A teardrop
stays
long suspended
in my eyes
stubborn not to spill
I wait for a wind
to shake it loose
in the dead of the night
to empty me
of my agony
to feel waking
out of a nightmare
to a sunlit
clear morn
I believe to cry is such a healing thing to happen. I'm sure the release of tears chemically balances the body. I know after a frustrating sad day and the tears come I feel more able to cope and look at it in a different way.
Tear in one's eye stays for long time like a stubborn child and it spills later and makes empty the agony having relaxation of mind. It is a beautiful poem on tear. Thanks.
I applaud the dignity of this poem. It is difficult to pen a poem about sorrow that is able to reach out and touch the reader's heart and wake true compassion yet retain a graceful dignity. Superlative write, my friend. 10's abound here
Long suspended tear drop expresses emotion and this is no more stubborn. When wind will be blown this will be shaken and fall down. Feeling of agony will be warmed up by next day's sunlight. We hope solidified sorrow will melt by touch of greater happiness. A great poem of tears is excellently penned...10
Tears play a very important role in our lives, sometimes tears relieve us from the deadly mental strains. A nice description of human sentiments.
A brilliant write, Valsa. An excellent image too. When the tears drop down it cleanses the whole being. Until then it is a heavy burden! 100+++
Beautiful! Delicate as a teardrop crafted like a fine piece of jewelry. Eyes admire it and heart touches it. Thanks for sharing Valsa.
Highly emotional piece of poetry. As Susan Williams has pointed out, tears do exhibit a sense of dignity. Matchless expression. Thanks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Just wipe it off and have another dream That will bring to your eyes a happy gleam Your nightmare will go with a bit of luck And no longer will you be with fear struck I have this great ability to pinch my self and wake up whenever I have a nightmare. Fortunately; I don't get nightmares anymore in my old age.Thanks Valsa for sharing your lovely poem with us.