Sobbing Poems

Moving and Kitty Cats

Inspired by Mati, a Stubborn, Beautiful, Black Angora

When Mom sat me on the ground, oh, meow, what fun I found.
Loved the out, but now I need in more, so I call and rub our door.
Where's our stuff they carried out, I still smell familiars about?
They just don't hear me yet, I'm sure there's no reason

The Space Between Hands

The Space Between Hands

Always left alone in the corner of the room,
Often wondering if something’s missing in the gloom.
Head down, tears falling — can’t stop the flow,
Sobbing in silence, hoping no one will know.
Never reaching the end with someone in stride,
Letting go halfway, with no goodbye implied.
Then surrender comes, with the whisper, “Go ahead?”
But “why?”

Tears

So many tears – throughout the years
Tears of doubt when I hoped to find out
That love would win – against my sin
Tears of yearning in my heart, gently burning
Filling me with an ache – but I didn’t break
Tears of compassion who’re never out of fashion
Though understanding left my soul withstanding

So many tears who could quiet

With Tears

Silent tears hold the loudest pain - author unknown.


Just when I think no one will know,
There comes a soft and gentle flow,
Silently sighing o’er the light,
Stirring my heart’s kindness to glow.

Reflected on moments so bright,
Painting my soul with dreams I write,
Vows broken never can reveal,
Spoken by those who know my plight.

Wonders, breathless, are quite real,
Capture

Frightened Sobbing

Written: September 08, 2023
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In the realm of fearless pranks, we meet,
Where weakfish lump and teardrops greet.
A sluice of inducement  we embark upon,
With words that excoriate as a lethal swan.

With a droplet of grit and a split decision,
We dismantle our panic with precision.
Such a weak swimming against the tide,
We defy expectations; we won't hide.

In this

Sobbing With a Stranger

I saw anguish and sorrow in this stranger’s eyes
I sensed a recent drowning or boat accident
my clairsentience whispered it had been her daughter
being an empath and psychic is disturbing sometimes

I did not reach for the woman sitting next to me
park benches are for distancing strangers
but when she reached for me, I enveloped her
and we sobbed

Stop Taking Her For Grant It

We exploit her gifts, polluting, robbing.
Mother earth has a soul and we've
all heard her sobbing..
Too many species are now extinct.
We need to slow down, reassess, think..
Exxon, Shell, Chevron need new tools,
stop their reliance on our fossil fuels.
These companies must end their
greedy ambitions. They are responsible
for 71% of our global emissions..
We've known that it's coming.
Don't act

A Silent Cry

Babies cry 
Because they are afraid 
They are hungry 
They are sick
They have pain
They want comforting 
They want attention
They don't know how to speak 
They are helpless
Adults do cry 
Because they are sad
They are painful
They are scared
They are lost
Babies may cry noisily
Sobbing all the way
Asking for help
Adults may cry silently
In their hearts
A silent cry for

Sob

Oh, a tear or tear?
Crying because it was torn?
Ah, a tear or tear?

(January 2022)

sunrise ritual

an early mourning stroll, and hours spent passing through as many neighbourhoods,

and sometimes you sob so
violently that you cannot contain
noises breaking past your lips, sounds
usually repressed. sometimes you can only
sob while pacing the streets, and sometimes you
must spend hours shaking, shaking, pacing the streets.

step after step. you roll your shoulders, gasp;

    

That Day

THAT DAY

That day started as any other day,
Then I saw your face swollen and warm,
I think I knew then.

I made the call and drove you there,
I handed you over, not wanting to let go,
I think I knew,
That you wouldnt be coming home.

During the long day I knew,
I sobbed I was so worried,
The call came,
After listening

Trees Sobbing

trees              sobbing,
                      tortured by rain -
               

I Sit Sobbing

I’m staring at the reflection in the mirror -
who is the lady with the grey hair?

Today a strange man came to visit me
I do not recognise him …
He says he is my son

I try hard to remember as we talk about the past
He shows me photographs of his childhood years
Memories come back to me; I

Beneath the Sobbing Willow

Beneath the sobbing willow, 
In her white dress, she stood still.
Eyes closed to the clouds above her,
Hair dancing to the wind's tune.

She has unspoken words,
And no voice to speak.
She held a breath and soon let it go.
With her hand tightly grasping her dress,
She painfully knelt.

And beneath the sobbing willow, 
He saw a woman in pain.
Unable

Sobbing of Mother

Sobbing of Mother

Who would be more knower definition of love?
When mother’s son sleeps untimely on the pool of blood
Timid when fires bullet triggering gun
Nozzle remains to outlet without cause

There, price of tear of mother’s 
Crazy estimates fumbling fun
Alas!  Right track would have been there
Ah! Could flow from the heart
To them who are laid down

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