“Listen to the Wind”
The wind arrives, with secrets stitched in its breath,
It hums through the hollows of abandoned trees.
A hush of silk, it weaves the dusk with longing,
Its fingers comb the grass, gentle and unseen.
And each guest watches, trembling, through the curtains.
Rolling like sorrow across forgotten shores.
And against the windows of weary houses.
A lullaby layered with echoes of loss.
The wind remembers the steps that have passed,
And strews them as petals over the earth.
It carries the salt of tears uncried,
Spilling them gently into the quiet air.
Listen—the wind is not empty but aching,
A voice unmoored, searching for a place to rest.
In the rafters it bides, as restless as a soul,
Drifts away and takes some pieces of us.
The wind does not ask for witness or reply,
Yet, it teaches us how silence still can sing.
When night tucks itself into the folds of shadowed valleys,
The wind keeps vigil for all things who have no voice.
Categories:
uncried, heartbroken,
Form: Free verse
In silence lies a hidden blade,
A subtle force, in shadows laid.
While others shout, their voices loud,
The quiet stands unbowed.
Rejection’s sting, a bitter art,
Yet fuels the fire within the heart.
Each “no” a step on paths unknown,
A test of will, a strength full-grown.
Watchful eyes with steady gaze,
Unspoken truths through crowded haze.
While noise consumes the restless sea,
The silent see what others flee.
Not always near, not everywhere,
Selective steps make moments rare.
Like treasures found in hidden folds,
Their presence gleams in whispered holds.
With quiet strength they claim the floor,
No need to shout, no need for more.
Their confidence, a steady stream,
A force unseen, a lasting dream.
And pain, though sharp, becomes their guide,
Through shadowed nights and tears uncried.
Each scar a mark, each wound a key,
To rise beyond, to simply be.
Unpredictable as rain’s soft flow,
A shifting tide that none can know.
Each move a question, each word a spark,
A glowing flame within the dark.
The world may favor voices loud,
But silence holds a strength unbowed.
A power hidden, yet reclaimed,
A force unnamed, but deeply claimed.
Categories:
uncried, courage, hope, science,
Form: Free verse
Why are you
waiting
your house
is burning
Run while
you can
from the blaze
inside
What will
be left
in the morning
after
But naked
ashes
and tears
— uncried
(Dreamsleep: April, 2025)
Categories:
uncried, fire, symbolism,
Form: Rhyme
If it were not for you I would
live carelessly unashamed
But instead I live carefully
Unabashed unafraid unrestricted
Unrestrained ambushed by
Ambushed by memories I thought
I had forgotten so sorrowfully for
Me to be on bended knees
Begging for forgiveness
Breathlessly starving for your
Affections stop this dizzying
Dance and surrender I care for
No other attraction but you
Arouse my feelings of content
You're the pleasant pressure I
Swoon in
No mild adjustment no other you
I trust in for today is yours your
Ecstacy your dreams uncried tears
No wretched memories come
Afoot I'm pouring my heart out to
You so I think you should know my
Heart beats just for you
There i have confessed my whole
Soul to you that look those eyes
That angelic face my craze for you
Categories:
uncried, appreciation, care, dance, fate,
Form: Prose
A thorough thought
I define how devine
I resign to a mysterious
Tear uncried
I'm inclined to sigh.
Categories:
uncried, cry, me, muse,
Form: Free verse
suppressing
unexpressed hurt,
rivers
of tears uncried.
she's nursing a heart
cleaved in two;
prince charming
deep-sixed her.
she's been
replaced
with new girl
he met on the sly.
she's too numb to feel the...
pain...
that everyone sees.
(yalto)
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Date written: 10/16/2020
Categories:
uncried, betrayal, emotions, endurance, hurt,
Form: Verse
What is it then that holds us in its grasp
For fear has fled and love too long denied
Restrains itself within the hour of taps
Binding itself to latent tears uncried
For time will pass among the stoic stones
Count cadence for the passing hood and scythe
As leaves of broken dreams that hang alone
Cling to failed promises of coming home.
So does the weathered scarf of tartan pain
Conceal the graying edge of times disdain
Soft colors bleeding through the moors and brae
Inflame the sunrise wish to come, to stay.
For those who rest beneath this solemn earth
Are those who bore the colors, gave it worth.
John G. Lawless
1/31/2020
Categories:
uncried, courage, family, history,
Form: Sonnet
Patronize me not because your feet ride in new heels
In a flurry of moves to prop the ego
That in a hurry kills
Dreams and creams in streams of unwise steps you and I can forgo
To pave the way clear
For you and I to step up gears
In thoughts and plans you and I hold dear
Despite uncried tears and unseen fears
You and I can do without
To grow a little warmer
Snipping frills, nipping in the bud any lingering doubt
About the role of a reformer
Who when the going gets rough
In real time or at a later stage
Claims you and I don’t possess the stuff
To engage and manage intricate matters when on the verge
Of putting the icing on our cake
Knees collapse as you and I lapse
Into making the most elementary mistake
That perhaps
Sets us back months of careful diplomacy
In our march forward towards the consolidation of the relationship we treasure
When unalloyed gynocracy
Sails, nails, wails and mails nonsense beyond measure
Ensconced in manifestations of self adulation
In whose sludge you and I indulge
To promote moves whose undulation, moderation and modulation
Multiply errors to ensure our collective failures bulge.
Categories:
uncried, poems,
Form: Free verse
BUDGERIGAR
Yellow green and a blue nose bump,
Came in a small paper bag
From a big bag of four,
Far from the warm southern sun
Streaming from Uluru to Lake Eyre,
And the distant salt scent of Spencer Gulf.
An excitement of yellow
A climax of chirping twittering then
Drinking a nearby lake dry.
Enjoying cool breezes down from the hills
On a cricket-loud night
Under the Southern Cross.
His home is with us now - a warmth of yellow,
A solitude of tears - welling and uncried.
A windowful of dampness
Obscures the smell of Spencer salt,
Swinging trapeze is not pomegranate trees
And their seeds of red pearls.
Clock tick silences the kookaburra laugh.
The clock is wrong -
Even the seasons are reversed:
Summer crickets are now winter icicles.
A frozen heritage -
He can outfly a diving falcon
But wire bars replace his southern stars.
No memory of swaying in swelling
Clouds a million strong.
A plastic mirror shows him he’s a bird.
..........................................
Categories:
uncried, bird,
Form: Free verse
Silence should have known better and understood truth was nothing it should fear.
The one thing to cause this chaos was the only thing to scare the tear.
The one tear I should have cried and the one dream I did not voice.
Because the silence never replied the tear never really had a choice.
It should have been a part of it; a part of the river which did not weep.
Now silence agonizes with no redemption and the dream only lives in sleep.
A place where silence can live in harmony because there is no one there to be denied.
Now this silence is entirely too loud and the tear yearns to have been cried.
Categories:
uncried, analogy, angst, image, lonely,
Form: Rhyme
Morbid lines,
Stricken heart.
Pain with no words,
Body with no soul.
Filled with lies,
Truth behind dark eyes.
A heart with no passion,
Eyes filled with uncried tears.
Confusion,
Desire,
Darkness.
I see in you what I want,
Never to take,
But wanting painfully.
Sadness,
Loneliness,
All alone.
Tell me what you need me to be,
Catch me falling,
So I fall no more.
Categories:
uncried, depressionme, me,
Form: Free verse
The tears won’t fall they refuse to be noticed,
They refuse to let you win,
They hide themselves until late at night when no one is around,
Why won’t you just understand it’s not your place to judge me only God can do
that,
Why won’t you just leave me be and get out of my life,
Tears they sting my eyes and burn my nose,
I have so many tears left Uncried,
I have so many thoughts and dreams that I’ve just let die,
You were once my only true love but now I look to the one above,
You left me here while you’re so far away,
You’re the reason for the tears left Uncried.
Categories:
uncried, passion, sad, teen, me,
Form: Blank verse