Poetry: Silent Tears

Here’s the thing about crying,
If it’s not out of joy, or loss from dying-

I wouldn’t break one.
Not all shoulders are good to lean on.

The waters warming in the Mississippi
Get to cool off in another sea.

I don’t harbour silent tears,
The loudness is one of my fears.

When nights stay longer to keep days out,
My eyes still find friendship in drought.

Leonell
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This dream is not about me
A time came when he couldn’t pay a fee

Sincerely we wanted to see
If the work of his hands had some glee

Until he met a pin in the middle seat
Rubbed his sweat and threatened to beat

The diamonds were near but he couldn’t reach
His end drew close and heard the Prophet preach

Breath ceased at the peak of his glory
Wolves in sheep cloaks are a thing to worry

Rachel Charles
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Hiccups and coughs don’t always come as cold,
Study the pose, the one that strikes as bold.

Silent sobs reverberates from the soul.
Swimming down a bottomless hole.

They roll down along the dry edges,
Past the open sores the chest wedges.

Its drops are swallowed by a pillow
Dripping yellow, oozing billow.

I know them well
Every sigh heaves a bell.

Vera
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Pain knocked,
Heart sank, cracked,

Hot tears cascading,
Heart pounding,

Voice seized,
Limbs numbed,

Head banging,
Breath swaying,

As pain hived,
Words unspoken, tears rained.

Hijab Gurl
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Cascading down the rocks
This water all but mocks

Reminding about a place
Contained within a space

Telling of time, of memories, of plants
Of trainings put forth by debutants

If tomorrow must shine bright
Today mustn’t be held tight

By the bank of these falls
Silence permeates its walls

Jennifer Dafwat
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Silent tears fall to the ground
They well from emotions profound

One sniff to set it rolling
Like a star that’s falling

A heart clamped in a choke hold
Causing the eyelids to fold

But silence is the hole
Where these tears find home

Bubbles like molten magma
But silent from wicked anger

Hybrid
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Your right hand should learn
His left left before the earn…

I read of lights and shadows,
They divorce in shut windows

That shoulders are broad,
Burdens may not lean past the road

Tears are outcomes of emotions
Dry them on self-thought solutions

Cry this pain alone
Their care is tricky and crone.

Bamvi
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The one that breaks the shell
also quenches the fire of hell.

It carries so much weight
rippling its curved edges to be straight.

some are a mixture of love and joy
pouring from the wetting girl or boy.

No matter how little with its wind and mind.
look out for the trouble and how it will unwind.

Silent tears come sometimes with a heavy noise.
It cares not who would let it have its choice.

Ruddapoet