A river of tears have cascaded
Down both my cheeks and face,
Praying I would find the slightest relief;
Unfortunately, that was not the case.
This heartache you have bestowed on me
Has cursed me greatly with this pain,
Consistently and relentlessly attacking me;
This torment has surpassed inhumane.
My heart will never be able to heal
Unless this pain withdraws and goes away;
If my heart heals, it will forever be
Covered with these scars that stay.
Forever tattooed on my deformed heart,
Each one has a story they will tell
Of a lover who was never loved
And suffered needlessly through Hell.
Every I love you was just a lie.
Every friendship I had fake.
How much more deadly loneliness
Can I take before I break.
I would cry almost daily and
every tear that fell from my eyes.
Became a man-made tear filled river,
Constructed from secrets and lies.
It would continue rising
with every tear that I cried.
Down that River of tears would float,
another part of me that just died.
On a cold, gloomy night.
Tears are pouring from her eyes.
Coursing a flowing river, in front of her.
As she gazing into it,
She could see the reflection,
Of someone, she does not know,
An old, weary, and very fragile, woman
Staring back at her.
Who is she, it startled her,
Can this be me?
Why did I never see this person?
In the mirror, looking back at me?
Why only in the reflection of a river,
Flow by my tears?
R-iver of tears that runs
H-as drowned many a heart;
O-n the thirtieth of May,
D-on't let your dream fall
A-part.
A-s you feel the pain inside,
R-iver of tears overflows;
I-n spite of the grief,
B-liss blooms like a rose.
A-llow the sun to shine, after the rain disappears;
S-mile with a glowing grin to dry the river of tears.
A piercing cry
eyes' explosion
a roar
flooding
giving birth to a river
a river of tears
waving like an ocean
tears
in motion
so unsmooth
when the nose escapes
the mouth closes
the face frowns
no delight
no smile
but pain written
on the forehead
sweat
soaked eyebrows
a sour mood
of pain attack.
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R-iver of tears runs no longer
E-arthly things are left behind;
A-n eternal bliss in heaven, the truth- seeker can find.
B-ehold the glorious abode,
E-arly twenty-fifth of May;
N-either eye will turn blind,
J-ust tread on the right way.
A-llow your soul to reach
M-ansion of joy and cheers;
I-t's a lasting happiness.
N-o more river of tears.
D-on't cry a river of tears,
O-n twenty-second December;
N-ever think about heartache,
A-s you rise up from slumber.
L-et Wednesday pain pass,
Y-our life must feel the mirth;
N-either fret nor sorrow shall spoil the day of your birth.
R-aindrop on Thursday morn
I-s nowhere to be found;
V-ile weather has vanished,
E-vening chill is turned around.
R-emember not the past, for yesterday disappears;
A-llow your eyes to twinkle, don't cry a river of tears.
C-ry not a river of tears,
H-owever painful or gray;
O-pen your eyes to trials,
N-ever ever walk
A-way.
D-ry your crying eyes,
E-ither cheek won't drown;
L-et the light warm your heart, making not you feel down.
R-iver of tears overflows,
O-pen your mind to sorrow;
S-top crying over the loss,
A-llow your life to glow.
R-aindrops cease to fall,
I-nclement clime disappears;
O-ctober twenty-fourth day, cry not a river of tears.
fleeing from slaughter
as opposing forces
clash for supremacy
innocent blood flows
on the Euphrates River
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Wind whistling through the weeping willow tree
Its teary leaves drip silently into the fast flowing river
They float freely dancing in the dappled daylight
Caught in the rustic reeds they plan their escape
10th December 2014
Germany scored seven goals, poor Brazil is awash with tears
Guess they won’t need any rainfall for at least a hundred years
Jan Allison
9th July 2014
My heart beats fast
As fast as the rolling river
By which I sit
Remembering days of love
Love without sin
Pure passion unfolded
Desires were met
Hopes were erased
All I have are memories
As I sit
By the river of tears.
Flow silent water
Past my heart of weeping desires
Carrying the hopes and dreams
Of a lifetime.
Flow silent water
Not even a pebble breaks the surface
I mindlessly drag my hand
Through the coldness of reality
Flow silent water
Take my soul with you
My life you have already
In your river of tears
You are the sun
Shinning down on me
You are the rain
Falling on my skin
You are the wind
Whispering in my ears
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River of Tears
Deep down inside,
I wonder if there will ever be a time.
When I’ll show at least one smile,
If only for a little while.
Through my troubles I try to weave,
My confusion and chaos I attempt to leave.
I have made to many mistakes,
But my soul I struggle not to forsake.
My heart has always been alone,
Through it no hope has shown.
It continues to quiver,
Its been torn to slivers.
As I feel my searing pain,
I realize my emotions have been slain.
I realize my fears,
have formed a river of tears.
But there’s nobody there,
No soul that seems to care.
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