Tears! ! !
Tears are mother nature's best friend
Shed by persons both happy and sad
When shed by someone who means to offend
Or offered by Max who is mad
Just remember that Mom collects them year round
And does it without even a frown
Because they replentish our earth
With flowers and grass
So cry me a river
The drought doth come hither
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Why The Tears I Shed?
Why the tears I shed?
Hunger is around,
I'm well fed.
Why the tears I shed?
The fire has gone out,
Warm is my bed.
Why the tears I shed?
Love is without sense,
On me lies her head.
Why the tears I shed?
The living is on alms,
Aplenty is my bread.
Why the tears I shed?
Life seeks mercy,
More blessed is the dead.
poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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And You Will Shed Tears Of Joy
My love so intense
like fragrant musk’s incense
Would
permeate you
hypnotize you
anesthetize you
And you will shed tears of Joy.
My love so hot
like blazing sunspots
Would torment you
torture you
tantalize you
And you will shed tears of Joy.
My love so calm,
like soothing divine balm
Would comfort you
caress you
heal you
And you will shed tears of Joy.
My love so high
like majestic sky
Would shelter you
protect you
comfort you
And you will shed tears of Joy.
My love so forgiver
like pristine pure river
Would cleanse you
purify you
rectify you
And you will shed tears of Joy.
My love so divine
like Old bottled wine
Would energize you
galvanize you
divinize you
And you will shed tears of Joy.
My passion
emanating from divine station
would shock you
rock you
knock you
And you will shed tears of joy.
My emotions
healing as divine potion
would envelope you
embrace you
embarrass you
And you will shed tears of joy.
My divine eyes
calmer than sky
would chase you
daze you
amaze you
My Baby!
And you will shed tears of joy.
ANJALI SINHA
18-12-2008
poem by Anjali Sinha
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The tears that I cry are not yours
I am not your friend who tried
to kill you last night
I am not you friend who mustanize
and try to get intimacy
I am not your friend who killed you
your father, then came back home with a gun on my face
I am not your friend
who is your friend
then your friend
what is a friend
when you have a friend
then a friend who is my friend
when I have a friend
The tears that I cry are not yours
I have never had a friend
like my mother
I have never had a friend
like my father
I have never had a friend
like my brother
my sister, she hates me
as much as I hate her
The tears that I cry are not yours
who is she to take off
her clothes in the middle of
the street and say the door will
be closed in the next fifteen minutes round
The tears that I cry are not yours
‘she my mother, my mother who cries
every time she thinks of
me’
you are my sister
but you were my sister
when my sister was born
The tears that I cry are not yours
every time I see her
I am happy
for she knows what it means to…
‘she used to come home to me
and say poy I have something for you to eat
don’t tell anyone
The tears that I cry are not yours’
poem by Amos Motlanthe
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Blood Red Tears
Lighten up, give it up
I see a chance to make it up
Theres a price for every day
Youve just thrown away
I am all I ever was
Didnt change the way I was
Get a grip, button it
Cool down, hypocrite
Couldnt you find her? examine your head
Heres a reminder, blood red tears were shed
Didnt you need her? examine your head
Will you remember? blood red tears were shed
You dispose, I oppose
Couldnt you resist a go
You applaud your reward
I sit here alone
You agree to comfort me
Every day I try to leave
End of feud, your attitude
Worn there on your sleeve
Couldnt you find her? examine your head
Heres a reminder, blood red tears were shed
Didnt you need her? examine your head
Will you remember? blood red tears were shed
Couldnt you find her? examine your head
Heres a reminder, blood red tears were shed
Didnt you need her? examine your head
Will you remember? blood red tears were shed
They tell me to go, I lie that I know, he cries so unkindly
Couldnt you find her? examine your head
Heres a reminder, blood red tears were shed
Didnt you need her? examine your head
Will you remember? blood red tears were shed
song performed by by Olive
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Tears Will Always Shed
tears will always shed,
when we're apart,
you'll never understand,
the pain I feel.
I'll always remember,
what I've been through,
especially when,
it comes to you.
I know it seems foolish,
but I thought it would be you,
to stand beside me,
and to wipe away my tears.
I know that it's hard,
just being there,
not knowing what,
to do or even think.
it happens to all,
that moment,
when we're at a loss,
for every word.
I'm sorry for everything,
all you've been through,
the broke. home,
and the lost hope.
but believe me when I say,
you'll turn out great,
you have a great mind,
with a heart in the right place.
you'll go far,
that I have no doubt,
you've got a great life,
that's waiting for you.
just go my dear,
and don't look back,
I'll always be here,
if you ever crack.
no matter how many,
tears I shed,
it means nothing,
without you there.
don't get me wrong,
I want you to always,
follow your dreams,
even if it means I break.
so good-bye,
just take those steps,
leave me here,
please my dear?
poem by Katherine Bryce
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Testament
I feel I'd like to be alone
with you, friend, if you'll stay:
my time on earth is nearly gone;
at least that's what they say.
And you'll be going home on leave:
mind you… what odds? I do believe,
to tel the truth, not many
will give a brass halfpenny.
If anyone should ask of you…
well, anyone at all…
you tell them where that bullet flew
right through the chest, one ball:
'He died with honour for the Tsar'
- and say how bad our surgeons are -
'and to his habitation
he sent his salutation.'
You'll likely find that my old dad
and mother both are dead…
I wouldn't want to make them sad
or send them tears to shed;
but if you find that they're all right,
just say I haven't time to write,
the regiment's campaigning
and there's no use complaining.
They've got a woman neighbour there?
God knows how long ago
we parted!… She will hardly care
to ask you.. Let it go,
tell her the truth, leave out no part,
no need to spare an empty heart;
she'll shed a tear or two there…
but it means nothing to her!
poem by Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov
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Happy Birthday Mom
Happy Birthday Mom
You mean so much to me
I’ll cook you a delicious meal
And serve it with sweet tea
I’ll pick you a bouquet of flowers
I’ll clean your house so you can rest
We’ll visit the entire day
Because you truly are the best
I’ll bake your very favorite cake
Chocolate tops your list
I’ll sing Happy Birthday to you
And I’ll end it with a kiss
So happy birthday mom
My wish for you all year
Is smiles and laughter every day
And shed only happy tears!
poem by Marilyn Lott
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Shedding
Cells, nails, and hair shed periodically,
One sheds no tears over such loses.
To shed one’s body in death is much more
In that you live no more to shed tears.
05.03.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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M-O-T-H-E-RM is for the million things she gave me,O means only that she's growing old,T is for the tears she shed to save me,H is for her heart of purest goldE is for her eyes, with love-light shining,R means right, and right she'll always be,Put them all together, they spell MOTHER,A word that means the world to me.
quote by Howard Johnson
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Oh Mother
ho mother your the best my life
look upon to you real mother
you not like who kill their baby
your love is forever between me
and you, you loved so much oh
i think if you die way from me
my life will reach to the end of world
Many hugs
Only luv never anger
Teaching me
Helping me
Every smile when I was sad
Raising me to be strong
It spells Mother. Thanks for being u.
Happy Mother's Day
means more than flowers and gifts
It means saying thank you
It means I love you
You are my mother, my friend
Today is your day
love you mother ikeruth
poem by Ahmed Kakembo
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Yvonne of Brittany
In your mother's apple-orchard,
Just a year ago, last spring:
Do you remember, Yvonne!
The dear trees lavishing
Rain of their starry blossoms
To make you a coronet?
Do you ever remember, Yvonne,
As I remember yet?
In your mother's apple-orchard,
When the world was left behind:
You were shy, so shy, Yvonne!
But your eyes were calm and kind.
We spoke of the apple harvest,
When the cider press is set,
And such-like trifles, Yvonne,
That doubtless you forget.
In the still, soft Breton twilight,
We were silent; words were few,
Till your mother came out chiding,
For the grass was bright with dew:
But I know your heart was beating,
Like a fluttered, frightened dove.
Do you ever remember, Yvonne,
That first faint flush of love?
In the fulness of midsummer,
When the apple-bloom was shed,
Oh, brave was your surrender,
Though shy the words you said.
I was glad, so glad, Yvonne!
To have led you home at last;
Do you ever remember, Yvonne,
How swiftly the days passed?
In your mother's apple-orchard
It is grown too dark to stray,
There is none to chide you, Yvonne!
You are over far away.
There is dew on your grave grass, Yvonne!
But your feet it shall not wet:
No, you never remember, Yvonne!
And I shall soon forget.
poem by Ernest Christopher Dowson
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Mother land
Mother is dear and precious,
Not single but reasons various,
Bowing head with mind conscious,
World recognize and hold opinion continuous,
We run to her and seek refuge,
To us she is supreme and huge,
Not a word of dishonour to her honour,
Always she is their in our critical hour,
I would prefer more to serve mother,
Even heaven is offered, I won’t bother,
She always keeps flock together,
Why we go and seek blessings from other,
Mother land is no less sacred,
I lay down life rather tears to shed,
Hold the ground and never fled,
Let whole land cover with blood red,
Mother land is more precious than heaven,
To be defended with odds and even,
Not an inch to be given or bartered,
To her feet thousands of lives to be offered,
Never to question what she did for?
What I could offer in case of war?
If honour and prestige are at stake,
I will not bother about my cake,
Mother and mother land both is supreme,
Preventive steps taken even so extreme,
Nothing can be so holier than her,
I pray and worship her and no to her,
I shall deem it my duty to defend,
May not bother even many to offend,
Shall prefer the place in glorious hell,
But not desert her for self interest well
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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An Actress laments
An Actress laments,
Everybody knows
that I shed tears in movie
with glycerine;
But, alas!
Who knows
my heart weeps and shed tears
without glycerine!
I get fame,
but not a happy family.
poem by V.K. Kanniappan
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I Remember - Loss Through The Eyes Of A Child
I remember
The times when we
Watched the sunset
I could see the reflection
In your eyes
I remember
Sitting on the brick wall
Along St. Angela’s Street
The time when you almost fell off
And cracked your head open
I remember
Chasing butterflies
At Wolf Brook
No matter how hard we tried
We couldn’t catch up with them
I remember
Lunch times at school
The dinner lady looking at you
With surprised eyes
Because you wanted extra veg
I remember
When you told me the news
Leukaemia
That one word
Keeps sounding in my head
I remember
Seeing you there
Hair falling out from the chemo
Frail and weak
Not being able to stand
I remember
Trying my hardest
Not to break down and cry
At the sight of seeing my best friend
Hurting and in so much pain
I remember
Walking down long corridors
Visiting your hospital bed
Wanting to stay with you
Forever and never leaving your side
I remember
That phone call
All the tears I shed that day
And all the tears I’ve shed since
You passed away
I will always remember
Watching the sunset
St. Angela’s Street
Chasing butterflies
Lunch times
Leukaemia
Holding back the tears
Long corridors
Phone calls
Losing my best friend
But most of all
I will always remember you.
In Time of Drought
The rushes are black by the river bed,
And the sheep and the cattle stand
Wistful-eyed, where the waters were,
In a waste of gravel and sand;
Or pass o'er their dying and dead to slake
Their thirst at the slimy pool.
Shall they pine and perish in pangs of drought
While Thy river, O God, is full.
The fields are furrowed, the seed is sown,
But no dews from the heavens are shed;
And where shall the grain for the harvest be?
And how shall the poor be fed?
In waterless gullies they winnow the earth,
New-turned by the miner's tool;
And the way-farer faints 'neath his lightened load,1
Yet the river of God is full.
For us, O Father, from tropic seas,
Let the clouds be filled that shed
Rough rains upon Andes' eastward slope,
Soft snows on Himàleh's head.
Freight for us as for others thy dark-winged fleet,
That soon by the waters cool,
We may say with gladness, “Our need was great,
But the river of God was full!”
poem by Mary Hannay Foott
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Bad Boy
I woke up from the drink I had
The room was dark and suddenly began to swirl
I should of heeded mothers words
She said shed heard it said you were a naughty girl
But what does a mother know
That we really need to know
And what would she say if she knew
Na na na na youre just a bad boy
Who, who, who
Na na na na theyll drive you mad boy
Who, who, who
But mother, what a way to go
I looked out as the sun came up
I shook my head and said I really should be gone
I grabbed my shoes and daily news
And walked out in the heat beneath the summer sun
But father was there outside with no place to run and hide
He looked most upset as he said whereve you been?
Na na na na youre just a bad boy
Who, who, who
Na na na na theyll drive you mad boy
Who, who, who
But mother, what a way to go
But what if shed walked in and caught us
Do you think shed have been shocked
The way that she talked youd think I was a daughter
Anyway the door was locked
I know that mother disagrees
But I would really like to see you again
And if you want to see me too
Then meet me in the bushes at the river bend
And no one will find us out
cause no one will be about
But still I can hear them all say
Na na na na youre just a bad boy
Who, who, who
Na na na na theyll drive you mad boy
Who, who, who
But mother, what a way to go
song performed by by Rick Springfield
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The Pain of the Earth
DOES the earth grow grey with grief
For her hero darling fled?
Though her vales let fall no leaf,
In our hearts her tears are shed.
Still the stars laugh on above:
Not to them her grief is said;
Mourning for her hero love
In our hearts the tears are shed.
We her children mourn for him,
Mourn the elder hero dead;
In the twilight grey and dim
In our hearts the tears are shed.
poem by George William Russell
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Devious
I remember one girl
Saw her again in a magazine
Front cover, big star
Showing things that Id never seen
Well maybe
Can you feel it? can you?
I remember one girl
Whod believe shed be so devious
Bad decision, bad move
She told the papers everything
Well maybe
Do you need it, do you?
Do you want it, do you?
Come and get it
I remember one girl
Shed only make friends in expensive cars
Television, good wine
Leather seats and a friend of mine
Well maybe
Somethings coming
Oh no
song performed by by Gary Numan
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A Never Ending River
The tears run down my face like a river,
a never ending river,
the pain and the blood shed,
a never ending river,
the blood flows down my wrist and i feel nothing,
a never ending river,
there is no more blood shed and no more pain,
a never ending river,
as I die I lie in a never ending river
poem by Katie Lathrop
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Step On Me
Words and music by brian may and tim staffell
Know what I said when I saw you crying
Hang on thats folly
I was reeking the head I believed your lying
Youre just a bad memory
My life was going to be better
My why could I never ever see shed step on me
Well I talked to your friend just the other day
I was gonna look and raise a smile
And she hid a smile and she aint like you
Been asleep from all the journeys a little while
My life was going to be better
My why could I never ever see shed step on me
Step on me,step on me,step on me
Now its so good I wont waste my time
On a two year old picture of you
Oh now that youre gone everythings fine
But you probably think that were through
My life was going to be better
My why could I never ever see shed step on me
Step on me,step on me,step on me
Now its so good I wont waste my time
On a two year old picture of you
Oh now that youre gone everythings fine
But you probably think that were through
My life was going to be better
My why could I never ever see shed step on me
Never ever see shed step on me
song performed by by Queen
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