I'm laying here tonight
In the bed we used to share
Looking at your side hurts
Without you it's so bare
I pull your pillow close to me
But you scent is gone too
As tears roll down my face
My heart breaks again missing you
It hurts a little extra knowing
You leaving is because of me
This burden I'll carry forever
I deserve all this misery
I don't deserve happiness
That fact should be known
I deserve this life of regret
That I'll forever spend alone
No matter how many tears I cry
They'll never be enough
'Cause the days without you were splendidly tough.
It hurts my heart to the core
I can't wear that surface smile anymore
'Cause my wounds are still sore.
Till this day I admire you
-Like a ship to its crew.
Killing with kindness from a dark place
Improvising love forcing a smile on face
Needling white words meant to assure
Greetings heard but not felt not pure
Onyx heart that never skips a beat
From missing spark of love not tenderly
Tears hide behind white winged words
Even narcissist fake kind to be heard
Raping spirits of the blue beautiful ones
Raging you fear it the love of gold sun
Only yesterday gives you any jaded joy
Remembering the good filling a void
Salty as kiss of abyss meant to destroy
There's a storm in my heart
It has tattooed scars on my soul
I have seen the ugly face of a wound
It reeked bitterness
And in the cold dark pain
I felt something die inside me
Now I carry the carcass of dream
My hopes have deserted me
To crown me king of sorrow
My kingdom is brokenness
Pieces of me lie shattered and bruised
I have no song and no dance
I have become a forlorn statue
Time scorns at my disappointments
There is a part of me that no longer cries
It is buried deep inside gloom
I have become stone and desert
And when the arid winds blow
I cringe like a wounded animal
And howl in pain
Biting cold night
Tears on a rose
Her petals turn gray
Death sucks her life away
She stands alone in feeling
No one knows her secret cries
She has shed away her hopes
Her beautiful soul holds memories
Of times sunshine kissed her face
Now darkness swamps her world
On the grave where they have laid her to rest
We learnt not to cry
keep hearts guarded under sleeves
eyes learn not to spill
for solace comes at a cost
when feelings are best unsaid.
Body knows the truth
eyes brim before we know why
throat clenches; words choke
we blink hard and turn away
buying time to face ourselves.
Tears can blur the truth
joy and grief can look alike
eyes speak without words
strangers may misread their cause
even we may not know why.
Tears swell against walls
the guarded well spills over
there's no calling back
buried cracks burst wide open
bringing the whole dam wall down.
The years taught restraint
stand firm and hold back the flood
with courage and will
hiding where the cracks may lie
release is revelation.
wear this tiara of tears, weep veiled stars
O wedded Hina of heart ~
falling in l o v e
again …
contest : the numbers game
sponsor : Nette Onclaud
date when my quill cradled this kimo; 6.09.26
not enough to soak my dark night’s pillows
with volume of regret’s salt
pledge is flooding my bed
Cup runneth over; chalice of sorrow
Drowning in each sip I take,
Fighting for one last breath.
* 'The Numbers Game' Poetry Contest
* Sponsored by: Nette Onclaud
* Submitted/Written on: 9/5/2026
A string of pearls gleams in her aster eyes
she tries to veil grief away
but truth will ever stay.
– no rain falls from a melancholic sky –
beneath the willow’s tresses
in vain the widow grieves
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The Numbers Game Poetry Contest Sponsored by Nette Onclaud
05/09/2026
Written: September 04, 2026, for a contest sponsored by Nette Onclaud
Verified by H.M.S.COM / 10~7~6 syllables
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Lanterns cavort amidst the sodden stone
orchids fade like brief embers
blossoms return as rain
~~
Pretty bright sunny day with birds singing,
turned stormy with big dark clouds,
AN OUNCE OF TEARS came out.
A chemist weighs each bitter tear of grief,
a month to yield a lone ounce,
time refuses to heal.
THE NUMBERS GAME Poetry Contest
Nette Onclaud
2nd September 2026
The Number's Game Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
8/31/2026
An Ounce Of Tears —
as breakfast comes out, strain eye-disaster.
disappear, once oval girl,
to rose on china cup.
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