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Steve Page Aug 9
Layer by layer
the wailing wall
still weeps
leaks life
still happy
to receive
prayers to gods
who no longer reside
no longer invest
in their attempt
to subdue
a fierce people.
                  And the river offers up her long laughter below.
Prompted by a rock wall at Colden Clough, Lumb Bank, nr Heptonstall, West Yorkshire,  UK, former residence of Ted Hughes.
Janvi Shree Jun 13
When things get tough,

She cries a little.

….

Every single time, she contemplates it,

If it’s portraying her as weak,

Or is it okay to cry a bit?

What if it’s actually making her weaker?

What if her biggest fear is creeping it’s way out of the pit?

….

She holds herself, push back the tears,

But all her efforts aren’t worth,

All it takes is two words,

From someone, her presence who seeks,

And she lets two drops roll down her cheeks.

….

When things get tough,

She cries a little,

Then,

She buckles herself up,

In the end, only she gets a little tough.

….

Love ❤️
Emma Pratt Feb 3
i frequently
weep in silence -
for those i treat well

are the ones who most of all
seek yet to harm me
and label me crazy

because of this
i am lost
and confused

and you,
     i want
               you to suffer
the insanity -

in myself i am aware of this

but the one i call ‘you’ is simply
                  myself
    and i find that i
          am the cause
                 of my
insanity
inspired by the fragments of Sappho
BSween Jan 21
.
There is poetry in the light
Of the afterwards -
The perfect glow
When ugly scars are blurred
And words
Reach new locution
Despite our dissolution
You rest your head on my lap
and weep until your tears
become our kisses
and our solace
wet with promise
Of kinder years.
Mark Wanless Nov 2020
i walked the shores
of Agenon
for thirty years and more

it was not there

lived a long life
of hardship
on the slave ships of Stife

it was for naught

fell in love a
hundred times
never forgot one

i weep at the loss

sat on a mountain
wind blowing
through me

it was pleasant

perfection is a quest of fools
Jeremiah Mhlongo Dec 2020
𝖶𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾,
𝖨 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾, 𝖨 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾,
𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋?
𝖬𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝖾𝗋,
𝖢𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗌,
𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗇𝗈 𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌,
𝖬𝗒, 𝖬𝗒, 𝖮𝗁 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋?
𝖨𝗇 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉,
𝖫𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉,
𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗉.
the one I love belongs to another, she belongs to another, how unfair of love
Bhill Nov 2020
The Rains Came...

the rains came in short, but lovely, bursts
clouds, that had been only skyward visitors, decided to weep
welcome, welcome rain from high up
come and fill our flowers cup
leave some moisture for us to keep
leave it while the desert sleeps
let it soak into the ground
giving up lifes nector, with nary a sound
the rains came in short, but lovely bursts....

Brian Hill - 2020 # 308
Eva Oct 2020
I looked back at the rows of stone, with the many carved names.
I wonder if they had anyone to cry for their loss.
Did anyone weep for their death, or were they like me?
again, my thoughts scoffed at myself.
No one will ever be like me.  
I lifted the gun to my trembling head.
In a way, it was calming…
I was now stronger than my thoughts, holding a power it never had.
Farewell miserable world, you’ve given me my pain and all of my sorrow.
But I've one last request.
Please, cry for me.
N Sep 2020
I wonder if the filed of lavender
sighs when it yearns for her scent

I wonder if the sunflowers
worship her raven hair
like the sun

I wonder if the moon weeps
with longing over her absence  

I wonder if the sky turns pink
when the spring breeze
touches her silky skin

I wonder if the cherries bleed in her
mouth like my heart when she left
Kara Shirlene Aug 2020
I reach to my heart
When depth of despair draws near
And the weight of the world
Rests on my weary shoulders.

I reach to my heart
When the lack of compassion and apathy prevails
Because tongues of men spit words
That couldn't be further from the truth.

I reach to my heart
When the brave and wise tend to
Other's needs alongside their own,
Because their hearts are made of
Pure Gold.

I reach to my heart
When the fear of the unknown
Becomes too much to bear.
When my mind won't stop chattering.

I reach for my heart
When it all feels like too much...

But the Peace Lily bloomed
Just to weep with us too,
And suddenly all of our burdens became one.

I reach for my heart
When there is no hope in sight
Yet- deep down I know I can feel
The Healing Light.
Because Love is all I've ever truly known.
©KSS 4/2020
This poem was written in response to my feelings of grief surrounding the global pandemic. It was April, and my Peace Lily had bloomed for the first time in a few months, and I just remember feeling so comforted by the hope of new life by this bloom. I thought, what beauty to decide to bloom in the middle of a pandemic, perhaps just to bring comfort and weep with us too.
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