Weeps Poems - Poems about Weeps

My soul weeps again, calling out your name, Through endless dreams of silence. I lose my roots, no longer knowing where you are, My soulmate, from where will you appear in evenings? I write letters in the night sky, stories drawn in stars, On the canvas of life, I reconstruct the path to you. I wait, lost in twilight, where are...

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On an autumn evening, when the sky weeps with silver stars, I wander among the shadows of dreams, enveloped in mystery, and art, like a silent priestess, whispers stories to me, about unseen truths, hidden in the silk of time. Each moment is a canvas I paint with desires, and my palette is a rainbow of undefined emotions, coloring my soul...

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I stood beyond the stars, past the birth-cries of galaxies, and turned my gaze to Earth— and I wept. Not with the tears of man, but with the sorrow of God. For what I beheld was not creation, but corruption dressed in velvet robes. Marriage, once a sacred fire, now wears a plastic crown. It is no longer covenant, but contract — no longer love, but leverage. They have...

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lady of the tiger tattoo, i, the lonesome hunter in queue, bathe your toes, obscenely straining, a beleaguered virtue waning while my guitar gently weeps, i should scold desire, but hearts deny seekers trapped by your auburn waves do meet their ends in many caves...

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—A Cry from the Rubble to the Thrones of Power— In Gaza, the sky does not fall— It rains fire. Children sleep beneath concrete tombs, Mothers wail into hollow winds, And the olive trees Bleed. A boy holds his sister’s severed hand Like a prayer, Like a memory, Like a question God won’t answer anymore. America— Your silence roars like F-16s, Your aid is not charity, But crucifixion money. You...

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The question hangs, a whisper so light and thin, When God is weary, deep within, All his strength deployed, from all the strain, Who will hear his sighs behind the rain? Screaming behind the thunder's echoing boom, When shadows gather, sealing gloom? When burdens crush his mighty frame, who will ask for nothing, Though you know his...

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The alley shivers under broken light, puddles cradle forgotten stars, midnight forgets to weep....

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Snow falls silently here On Pahalgam's mourning hills Pure crystal white turned red White flakes bear witness to loss Each one holds a mother's tear Snow remembers all Innocent faces frozen In time's bitter glass Terror's footprints disappear Yet snow preserves the sorrow Through snow-capped...

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The Moon weeps, not for me Not for my misery or lost dreams Not for my shallow self or missing memories Not for my mystery or burdens of thee Not because I am one with nothing Not in the years living in turbulent seas The moon weeps, not for me It weeps for the loss It weeps for the...

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Beneath a sky once soft and blue, Now painted smoke, a darker hue, The cries of children split the air A lullaby of deep despair. The earth, it shakes with fire and flame, But none can tell the world who’s to blame, Innocence lies in crimson pools, While tyrants play with warlike tools. A mother holds a lifeless hand, A father searches through the...

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march weeps for humanity i drew a sketch of march number three on my calendar shaded orange and brown leaves and freedom, walking away like a dejected soldier me, with a tear in my eye i never pretended to be an artist my art was merely seen from my eyes looking into others and yet when you turned away i could only lay my brush aside march...

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Israel weeps beneath a wounded sky, where prayers once rose like incense, now swallowed by fire and dust, buried beneath the weight of fallen stone. The streets hum with ghostly echoes, laughter turned to silence, dreams turned to rubble, love turned to names carved in grief. A mother clutches a child's shoe, the other lost in the smoke, a father’s hands—once builders— now dig through ruins,...

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Over ink-drenched pages shadows crawled Filled with tales of the broken who dared to fall Tears thinly coated the weak and weary lines Blurring the edge of truth with pain and glory intertwined Through every ink smudge a story’s shape takes form A tempest's tranquil eye documenting the storm Wept-on pages with stories yield a heart laid bare An ink-stained...

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Love weeps for the wilting rose forgetting its thorny pain...

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In the twilight of life, when the sun weeps its rays on the reddened sky of memories, I feel how autumn weaves its golden and rusty web over the garden of my weary soul, Each falling leaf is a lost second from the hourglass of our ephemeral existence, And the wind whispers elegies for the time that slips...

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