles from Cochiti, he stopped
for directions at a Speedway gas station.
The dwarf who ran the garage could not speak, but Turtle
using the language of Sandhill cranes put a spell on him,
making him dance directions. The dwarf’s jerky movements
became more fluid as Turtle urged him to relate more of the
Salt Woman.
In these parts, Salt Woman had a rep. She traveled
with a wooden puppet that she called her grandson.
When she came to a pueblo she would ask for food for
the boy. Some villages offered her food from the communal
storehouse, and she would bless their store with her tears,
while her grandson grew green leaves on the top of his wooden
head, but in some pueblos the mayor would refuse to offer
anything. Salt women would then turn the children of the village
into chaparral jays.
Turtle figured that the garage dwarf was just a fool, but he knew
that a salty woman was worth finding, and so he drove on following
her trail. Sure enough he found her in a bar in the Acoma
settlement known as Sky City.
Her grandson was with her. Turtle took a good look at Salt Woman.
She was not young, her face was lined, but her hips were as round
as fat babies, her belly dimpled, rosy, and delectable. The wooden
child’s eyes opened wide as he watched Turtle walk up to the bar.
Turtle was looking fine in his rhinestone studded jeans, his tan ruby
fringed shirt and his white, eagle-feathered Stetson.
Ordering tequila, he turned to the woman.
"Will you give me one of your tears, mother"? He asked.
"I have a thirst that can only be cured by a greater thirst".
Salt Woman looked at Turtle:
"And what will you give me in return"?
"I will share my salt with you," turtle replied honestly.
"The same as any man then," she said with a curling lip.
"Yes mother, but my salt will make you younger,' turtle lied.
Turtle will promise anything for sex, in this he is no better
than most men.
Salt Woman laughed out loud, yet a teardrop of sadness fell into
Turtle’s tequila. In a flash Turtle drank it down, grabbed hold of
the boy transforming him to a crane, then he took Salt Woman
upstairs where they tasted their thirst – again and again.
I spotted her this morning as the sun was inching into view…
upon a leaf in front of me…a single drop of dew.
It seems the more time you spend in nature…the more talking with nature you do…
Hence my conversation with a single drop of dew.
I said to this little dew drop…”Hi, I don’t want to be a pain,
but are you a drop of morning dew…or are you left over from last night’s rain?”
The dew drop straightened upon the leaf…and when her beautification was through
she looked at me…smiling proudly and said…”I am clearly a drop of dew.”
“But I am more than just a dew drop…so much more than that.” She stated.
“I am part of every kind of water nature has created.”
“That’s difficult for me to believe.” I said. “Because when I look at you…
all that I can see is a single drop of dew.”
“That is only because for whatever reason you are stuck in your belief…
for at this moment I’m a teardrop…about to tumble off the leaf.”
“And once I jump from this leaf…if you’re quick you may ascertain…
as I fall down to the Earth…for one moment…I am a drop of rain.”
“And once I hit the Earth…without making the slightest sound…
I close my eyes and hold my breath as I’m absorbed into the ground.”
“From there I’ll join other dew drops who share a similar dream…
to unite together in friendship…to become a mountain stream.”
“The stream will carry us down the mountain…we know not what path we’ll take
Perhaps we’ll end up as a river…or eventually become a lake.”
“If I do become a river…it will fill my heart with glee…
and I will happily ride the current…until it takes me to the sea.”
To become part of a vast ocean is every dew drop’s wish…
where we can help hold up the boats that sail our waves…
where we give life to every fish.”
“So if you only see a single drop of dew…when you look at me…well…then
may I suggest you take a moment to stop…and look again.”
With that the dew drop jumped form her leaf…and for a moment a drop of rain was all that I could see…and once she hit the ground I wished her a safe trip to the sea.
And I never will I look at a dew drop…or a person… the same again…
the way I did before….
For a dew drop taught me how nothing in nature is as singular
or as simple as it seems…
How we’re all a part of so much more.
Breathless smiles pour over the seas
Enchanting oceans of beautiful memories,
Soothing graces, forever embraces –
Whispering light into the darkest nights,
Firefly inspirations, soothing and kissing nocturnal
Listening to the silence, sensations of hope
Kindness in caresses of June dusk, erasing all the loneliness,
Playing in rhythmic moments, challenging
Hearts to love like no one on earth has imagined,
With love so alive it makes hearts abide
In truths, promises, feelings – precious remembrances
From that last broken heart….
Passions and praises, prayers for penetrating
Grace, calming like the peace of a river, focused
On rearranging the destiny of a teardrop,
Flowing like melancholy, with quiet reflecting stardust
Promises, arranged on the tongue, lulling
Flames of joy through the spirit’s waning, indignant
Gentling, flames vibrating, trembling with hope,
Laughing like the insanity of a dewdrop leaking light
Over the sanctity of a blessing, the miracle
New life erasing the dusty morning, the wind
Blowing back the Autumn’s noise with a soothing
Sense of amazement…
Working out the feelings, the blessings –
Hues of tenderness, affection singing through the veins
Awakening the star studded moments, the secret
Thought, hope glistening in quiet tears,
Faith growing like the ocean’s beneath a hurricane
Bawling like lavender bruises on a heart who heals
When love touches the spirit, remembering
Crying with the elation, the moments of pure bliss
Pouring from a silent shadow, a sincerity
Who realizes that it is only God who can heal
Destroy the dark and shine a light of fulfillment
Through a life who dances, reflecting
The wonder that comes from believing…
A prayer, a heartfelt prayer –
Decides that true joy comes from sincerely
Believing, receiving the forgiveness
Like healing – His hand covering the spirit
With redemption, remembering
Grace like rain, falling gently, caressing and revealing
What it means to listen to His sigh,
His kindness falling tender over each smile,
Erasing all the dread, embracing the faith
Believing that love is the answer to each prayer!
Forever – I’ll praise Him – Forever
I’ll praise… Him, the One who has saved me,
The amazing – the King, the forever that abides within!