As the tears begin to fall,
I try to keep standing tall,
And pretend that I'm okay,
But my face gives me away.
My tears I no longer hold
After what I've been told,
This crying feels good to me;
It helps set my pain free.
I'm a broken man on the inside,
Getting myself together I've tried.
The pieces slip through my fingers
As my pain sits there and lingers.
My hurting inside I can't tame
For this pain you're to blame
The pain I try to hide
But I can't do it teary-eyed.
The high-pitched sound of steel on steel
screeches where the tracks meet the wheel.
The train station seems somewhat stark
as shifting shadows stalk the dark.
The train rumbles in, and she tries
to be brave, yet she softly cries.
Taking my hand in hers, she smiles
and says love can stretch many miles.
We found love while on vacation,
but will it last past this station?
She clings to me like morning dew,
and yet, there's nothing we can do.
The conductor calls out, "last call,"
as the Night dons a misty shawl.
And we rush a teary farewell,
as the train whistles, time's death knell.
I see her wave a sad goodbye
that breaks my heart and makes me cry.
And as the train increases speed,
I pray that God will intercede.
Slowly
The drops all fall
In the now dimming light
Forever to be gone in
The night
Written on August 8, 2021
A walk through the meadows..
Reaps of serenity..
A picture perfect landscape..
Lush green as stillness resides
Teary eyed with regret..
In a pondering state of melancholia
The past suddenly appears with a vengeance
Battles fought accompanied by hardships..
Trials and tribulations through passages of time
A test for one's self surrounded by turbulence..
Teary eyed as one's journey continues..
Fearful moments..
Imperfections..
Failures..
A lonely heart cries with the absence of love..
Unspoken words
Silence with sadness..
Serenity heals
Pain of regret
Sorrow..
A life without love
A walk through the meadows where stillness resides..
Serenity thrives..
Spoken words..
A voice heard..
Skies of grey from yesterday
and yesterdays to be forgot
that brought the snows of gloom’s dismay,
elicit tears that grief begot.
Feelings felt from deep within,
emotions flowing from the soul,
displayed from teary eyes begin,
to pour like rain beyond control.
“Tears are like the quiet drift
of petals from some magic rose,
and grief yet flowing from the rift
of unremembered skies and snows.”
The magic rose whose comfort seeks,
but, yet her thorns, a heart, will pierce,
and tears that flow upon one’s cheeks
will leave their stains with sorrow fierce.
Memories for which one cries,
and sorrow’s grief that now remains,
with stormy skies and teary eyes,
are left behind to bear these pains.
April 29, 2021
The third stanza written by Joseph May.
Eyes Being Teary About a Query
Our eyes were worn out while being teary;
Then had looked round for another query,
Hesitating,
And contemplating
Try to discover what had been new theory.
Jim Horn
Trying To Make Up My Mind
Must find way to make up my mind,
Being curious, confident and kind;
Take peak;
God seek;
Look to future leaving past behind.
Waiting for Bible Study Group
Another week for this have been waiting;
Great Bible group seems so motivating;
Nice and near;
Willing to hear;
Christ and God to me can be captivating.
Bible group actions of Jesus will inact,
Who wonder about how we do react;
We cared;
They shared,
Each fact about Him had found intact.
Thank
Each drop
April’s rain
Releases to
You
Drops
Resound
Off flooded
Potholes, with a
Splat
(Lanterne/Acrostic)
Mar. 17, 2019
Light Up The Page 3 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
Holding on to dreary past when emotions cried
Looking for remnants of a happy dreamy night
Where love, once resolute, resides teary eyed
Early days saw blue skies roaming far and wide
Giving way to stormy clouds hosting dire plight
Holding on to dreary past when emotions cried
Rising waters warned of looming turbulent tide
The essence of soft shadows spurned lorn sight
Where love, once resolute, resides teary eyed
Recounting evermore moments of joy and pride
Saddened vibes overtake with raging ugly fight
Holding on to dreary past when emotions cried
Appearances blatantly lied when romance died
Regrets now multiply as hostile memories bite
Where love, once resolute, resides teary eyed
Darker motions inform abandoning rays of light
Insisting to take refuge within stories they write
Holding on to dreary past when emotions cried
Where love, once resolute, resides teary eyed
May 9, 2018
The essence of soft shadows contest by John lawless
Wanda's eyes were teary
All day she felt that way
So badly she wanted to cry
The tears would not come
She did not know the reason why
When it was bed time
Upon her bed she laid
With her head upon the pillow
Laying awake for hours
Wondering why she felt this way
No answer came to her
Tossing and turning All through the evening
Until she fell asleep
A little break from teary eyes
Is what she needed
That is when the tears
Began to roll down from her eyes
She tried to stop-tears streamed down
Until all the tears had cease
Feeling better after a good cry
Teary Panacea
Inject the serum of pain,
Numbness crawls in quickly,
Pours down from eyes,
Foggy sight hides reality,
A tear rests near the lips,
Then slides on the tongue,
That’s the taste of remedy;
The pain-killer.
Teary eye, teary eye
You are my sweet lullaby
Teary eye, teary eye
You are my sweetie pie
Teary eye, teary eye
To you I will never ever lie
Teary eye, teary eye
In front of you I’m not scared to cry
Teary eye, teary eye
You sometimes make me shy
Teary eye, teary eye
Together we will reach the sky
Teary eye, teary eye
Sometimes I miss you my oh my
Teary eye, teary eye
I hate those long goodbyes
Teary eye, teary eye
Love make us fly
TEARY EYES WERE NO DISGUISE
All her dreams were falsehoods and all her plans were lies
Her objective was to get that which she could get
Her crimson kisses were temptation in disguise
And I curse the day the both of us first met
‘twas on a Thursday afternoon I do believe
When she recognized my apparent need for love
For I must have worn my heart upon my sleeve
A sleeve which led to a worn out and bloody glove
My search had reached it’s apex on that Thursday
I thought that a lasting love had just arrived
But now I recall that afternoon as dull, grievous and gray
And when she left I’ll never know how I survived
I had my hopes and she had her agenda planned
And if I’d only known her objective was to use me
Each day since her departure happiness has been banned
And if I seem maudlin with teary eyes please, I beg you, excuse me
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