crying

I’ve Had the Longest Day

Submitted by Damaris Ann on Fri, 02/22/2019 - 05:51

Crying in the shower at the end
Of the day
Over old heartbreak
Or perhaps
Current pain
But when the water calms
And my tears are washed away
I slip into my bed
Like my fears slipped down the drain
But not every fear or burden
Feels like it’s gone away
For I am only human
And I’ve had the longest day
So I beg for mercy
And pray for thankfulness
Hoping that each part of me
Will be fully cleansed
So bless the Lord, oh
My soul
And forget not His
What?
His benefits

Another Poem About Crying

Submitted by Damaris Ann on Fri, 02/01/2019 - 00:45

The tears kept falling
I dashed them away
Angry at how fragile I’d become
But the anger only made the
Tears fall
Thicker
Adding to the overwhelming sense of
Feeling every emotion
So strongly
It started with sympathy for
A Hollywood actor
Making pain feel tangible for a moment
While creasing over on-screen
His face a tangle of fear and
Heartbreak
“Okay?”
“Okay.”
But the truth is that I’m not
Okay
I’m broken because
A song about seeing the stars
Over Amsterdam

Tears

Submitted by Damaris Ann on Sun, 02/07/2016 - 15:46

Sometimes I ponder and I wonder why
A woman who's blessed tears up to cry
And then I remember her eyes so gentle
Feeling so deeply she loves not a little

Her life is a beautiful poem
Her heart is intricately woven
Her God-given life a sacrifice of love;
Her soul made of beauty given from above

Remember her tear; needed; 'tis true
It's a privilege if shared with you
Her sorrows are all yours now, as are her joys
Her heart is in your hands, your love it employs

Coming From A Stranger

Submitted by little woman on Sat, 05/14/2011 - 19:41

My church offers coffee and donuts after the 10:30 Mass. My family goes to this Mass both because it is the time that works best, and because the the littlest members can be bribed to behave well.

"Sit still and you can have a donut when Mass is over." "You need to face the front and stop waving at Annie, or no donut."

Not very holy, I know, but until they can see the beauty of the rite, they will be threatened with their once-a-week donut.

Strong As Grace

Submitted by Mairead on Thu, 04/30/2009 - 20:36
cold hard wind
through these trees
no fruit on these branches
but withered leaves

water drops, a flowing pain
translating my heart into this rain
showing things I hold inside
for all to see even in this dim light

i tremble as this flash pierces through
this sky it looks dark but somehow true
this thing that strikes is as my ache
hard to cope with and hard to shake   my cry is mingled in this rage
i shake my head and hide my face
why this restlessness? why this haze?

The Tear

Submitted by Bernadette on Mon, 04/20/2009 - 17:17

A golden droplet,
Or perhaps silver,
Swelling up,
And falling out.

It curves over,
Every line,
Through the midst of pain,
Or the wonder.

Glinting in the light,
Or glowing in darkness,
Still rolling over,
A shadowed face.

I see you cry,
And mourning still,
And from your eye,
Comes the tear.

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