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Gods1son Sep 4
I can't understand why I'm still breathing
You were my reason for living
I can't believe one day u would be leaving
As I'm writing this, I'm weeping
I just hope you are kidding
Baby, I'm right here pleading
I cry out loud, pls recieve me!
When the ONE you care about the most is gone
When I first met Blue
I swore I saw stars
His corona dilated my pupils
When I first met Blue
I told Him all
But, then he wanted more
Now I’m like a child
Lost in a store

I’ve never been a man of my word
I’ve never been honest with myself
I am the weeping child
I beg of you
Don’t kiss and tell
Sometimes we're so desperate for a prince charming to come and save us, that we don't realize we're actually falling for the evil witch in disguise despite all of the signs
Simpathi May 28
How can you stand there,
With blood on your hands?
You never confessed,
But here you still stand,

Covered in their remains,
Full of their memories,
But you put that aside,
You made your amenities.

Was their life of no value,
For you to even consider?
Did they not heal you,
Through the harsh freezing winter?

You neglected your feelings,
Not even to think twice,
About what you were doing,
Ending their life.

What did they do to hurt you,
To make you carry this grief?
I assure you it’s not their fault,
They’re not the reason you weep.
Don't let your pain become you...
So many say they are broken hearted
So many caused by forced departures
Many drowned from longed desires
Many more from weeping criers

The faint beats of withered chambers
The hopeless dreams of foolish strangers
Bearing no truth, childish dangers
It's time that we......errr go gain some majors?
Did you like the ending >_<
I Suppose Mar 7
Deer always fascinated me
How agile they were
How adorable they looked
in the harsh winter weather
I always watched Bambi as a child
With my parents.
They usually cried when they saw
The tragic death of Bambi's mother
But I could never call it tragic
For I knew she had moved to a better place
And that granted me catharsis
She would be up in heaven, prancing around in the ethereal snow
And as I sat  
With the doe-eyed deer in my sights
I think back to Bambi's mother
As I softly squeeze the trigger
The bullet does not go through the head as planned
The sights were off.
It tears through the deer's throat
It whimpers in agony on the ground
I run up to it and hold its dying head in my arms
And as I look at the doe-eyed deer
For the first time in my life
I weep
But I can only weep
Until hunger sets in...
The seventh poem in the Untitled series. Our lives are fragile. Protect them.
I used to believe that pain had
some kind of cosmic
threshold

could only go so far then strengthen me
making me
bold

I've been branded with a much deeper, darker,
wider, weeping & gnashing of teeth
type of pain of which I thought was
reserved for an un-earthly
hell

Now I know it can exist
long before death so far as I can
tell
I'm still believing You Lord that we were always only passing thru
Mongi Jan 23
Weeping Tree

Weeping tree
In a place I haven't known
Only known to our forefathers
You've been told in tales
Giants of the land have journeyed
In quest for your warm embrace
While the minute ants from the dust
Have ignorantly grazed
Right under your mysteries
You've been a mystery to the seeker
But a treasure to the holder

Weeping tree
What haven't you been?
You've cast a shade under for the goats to rest
You've sprouted branches for the birds to roost
The nests that host future generations
Are founded and knitted upon you
You've been shelter to the needy
You've shouldered Mother Nature's mistakes
A bearer of comfort and affection
A groomer of the future
A harbour of hope

Weeping tree
But you've showed to me your other shade
You enticed me with your collectedness
Wooed me with your sentimental stance
And lured me with your sweet reverberations
We closed the distance between us
I found my share of the forever told mystery
Your embrace warm over me
But you got a little more harsh on me
Like the broad wings of an angel
Your branches covered me
You brought me close to your stem, roughly  
Your embrace turned into an engulf
Your pats into slaps
You pressed, you smothered
You let me die inside of you
While I died inside of me
I died
I hope you weep
Weeping tree

Mongi C. Nkabindze
Grey love
Seanathon Jan 21
Thin like the willow
Grey as the dove

Quiet as the wind beneath which pesters the cat floats the wings and sweeps the city streets clean of debris

Dark as the asphalt
Soft as the paws

Lean like meat
Old like soil
And slick like oil as it drips from beneath

Shaking like the bedrock
The running water whips

Damp as the corners
And dry as your eyes
It slips

And where asphalt meets the mossgrown bricks
Corners are placed and worlds collide

And the man within is locked away
Within the metaphorical city street

Would the Central Park I know and love, return to me?
In all such glory

The Willow trees
Must go.
Lyn-Purcell Dec 2017
Listen as the willows weep
Silvern rain and wounds are deep
Secrets words are put to bed
Where there are many tears to shed
Poem from my journal.
mrc Dec 2017
sometimes i think that even the flags weep
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