Valerie Dohren

Gold Star - 6,537 Points (13 January 1947 / Southport)

The Willow Weeps - Poem by Valerie Dohren

I sat beneath the Willow tree
And cried in sad lament -
The Willow wept because I wept;
Despaired and discontent

I lay upon the clovered grass
Enwrapped in fresh, sweet air -
The Willow wept, oh how she wept
To see me lying there

Her tears dripped down from branch and leaf
Then touched the moistened ground -
The Willow wept, because I wept
As there I sobbed and frowned

My love, my love has gone away
And never to return -
The Willow wept, oh how she wept;
With me, to ever yearn

She touched my face with gentle sway
Of boughs that bended low -
And then she wept, because I wept;
Why did you have to go?

My love, my love has left me now
And I am so alone -
The Willow wept, oh how she wept;
Then watched me turn to stone

And now the clover ‘round me grows
Beneath the azure sky -
The Willow weeps, because I wept;
Forever here to lie

The sun shall burn upon this stone
Yet cold I’ll always stay -
The Willow weeps, oh how she weeps,
For here I lie today


Comments about The Willow Weeps by Valerie Dohren

  • Lyn Paul (3/23/2015 6:11:00 AM)


    Simply beautiful. So moving. Thank You (Report) Reply

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  • (1/7/2015 12:24:00 PM)


    You have earned a new fan, Valerie..... (Report) Reply

  • (10/15/2014 11:58:00 AM)


    Wow! This is a beautiful poem, a work of art. Rhymes and flows effortlessly. A pleasure to read. (Report) Reply

  • (6/25/2014 6:07:00 PM)


    Another beautifully creative write. I had a Willow tree in my backyard when I was a kid and I remember crying because my parents told me that if us four girls wanted a swimming pool put in then the Willow tree had to go.....so the Willow tree went but I'm proud to say I was the only hold out! I just loved lying under that tree so much! Your poem has brought back some cherished memories for me! Thanks for another gorgeous poem! (Report) Reply

  • Sj Holland (6/25/2013 4:29:00 PM)


    Lovely and haunting. The kind of rhyming poetry that I like. My fav stanza:

    I lay upon the clovered grass
    Enwrapped in fresh, sweet air -
    The Willow wept, oh how she wept
    To see me lying there
    (Report) Reply

  • (6/22/2013 8:24:00 PM)


    A sad tone beautifully written and finely set. I thoroughly enjoyed reading. I'm drawn to this composition, and especially feel the spirit of it, for I have written one much akin to it, though I haven't had the opportunity to post it as of yet. Good job Val. (Report) Reply

  • Kelvin Owusu (6/22/2013 5:56:00 AM)


    It's a sad piece but at the same time it gives me a nice feeling from reading it. (Report) Reply

  • Vipins Puthooran (6/19/2013 1:59:00 PM)


    How beautiful and magnificient poem!
    Top marksss! !
    (Report) Reply

  • Unwritten Soul (6/19/2013 2:21:00 AM)


    absolutely another beautiful and lovely poem..such a magical dimension you have created here..so lovely! _Soul (Report) Reply

  • Somanathan Iyer (6/16/2013 4:12:00 AM)


    A poet peeps into places where light can not venture. That is true with this poem. Thanks a lot for this treat. (Report) Reply

  • (6/13/2013 9:18:00 PM)


    Had to read this two more times because I needed to get it across my puny mind. Well crafted imagery Valerie, it felt like a fairy tale with Brothers Grimm illustrations. I don't see the need to cry with such a magnificent companion this is a touch of beauty, thank you for sharing (Report) Reply

  • (6/13/2013 3:28:00 PM)


    How lovely Valerie, touched my heart. (Report) Reply

  • (6/13/2013 2:41:00 PM)


    Love the personification of the Willow and ending, and the possible metaphor of the stone as death, or from a broken heart that can feel emotions no longer. (Report) Reply

  • Kavya . (6/13/2013 4:37:00 AM)


    wow wat a beautiful poem mam..........the imagination of turning into stone, the emotions in depth of loneliness is very nicely portrayed in ur poem (Report) Reply

  • Elena Sandu (6/10/2013 10:07:00 AM)


    Magic pen transformed in flute playing a touching song, it filled my room's air with a scent of salt. Thank you! (Report) Reply

  • (6/10/2013 9:25:00 AM)


    This fine poem remindes me of another fine poem by Emily Dickinson with some similar emotions touched. See below.

    I Died For Beauty

    I died for beauty, but was scarce
    Adjusted in the tomb,
    When one who died for truth was lain
    In an adjoining room.

    He questioned softly why I failed?
    For beauty, I replied.
    And I for truth - the two are one;
    We brethren are, he said.

    And so, as kinsmen met a-night,
    We talked between the rooms,
    Until the moss had reached our lips,
    And covered up our names.

    Emily Dickinson
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  • (6/8/2013 10:17:00 AM)


    Such wonder and beauty in your words. Deep, sweet poetry. (Report) Reply

  • (6/8/2013 1:53:00 AM)


    A pathetic song written so beautifully that music pours along! A brilliant poem Valerie! Loved it! (Report) Reply

  • Neela Nath Das (6/7/2013 11:16:00 PM)


    Sadness spreads everywhere.Nature cries, when we cry.Cinematic language goes like this.A wonderful poem from a wonderful poetess! (Report) Reply

  • (6/6/2013 12:19:00 PM)


    Such a beautiful poem Valerie (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 31, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, May 31, 2013


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