When little they flowed over freely
And were so hard then to stop
But now they stifle before starting
I can't even manage a drop
Not truly showing how I am feeling
Nothing coming even when I try
With an overabundance of emotions
These eyes they still remain dry
Weeping tears, I could try to move on
Having room for a brand new thought
But they dry too quick before falling
For a reason I have not been taught
If only I could get it all out
Cleansing my soul then as they poured
I would cry through each day and all night
For the ones I have missed and adored
These are honest words not coming out your barren lips, perhaps but from the bottom of your heart and translated into tears that like a river are running down your beautiful face! These sincere tears running through your veins feeding the fingers that would hold the pen to write this heart touching and thought provoking poem! Just beautiful! Keep inspiring the World! 10+++ Love and Peace for always! Romeo from New York City! ...
Your poem reminds in the opening stanza, how easily a small child cries. It should also warn us that crying is a gift and a release in times of huge emotional stress and loss. Mind and body need the release of tears in the journey of healing. The appeal of your verse is quite beautiful.
A very poignant and eloquent write, overflowing with raw emotion...I can see that you have the gift of keeping a steady 'beat' throughout and maintaining a smooth flow to the poem, a skill which many others do not have. Great piece, thanks for sharing it. -Leslie-
Haley: This is so well done. Yes, can we reach middle age without somewhere wishing if only we could go back just to have a good cry and not be faulted for it. Read mine -I Cannot Return - Adeline
your expressions are so powerful that they can make a person cry.i can connect to it very well and the beauty is the way you putted it down.
Thank you all so much! I am so happy you all are able to relate to my 'tears'. I appriciate your wonderful support, and take joy that they have touched so many hearts.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
went for years and couldnt cry... but when my mother died that changed... another good and honest poem!