As some of you know, I love poetry. Nearly everything about it writing, reading, or listening to it, I simply love poetry. So I thought I'd share some poetry with you. My absolute favorite poem is by Lord Byron and is called The Tear. (You can read it below) Therefore the theme of this poetry reading so to speak is tears. . . and no I'm not in depression. I simply think that the tear is an amazing thing that truly shows the strength of your emotion and passion for someone or something whether they are happy tears or sad tears or even angry tears. When you cry it means you truly cared for something or someone.
The Tear
When Friendship or Love our sympathies move,
When Truth in a glance should appear,
The lips may beguile with a dimple or smile,
But the test of affections the Tear.
Too oft is a smile but the hypocrite's wile
To mask detestation or fear;
Give me the soft sigh whilst the soul-telling eye
Is dimm'd for a time with a Tear.
Mild Charity's glow, to us mortals below,
Shows the soul from barbarity clear;
Compassion will melt where this virtue is felt,
And its dew is diffused in a Tear.
The man doom'd to sail with the blast of the gale,
Through billows Atlantic to steer,
As he bends o'er the wave which may soon be his grave,
The green sparkles bright with a Tear.
The soldier braves death for a fanciful wreath,
In Glory's romantic career;
But he raises the foe when in battle laid low,
And bathes every wound in a Tear.
If with high-bounding pride he return to his bride,
Renouncing the gore-crimsoned spear,
All his toils repaid, when embracing the maid,
From her eyelid he kisses the Tear.
Sweet scene of my youth! Seat of Friendship and Truth
Where love chased each fast-fleeting year,
Loth to leave thee, I mourn'd, for a last look I turn'd
But thy spire was scarce seen through a Tear.
Though my vows I can pour to my Mary no more,
My Mary to love once so dear,
In the shade of her bower I remember the hour
She rewarded those vows with a Tear.
By another possest, may she live ever blest!
Her name still my heart must revere
With a sigh I resign what I once thought was mine,
And forgive her deceit with a Tear.
Ye friends of my heart, ere from you I depart
This hope to my breast is most near;
If again we shall meet in this rural retreat,
May we meet, as we part, with a Tear.
When my soul wings her flight to the regions of night,
And my corse shall recline on its beir,
As ye pass by the tomb where my ashes consume,
Oh! Moisten their dust with a Tear.
May no marble bestow the splendour of woe,
Which the children of vanity rear;
No fiction of fame shall blazon my name,
All I ask- all I wish- is a Tear.
~By Lord Byron~
The pretty Rain from thos sweet Eaves
Her unintending Eyes-
Took her own Heart, including ours,
By innocent Suprise-
The wrestle in her simple Throat
To hold the feeling down
That vanquished her- defeated Feat-
Was the Fervor's sudden Crown
~ By Emily Dickinson ~
Okay so I ran out of poems about Tears that I liked. . . ;-D So I thought I'd end with one I wrote that's just a little odd, but that I love and read over and over just because.
Orange
Orange
Color of the rain
Falling from the sun
Rising from a geyser
Color of the steam
Gray
Blue Color of a dolphin
Jumping for the sky
Crawling after Daddy
Color of a baby
Pink
Yellow
Color of a smile
Bright and shining
Soft, loving, caring
Color of a hug
Indescribable
~By Alaina Mathers~
Enjoy!
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