Tears Poems

Eyes filled with tears of blood, Slow stream flows down my warm cheek, When I drag the blade across my wrist, A moment of bliss where my soul’s reborn, Lots of rushing blood burns my eyes, My fingers alone console

Tears when in sorrow or Tears when in happiness are like flow of river When either in sorrow or in happiness tears refused to flow it is like storing river water across Dam After undergoing sorrow or enjoying happiness the

The world’s a bit colder, The nights are silent The storms that are brewing They seem just like me, Violent. I killed another soul, It bled to death at my feet. I didn’t do much but, my sword, I did

When shoulders are in dearth whereby to cry, And frozen tears would stab with loneliness, A smile I dare that unto heaven try, For wish, my prayer speaks with holiness; The dirge that grieving lips would sadly sing, On hollow

Tears that fall die on the lips You can taste the salt you sip The tear drips down your face In your mouth the tear you faste The bitter taste of the pain you feel In your mouth becomes more

Don’t look at my smiles and cheerful face Because I have hidden tears underneath The hypocrisy of world made a base To dip down in the ocean and to see beneath Wonderful people are from wonderful race My enemies are

My shadow couldn’t find the mirror In the meadow of terror and horror Unseen deeds won’t see any of my face Not for sigh, stare, and amaze in balance Covered lips keep a thousand smiles Through the undone life and

It was like yesterday when the rain was failing and it never seems to stop when the sun was shining but it never seems to set. But today I was lift with the memory I thought things will continue to

It drips – my ocean. One drop at a time from the eyes of a grey stone. Flows the anguish in a cave. A fallen grace from sky, flickering like an earthen lamp. Do not go heart broken into crowd.

A mother sits by a graveside, Tears rolling from her eyes She doesn’t know the reasons, The what fors or the whys. Men who wear their business suits, Who only care for oil and cash, Sent her son to faraway

I keep thinking That the tears will stop That in time, They’ll just fade But the more the days and months pass The harder they come, Each time I cry I could just fall into an abyss I want to

Let those tears flow! Let them meet the pain! Let them be again, A reflection of your soul. At times, listen to your heart, At times, listen to your tears, For they are the closest to you, Than anyone else

One it was though companions around yet No communications , due to its conceit may be, Nay because of being realization of enchantment of what it possessed, Possibly because seclusion it liked, The other day morning breeze as usual gently

If hope were mystical and only available for this present and earthly life, I would think my future to be cloudy and dark, not sunny and bright If hope were in a constant state of deferral I think my heart

I beg of you to Listen to my heartbeat If not please allow me to keep quiet How can I feel happiness in sorrow whoever feels so let him say so I wonder how the flower she is wearing has

Tears, the salt of our soul, overflow Between life and death, recalling sweet Memories and dreams of the past, Flushing out from eyes, cleaning dejection And depression, to rejoice fulfillment, With battles, hazards and agony we had. Recalled my old

Tears of Man You have the right to remain silent. Do you make the choice or remain violent? Do you evolve and become more civilized? Or do you choose to stay belligerent? You choose to be healthy, like you are

Tears can be happy or tears can be sad, To embrace the good or regret the bad, They can be a sure sign of letting go, Trusting your heart when your head says no. Tears can show wisdom where there

Some faces Will never see ’em again Nights of those summer Will never ever be the Same Some stories Will never paint rainbow in our heart oh silly reasons Will never break us apart Now going to tread the future

What do you do when you can’t stop the tears, when your mind is overwhelmed by your darkest fears? When you dread the day that will very soon come and you reach the end where it all once began. The

Work on me,walk with me and find things I lost long ago Always in my heart,for you I will rinse my tears Toil on you,stand with you and find things you lost long ago Forever in your heart,for me you

savage was the bond of weakness; we were hiding behind the pain of decline, abdicating the singed shrine of nameless opposition, nowhere the roots were reaching the bottom of truth, I ran like river of life amongst the flames, you

Her father got killed by hands of police Now they’re screaming little one have peace Don’t show emotion, forgive, don’t speak Trying to convince her that there’s strength in being weak Unsympathetic to her suffering they don’t care She just

You know how much am tired of fake praise This pain of mine seems never to erase When I found you suppressed deep in fear Last night I only tried to wipe your tears How hard it was to realise

Love offers countless tears To bemoaning lovers with grieving affairs, As it’s roaring past them in whimsy rides And fades away to deceiving dale. Still the men plant the trees In zone safer And hope to flower them In fancied

I lay here collecting my thoughts My heart is hurt beyond lost Various moments I feel so alone Although I’m grown my pain deeply desires a home. Look pass my flaws, we all make unhealthy decisions God knows I gave

I need tears tonight, For my heart has stopped beating, It floats easy in pages am reading, Like every choir needs a leading, My pain grows numb never receding, I need tears tonight, To make me feel again, Without them

Dear children,  Before we said our first hello, the time had already passed. Before we could hold you both in our arms, You had gone to heaven to rest. We felt angelic tears run down  our cheeks, the angels watched

There’s a world of hate Outside my door And it matters not If you’re rich or poor The brave and the weak Are equally at risk From the enemy within And his evil task Horror no longer hides Behind my

Water with an immense depth… In eyes which haven’t slept… Adds to the beauty of a joy…. When trickles down substituting a smile Wonderful is a rejoice….. Carries in it precious pearls…. Mixed emotions in it always swirl… intensity can

Tears doth speak The silent scream from the heart. What we cannot say in words, We utter them all with our eyes. The unspoken sorrow and the pain, Shown in the flow of a tear; A cry from the damaged

O my sons of soil and daughters! I nursed you with my nectar But what you gave me back Loads of your filth and squalor. I watered your fields and orchards Bedewing lips quenched your thirst But you robbed of

If you look at the tears There is no difference between Tears and water Without water you cannot live And without tears you cannot love As sex releases our sexual tension Likewise tears releases Our emotional tension When we separate

I shrivel ‘neath a scorching sun, Devoid protection for my skin, An aching grimace, I’ll show none, Worse burning pain suppurates within. I wander naked through the rain, Although my body fully clothed, This broken love ne’er to regain, Only

You ask about these tears These tears I cry…. Rolling down my face With every heave and sigh For a dying world Drowning in misery And hate ……These tears I cry For the lonely, The dying and The socially displaced

Within this day my heart comes to cry. Sins I can not deny, My heart has become weak, Your presence I seek. Guidance I plead, make me not weak. Thy face I seek, oh hear my prayer and make me

there’s a song in my heart that needs to be sung in union with friends a bit combersome fallen angelic creatures with vast different features create a whole inside flirting with fire blowing it up to its fullest of desire

When the angels created you they danced They sang and played with you constantly They laughed with you and had a smile on their faces all day They held you tenderly in their arms while you slept The day you

Sometimes you cry. And that’s okay. It doesn’t make you weak. It never means you’re frail. It means you’re strong… Stronger than they know. Sometimes you have to let some bad out to make room for more strength. And, my

Life is tricky Some feel miserable for unknown reason While some feel upbeat for no reason Life is a dancer It makes you jump in Ecstasy and it makes you fall in agony Life is a mystery You know not

Love is a nicotine, hurts but, it’s mine. The angry pulse feels like a needle tussle, ain’t no relief, drunk in your memory old monk. Blood rushing in cold, as the moment unfolds, Mind, all numb, noise of the silent

Never say that you’re unlucky When you have a shoulder to place your head on, Never say that you have nothing When you have one’s hand to swipe your tears, Never say that you’re alone When you see that wet

His Life’s journey was devoid of any story Empty pages were his Life’s File The few worthy incidence in his life too got erased in the floods of his tears A Breezy wind knocked away his short rosy married life

I feel like a teardop rolling down a face I can feel the shape of the cheek I trace I’m just salty water hanging it’s true But so much pain I have go through The pain of a child with

  This anguished scene would touch anyone’s heart, Poverty is a menace where everything ends before a start. Every Saturday morning, I could hear their cries, Observing their plight, a little help that everybody tries. It’s an instance of a

He sounded very feeble Unlike the man he once was “I heard” he said “what you wrote” Picking on a Love Hate duel; An innocuous note that I have penned in an obscure magazine. “How come you feel that I

A tiny drop of tear Washes away my fear Enlightens my heart with hope Encourages me towards the Lords’ rope Eyes shedding the waters Drops,tip top and the cheeks wet Somewhere,in me,the pain rattles I confuse people with this rain

Let the mourner be Let the grief burst forth overflow the barricades snap the cords asunder rise from the depths of the Being Let the mourner be Let him throw open the floodgates of sorrow weeping is but natural for

They swim like tadpoles. Thoughts! I was waiting at the far end of pond. Heartburn increases at dusk, fierce battle of blazing stripes on blankets. On the scarlet face a bridge was burning in wide open eyes. Somebody takes an

It was not a fleeing moment Or a few hours by the clock Not even an eventful day There were weeks to contemplate And months to weigh the ups & downs Before the decision was taken Tears were shed, emotions

The panther goes for the neck only. A body trembles on the stairs. Scarred bones are strewn around in the broad day light. I sometimes hear a wailing sound. Here lies the scarf, the coat, the shoes. A nation is

Pen in hand, I struggled, as the pages begged, I let them be white, even if for the day. But my first battle was with my tears; I wondered, could I fill my ink bottles with them? No. Leaving you

As the rain pours down from the skies, So have a million tears fallen from my eyes. As the thunder clashes, and the clouds begin to roll, So does the pounding of my heart that you stole! As the lighting

I look at a slice of sky and weather from the window of my sick room tethered to the bed by depression. Time has come. Somebody will lay me open. Must I suffer with deep holes in buried mind where

Under a dark velvet moonless sky I am drowning with a wilt rose in my hand Because I never learned well a lesson to swim Not in the hard solid ground I am helpless to stop the waves Too hopeless

I love to write with an Ink pen But my Ink is not an ordinary one With colors like blue, red or green I have an ink pot full of tears Whenever my pen dries I fill it up with

Drops splashed over, here and there Few settled quickly and others were queer Little clear spheres at times radiant with colors Looked like rainbows drawn so near.. Must have been bundles of joy to the child’s eyes, For it just

Really fed up of my life, It pains me and kills me everyday… The things appear as a knife, Really Fed up of my life… Don’t know why they want to change it!!!! Today I am sad a li’l bit..

The house is still and everyone is asleep That is when I let myself weep It feels so good, to let go And not put on a show No need to smile no kids around Who need to see me

Like the rain drops Falling from the sky They roll down my cheeks Unstoppable when they find Me with myself “A dear friend I am Never leaving by your side” They claim: in sorrow and pain In joy and lame

Love Rocks like wind across the sea Love Rocks like a rocket at top speed Love rocks Love Rocks like a storm to a willow tree Love Rocks like Times square on New Year’s Eve… It’s amazing; it’s dynamic and

A mother will suffer real agony for her child to feel adored And will cry so many tears to have her child to understand being truly loved She will teach her child the true meaning of good and bad And