Short Wept Poems
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Christ wept real tears
for us all, for you and me.
We have forgotten
the true meaning of prayer
and the joy that prayer brings.
I once had a pretty puppy
When I was a toddling baby;
Loved her as mum, her silk,
Fed her porridge and milk
Till aching, she began to pee.
© 2015
Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi
While Jesus Wept
On more and ore sinning we had kept;
Jesus was sad and He wept and wept;
About Trump they say,
Brains all swept away;
God actually let Trump become inept.
Jim Horn
Time Crept On and Wept
I had gotten older as forward time crept;
People around my grave wept and wept;
Could hear crowd;
Were very loud;
Am in heaven where I relaxed and slept.
Jim Horn
It's been a decade
but it seems like yesterday
the great eagle wept
a world mourned in unison,
fleet of souls rose to heaven
Written for the 9/11 remembrance contest
Wept and Wept
Death crept and arrived at our doorstep;
Silently at sea our dad slept and slept;
Where and when,
Never seen again;
While at home we had wept and wept.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
A lone bugle wept as it wrapped
its plaintive message ‘round her heart
Why relentless drumbeats for another
raised hope anew for her brother
Is not ours to fathom unless
we close our eyes to death
she wept
in silence
onto cascading
flowers
roses
and peonies
in her wedding
bouquet
October 7, 2020
Writing Challenge - Septolet
Constance La France - Sponsor
When you left, then I wept
When you promised to be back by tomorrow,
I believed by heart.
Since then I am alert,
passing day by day in dismay and sorrow.
01/19/20
'WHEN and THEN' Contest By Jenish Somadas
eleventh month of nineteen eighteen,
eleventh day and hour striking,
weary soldiers wept, relieved,
as armistice took root
and guns gone silent
raised a stillness
well-heard by
trench and
grave
November 10, 2022
A November Nonet Poetry Contest,
Andrea Dietrich, sponsor
“We wept”, said the Toys.
“I remember”, said the Dresser.
“I screamed”, said the Lamp.
“I held you”, said the Pillow.
“I failed you”, said the Blanket.
“Please don't”, said the Sheets.
“I'm here for you”, said the Window.
“We'll miss you”, said the Walls.
“It won't hurt”, said the Gun.
he went to see his bride .
finding a wig on his round, shining bald head, she
loudly cried.
he felt ashamed,
as he was caught red handed, he
proclaimed
inept,
on the spot, he
wept
he went to see his bride.
as he was caught red handed, he
wept
pruned passions bled
clutching callous crest
felon fills fetched
dark dances decked
hoity hankers squashed
taunted thrills trashed
wet wits wanky
sassy sips sugary
nauseating nocturnal nitty
spanked syllables wept
drenching drooling depth
ballsy hollow belched
lusty length lent
porous punctures spent.
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Note: Dedicated to Aeschylus.
pulpy passion puked
perforating punctured view
dark dances dripped
hoisted crippled hankerings
sassy seals spent
salient sieves etched
wanky wits wept
damping callous crest
beauty politics belched
dark diminuendo drooled
nocturnal nauseated clue
saucy syllables stool
felon fate's fostered
vying voluptuous triggers.
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Note: Dedicated to Aristotle.
I had a dream that we had to say good-bye.
In it I kept begging for you to stay, but knew it wasn't what had to be
As I begged you to stay and cried at your feet you looked at me and I could see it's
not what you wanted
The look in you eyes as you waved good bye tore through my soul
As you moved away the pain grew to great and I awoke
You are gone my eyes are wet and I cried in my sleep
Form:
Bring me dawn, soft
like the first
breath of Spring.
Bring me dusk, brisk
like the Morning’s
fresh cry,
like the Ocean’s
spray caressing my
skin.
Bring me voice,
shaped into a
lullaby,
dampened with cars
and carts from Old
Shanghai.
Bring me time, so we
can be older,
right here, right
now, watching the
seconds fly.
Bring me love, when
my heart grows
colder.
And she wept oh so
gently upon my
shoulder.
One more day I slept serene,
while some where distant bombs
and screams awaken others from their dreams..
One more day I quenched my thirst
while others trapped and feared the worst,
living out war's curse.
One more day I tidied, swept, while elsewhere
children died, mothers wept,
cried in anguish, so bereft..
One more day my skies were blue.
I ventured out with things to do,
while others watched their world unglue.
As the least of good intentions slept,
the dreams of all the Angels wept.
When from men’s hearts forgiveness lept,
the souls of all the Angels wept.
When brooms of evil sadly swept,
the songs from all the Angels wept.
When over truth false prophets crept,
the face of all the Angels wept.
From lost promises of faith not kept,
the eyes of all the Angels wept.
Even The Angels Wept Contest 05/02/2016
Sponsored by John Lawless
Even the Angels wept
As I walked amidst stars
to find my glitter fade into their twinkle,
With my dears I was at war
loneliness reflected in my wrinkles,
Few smiles in darkness if life could sprinkle ..
Heyday of life and many promises unkept,
To knocks of heaven, even the Angels wept.
Written May 5th, 2016
For contest by John lawless
Awarded N/A
Now entered for "Second chance may 16" poetry contest by Eve
when she cried
i looked away
i didn't want to see
I wasn't really old enough to see
but then i did
i had to know
oh
oh, what they did to her
i hope she doesn't remember
oh
it hurts my heart
it hurts to remember
remember that I didn't
I just didn't
sweet girl, too much
too much for you to drink
I can't get over you
in that bedroom
in that bed
over and over
one after the other
and you just slept
I wept
and I am still sorry
"Merely whispers, never idle, she strolls ceaselessly, creating passionately." Quote by poet
She wanders,
lost in the soft glint
of the scene.
Floral scent,
blowing her wild auburn hair,
it whispers bird songs.
A white path,
Till front of mom’s tomb.
On her knees
quietly
wept upon spring rainbow blooms
Mom safe in her heart.
A wee girl,
silent in lush green
memories
of worn pages.
Candles dance, as Mom and Dad
watch the graceful swans.
Jesus wept he cried he labored over us
That's just Jesus
We are thinking the Father's son
the almighty
great awesome Emmanuel
Oh hallelujah hallelujah Glory Hallelujah
Jesus wept and He cried
He labored over us
Jesus
HE wept shed his blood on the cross
Jesus
Jesus swept up our dirty sins
O and He became them
Shed his blood on the cross, for all of us
Jesus
12/3/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
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Vagabond Conquistadors
David J Walker
Having wept
And slept
At the bottom of the canyon
I’ve become the climber
Of mountains
Where I may see for myself
The residents of the clouds
And find that
It is a lonely place
Unaccustomed to the resonances
Of habitation as
It moves on
Without the vagabond
conquistadors
Claiming clouds
in the name of Christ
I have flown and fallen twice
For the believers of fables who
Know only what the hear on Earth