Short Crying(A) Poems

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crying a river of  tears
for winter has died...

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A Dozen Roses:

Petals in the wind
crying a crimson river
on moonlit snow

©deborah burch
25012013...

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Never Knew and Was Naïve

Never knew what happened and was naïve,
And even though we did grieve and grieve;
Got caught,
Crying a lot;
So sadly we had ended up having to leave.

Jim Horn...

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drowning tears from her eyes
waterfall of emotion
lost in the motion
crying a river of tears.
 
wrapping droplets like cuddles 
soaking deeper to her skin
forever an ocean 
heart sinking in every drop in....

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                                          crying a river of tears
                                             for winter is gone

                                                        ~~~~~...

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M-ake your eyes dry, 
H-owever gray or blue; 
A-llow them both to sparkle, 
E-ase the pain in
Y-ou.

L-et your eyes dry, 
A-fter crying a sea of tears; 
C-omfort your heart with faith, 
U-sing no doubt and fears. 
A-nother dawn has broken, 
T-wenty-second of July; 
A-s you remember the mirth, make your eyes dry....

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I'm forever spiraling in your grasp
I look off into space and gasp

I suppose I must leave for your sake
I don't want to break down in agony...
My life's not at stake...I'm crying a lake...
I just want to be free from vanity...

I'm forever changing
And also rearranging
I take a glimpse at the rising sun
Waiting until the break of dawn...

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Crying a river
I need humility bad
Sky’s not the limit

My past self — dismal
The present moment’s vital
Now, I stand so tall

Earnest prudence shine
Like the autumn moon at night
Tonight, you’ll be mine…

I need to humble self
I want to not be prideful 
Me, myself, I — no . . .

Yes to happiness
No more negativity 
Not more, but less…...

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Indebted to defining darkness
a fortress of pained souls crying a chorus
fearless and bonded by religious rites
reviving the dada movement fueled by absinthe
driven by inertia in absentia calling forth
dementia dripping with sorrow 
and steeped in anxiety to say nothing at all
as smooth as glass pitch black as night
my self loathing pity is as to death 
as porcelain is to midnight...

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this empty cup
fills with swords
and words de
-light the candle

(the mind sees eyes)

darkness cools the tongue

a forest of moon

a sprig of air

sings like purple

on the soul

two Angels measure and color the light…

bishops curve on a chess

-board yawns of long dawns

crystal blank dream

tasteless blessed cream

a womb and a tomb between

the seen and unseen

a quiet phone is the voice of God

crying a silence mean...

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In a space-time continuum,
a random reality shift,
accelerating modicum,
without any discerning rift.

Awaiting illumination,
the world is on collateral,
discerning revelation,
of days counting in reversal.

When all the planets are in line,
preparation's a moving phase,
seals, symbols, an invoking sign,
annihilation upon gaze.

Holy judgment, heed forth your smite,
innocence crying a river,
despair hovering above flight,
no more tomorrow to savor.

4.22.15...

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