Trees Blowing in the Wind. | Short Poem No. 36

“Trees Blowing in the Wind.”

Do you ever sit on the grass and feel the gentle breeze

blow over your face? The clouds break and the sun frees.

You breathe in, you breathe out. Life is beautiful when you’re at peace.

It’s so simple, yet so complex,

like a laugh, as it rises from your soul and escapes in your breathe.

Trees Blowing in the Wind

If I close my eyes, I can hear music play.

Maybe it’s the angels singing that, “Everything is okay.”

The worries will always be there. But I open my eyes.

I breathe in and out, and this is beautiful and I just realize.

It’s so simple, yet so sublime,

like a tear, as it rises from your soul and escapes your eye.

Life is beautiful.

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If you like this poem, check out “Mother and Child” by littleliteraturekc, as well as my own poem “Moments Notice.”

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Are there Tears in Heaven? | Short Poem No. 34

Are there tears in Heaven?

I closed my eyes and breathed the air.

I stepped outside for the first time this week.

The long drive to work took far too long.

Will everyone see I’m so weak?

All my friends asked how I am.

But I’m just numb, living in my skin.

I nod my head, “I’m getting better now.”

It’s just a lie I’m living in.

I sat in my office and lost a tear.

And I called your name, but you’re not here.

I called your name, but you’re not here.

Are there tears in heaven?

Minutes pass like hours, hours like days.

But time is meaningless, a long dream.

A horrible illusion that I’ll never wake from.

This is real, more real than I want it to be.

I drove home and lost a tear.

And I called your name but you’re not here.

How long can you stare at the ceiling and feel nothing?

Can anything take this pain away?

I’m lost in my hurt and the world spins on.

I sit alone and finish the day.

I laid down and lost a tear.

And I called your name but you’re not here.

I wrote this down. . . and lost a tear. . .

And you’re still not here.

“You [God] keep track of all my sorrows. . . collected all my tears in your bottle. . . recorded each one in your book.” Psalm 56:8 NLT

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If you liked this post, check out “Only Tears Come” by KrishnaPriya108 and my own poem, “Forward Thinking.”

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Do you wonder, “Are there tears in heaven?”

Guys Like Me (Loser Lyrics) | Short Poem No. 32

This poem is for guys like me (loser lyrics).

Why am I always ten years late?

If love was life, I missed the date.

Twenty years gone and I still haven’t changed.

Forget about winning, I’m in the wrong game.

I’m a L-O-S-E-R but winning in the past.

I’ve got the gold medal but finishing last.

Guys like me, we like to drive around alone.

We drive for hours until we go home.

But we’re never late because no one’s waiting.

We’re never late, it’s a permanent vacation.

Guys Like Me (Loser Lyrics)

I’m a L-O-S-E-R but winning in the past.

I’ve got the gold medal but finishing last.

It’s time to pull myself together.

It’s not like me to be grey like the weather.

You never know if you should quit or if you should give in.

Or if you should tough it out and still think you can win.

It’s the modern day take on the classic loser theme song.

But sometimes I like to cry. . . and is that so wrong?

I’m a L-O-S-E-R but winning in the past.

I’ve got the gold medal but finishing last.

Maybe I’ll just keep driving.

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If you liked this poem, check out “FRIENDS… a simply poem” by Kevin Parish, and also my own post “Love and Money.”

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Guys like Me (Loser Lyrics).

Hidden Tears Left to Cry | Short Poem No. 31

We all have hidden tears left to cry.

I see you coming with rain drops in your hair.

Your eyes are weighed down with every single care.

But your walls are so high, you won’t let anyone dare

to come in, so I just watch afar with a prayer.

Hidden tears left to cry, cry them on my shoulder.

We say, “Hi,” and we talk for a moment.

But what did we say that, except for just a fragment

of meaningfulness, like a dance in a movement,

spinning around this pain that feels permanent.

Hidden tears left to cry, cry them on my shoulder.

Hidden Tears Left to Cry

I can see it so clear when I look in your eye,

the life that is lost when you let out your sigh.

And you walk away from me, feeling you’ll die

if you stay, or maybe you’ll just cry.

Hidden tears left to cry, cry them on my shoulder.

You’re so close, yet just beyond reach,

so I write you this letter that I’ll always keep.

But in my dreams, you read it and when we meet

and it will be beautiful to see.

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If you liked this post, check out “Happy” by Florawora, as well as my own post “Hands Fit Perfectly in Mine.”

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Let It Go and Move On | Short Poem No. 30

Does your gut ever tell you to just let it go and move on?

I’ve been here a time or two

(just let it go).

It’s the same familiar smell

(just let it go).

And everyone’s still the same

(just let it go).

Everyone plays this game

(just let it go).

let it go and move on

I thought it’d be different now

(just let it go).

I thought I needed to make this right

(just let it go).

I’m ready to win this fight

(just let it go).

I thought I needed to make this right

(just let it go).

We all live our lives in circles

trying to relive the past.

Reaching for what we thought we lost

while losing what’s been in our grasp.

Let it go and move on.

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If you like this poem, also check out “Poem 92” by Luna, as well as my post “No Plea Except Guilty.”

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Letter to My Friends about Anxiety | Short Poem 29

Sometimes, when I write a poem, I get overwhelmed by emotion. This was one of those times. This is a letter to my friends about anxiety.

Dear friends,

I know that you didn’t  mean to hurt me.

You couldn’t see me cracking up inside.

Because we came from different sides of life.

I didn’t have a choice

but to grew up while you could

stay living as a kid.

And I ran away, every day

for no reason.

I was running from myself

but I could never escape.

letter to my friends about anxiety

Dear friends,

it’s been years since you last saw me.

But I think about you time and time again.

It’s funny, when we grow older,

we understand so much more.

Maybe, if I just told you, we would still be friends.

But I ran away, every day

for no reason.

I was running from myself

and I could never escape.

letter to my friends about anxiety

Dear friends,

I didn’t mean to hurt you.

I didn’t know you couldn’t see me cracking up inside.

Maybe, our paths will cross again.

Or maybe out kids can be friends.

And maybe we’ll hang out one time

and it will be like it was back then.

This was a letter to my friends about anxiety.

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If you liked this poem, please check out “3.2.1-Quote Me: Conversations” by THERESALY520, as well as my own poem “Hidden Tears Left to Cry.”

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