Weeping Poems - Poems about Weeping

... "Dead leaves lay still until the wind takes them here and there: even the last flower is withered: yet there is a beauty in decay. " ......Read More

...Forget me when I'm gone, I did nothing great. In times of trouble I laughed At all the time we shed. Forget me when I'm gone, For I never really cared. I gave just enough To hope And n......Read More

...I uncover my blackened face My frail hands trembling As I fervently seek the remedy I have nothing except morsels of supplication And a thousand restless nights to my name Immense ......Read More

...??? I saw the lady moon in sky She peeped in lakes and float on high She perched on softish throne of gales She played with fays and stars of sky With silver sheen she smiled at dales At hi......Read More

... In the midst of weeping with a salty aftertaste. There is a warm embrace of light, not waste. Some stories are cloaked in frantic haste. This is emerging in the midst of the chaste......Read More

...The plasma screen was dissolving, was actually weeping Something had happened, something had shocked the television out of its usual studio-based blah. A trembling voice announcing: explorers......Read More

...Kindness playing along the smile, From a heart who bleeds inspiration In hues of hope, healing, happiness, Breathless sprays of light and love, laughter Alive like the music of wind, embracing O......Read More

... I don't know whether she's still there. And nor do I really know why I even care. For so many years she never crossed my mind. But Daddy always taught me not to be the forgetting kind. It wou......Read More

...These are my modern English translations of haiku about plum blossoms, plums and plum trees. Picking autumn plums my wrinkled hands once again grow fragrant —Yosa Buson, loose translation/inte......Read More

...Shrivelled roses, Feeble boughs, Bare meadows, Shrinking woods, Weeping trees, Empty nests. May 29, 2023. ......Read More

...Title: New Hope Author: John King Ayanfe © Date: 29/05/2023 From the fist of democracy we seek joyous feast Our feast of independence has been thwarted by greed's fist To speak in hope became ......Read More

... Farewell to thee, farewell my soul My weeping eyes now cannot see Thou to thy haunted room can tell! That thou forever dwell with me! The magic of thy lovely tune I carry with me in my bre......Read More

... melancholy bleeds tears of darkness, hues wistful, lonely weeping silently, night blazing with the grim, a shroud to confuse withdrawn into the......Read More

...To the sound of pelting rain, she woke in early morning Upon the tattered tin roof, it rhythmically pitter pattered No sunlight peeked through clouds on daylight's dawning She thought of him a......Read More

...I can hear you calling me to join you for a cup of tea.I can hear you calling me to sample your homemade coffee .I have not had breakfast in years and I have missed the things to make my morning dese......Read More