Danette Frenz


Tears


Cry, release your tears-it's comfort.
Helps the pain, the troubles to thwart.
First tear trickles down, one eye and hits the lip.
The other, from another eye just slips.

Briny, salty, hot tears to taste,
Some say it’s not a waste,
But why such haste?
Either tear tastes the hurt,
Like words that are curt.

Both tears stab so deep.
Tear bags that steep, hot tears a heap.
What do I do?
Unto you?
Pour out my tears?
Drink to my fears?

It hurts so much,
Without your touch.
My tea is cold,
I need your hold.

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2014
Edited: Saturday, January 04, 2014

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Form:


Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Another cold day.

Comments about this poem (Tears by Danette Frenz )

  • Gold Star - 6,601 Points Lyn Paul (1/4/2014 5:12:00 AM)

    It is good to release our tears when then is a need. There are also times in life when we know we have to move on and believe there is something better for us. Thank You Danette. (Report) Reply

Read all 1 comments »

Famous Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  3. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  4. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  8. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  9. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  10. A Dream Within A Dream
    Edgar Allan Poe
Trending Poets
Trending Poems
  1. Still I Rise, Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost
  3. Dreams, Langston Hughes
  4. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings, Maya Angelou
  5. Invictus, William Ernest Henley
  6. If You Forget Me, Pablo Neruda
  7. Phenomenal Woman, Maya Angelou
  8. A Dream Within A Dream, Edgar Allan Poe
  9. If, Rudyard Kipling
  10. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, Robert Frost
[Hata Bildir]