Crystals of water on my happy face
Eyes that drip joy seeing you rise to grace
For, after the times you got stuck in snow
The lights of your dreams now come to glow
Oh! Blood of my bone, listen to my cry
All that I wanted was to see you fly
There's no more precious gift that I could give
Than to help you find your ways to live
And now that you're about to hold the key for your tomorrow
My heart is drowned both in happiness and sorrow
The joy of seeing you weave your way
The pain of losing you one day for a place faraway
Listen to the sound of my tears that fall
For one day, I may be forced to cross your wall
I just wish that one day you'd always be around
And don't forget to always keep your feet on the ground
3rd place
“Tearful night prayer sounds devour darken maze of memories of love steal the slumber leaving behind loneliness.” Quote by poet
Heartbroken sorrow, pleading in tearful
Emotional, goodbye as life still goes on.
Beneath cold twilight night’s sweet scent
With utter shadowed obscurity stillness
Spread mournful utter poetic quiet love
As tears weave through the teal blue sea
Forcing acoustic waves and foam settle inshore.
Steps lost in nostalgic memories of youth.
“Give them back! Give my tears back, right now—with interest!!”
—Natsuki Takaya
She wrote her marine a letter, hopeful, bright
loved with her kisses and perfume. In sight,
the postman circles ‘round. Expectantly, she
hurries to the wooden box, near the Pear tree.
Spring is in the air with robins mating, daffodils
in potent bloom and the sudden goosebump’ chills.
Sarah shuts her bedroom door, pounces on bed,
allows steam to open the envelope, read what’s said.
“Dear Sarah, soon I go into the fight, I will write more
later, after the attack. Kiss kiss, x x, hug hug score.”
Later he continues with blood, sweat and tears.
Incoherently, blots - black and blue, slide down. Fears
march up and down her spine. Vietnam’s magic trick
was to steal her joy and love. America’s turning quick -
long ere, a neighbor, fathomed regress from her guy,
which would rip the torrential tearful cloud of her eye.
i'm writing these tearful words
in the hope they'll reach you somehow.
I'm still in shock,
can't quite believe you're gone,
that you suffered for so long,
like some sort of secret.
I couldn't face the funeral
and the box containing the body
of the woman i'd once loved:
your form (that I'd found
so beautiful) to be burned,
entombed with my dead dreams.
May you go to a God
who you no longer believed in...
...and rest in perfect peace.
Emotional site
broken down from years of pain
tears still cling to cheeks
dripping icicles
melting from intensive heat
dubbed out by my hand
By Poet "Tears are rain from the eyes."
Last night it rained~a very tearful God
Written: March 07, 2024 For Constance La France Contest
Quote by Rumi "You left and I cried tears of blood. My sorrow grows. It's not just that You left. But when You left my eyes went with You. Now, how will I cry?
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If you shed tears as the sun leaves your world,
You can't view the stars with your tears unfurled.
When my coffin is taken away on my funeral day,
Please don't believe I'm missing this life display.
Abstain from voicing sorrow, crying, or sadness,
I won't plummet into the black demon madness.
Retain quiet when you view men dragging my body,
I am not soaring; rather, as endless love I embody.
Never bid me adieu as you bury me in the tomb,
Bear that a tomb is purely a veil of heaven womb.
You will merely behold my slide into the grave,
Watch my rise along with the sun or moon rave.
Though it appears to be sunset, it is daybreak,
If a tomb locks you in, your soul is free to partake.
Ever seen a pail thrown into a well, come out bare?
Why weep for a soul, as Joseph at the well compare?
I'm sorry, You see
To my three beautiful boys
I'm sorry, you see
Mum's not quite been the same lately
But I promise I'm getting better
I owe it to both you and me
To my family and friends
I'm sorry, you see
If I've ignored calls and texts
I know it's only because you care for me
But some days it's been a struggle just to function and think lately
To anyone who relates to this
I'm sorry, you see
But I hope you understand even the strongest struggle sometimes
Be it anyone, even you or me
Tired of lying about why she is crying,
She soon unleashes the truth of how she is feeling,
But nobody, close to none, knew the true meaning
Behind how she is always deceptively smiling.
Sometimes it gets too steamy
Reality insists
On distorting our perception
As this heartbeat still persists
Sometimes it gets too frosty
When the winter comes to call
We scrape to see the road ahead
A strange fear that we'll fall
Sometimes though, there's a new mist
Corrupting twenty twenty
A sadness from a place within
An absence and an empty
Yet crystal clear is memory
Hopeful brightness never lost
As misty doesn't linger
Whether tears, or steam or frost
A dear heart aggrieved may find it hard to offer reprieve
until the heart that yearns for such mercy sinks to the grave.
The heart consumed by hate
may mourn hard but it's already too late.
February 28, 2023
You return with tears in your eyes, a child again
Whom was fed thus rattling the heart in the womb then
This day's clothing has vanished from his grasp
Otherwise, he's hunting a poor soul in his chest hasp
If you are afraid of distance, the vastness is simple
Because soul-to-soul contact is a worthy wimble
Written: January 16, 2022
Leaded fragments lost
tearful clouds of september
as saying farewell
The faces of time,
show the wear of life.
The ecstatic joy,
and the constant strife.
The eyes and their look,
stories they would tell.
In silence they stare,
from their private hell.
Haunting memories
follow where you roam.
If you settle down,
make themselves at home.
The falling of rain,
the sun shining through.
A world seen with,
eyes of tearful blue.
date:7/20/21
Celestial moonlight
drowning in loneliness, danced
in waterfall streams
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