Tears are a strange and multifaceted language of the soul. They can be quiet messengers of sadness, or they can be a stormy expression of joy or relief. In these short poems, I have attempted to capture the various shades of this feeling, moments when words fail and only beads of moisture on our cheeks speak for us. Each poem is a small portrait of an emotion, frozen in time. I hope they will resonate with you.<\/p>\n
\nThe gaze is lowered, the lips are silent, A tear rolls down the cheek. The heart is quiet, barely beating, And melancholy, like a thunderstorm in the sky.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nTears of joy<\/h2>\n
\nSun in the heart, light in the eyes, Laughter sparkles like dew. Happy tears cannot be contained, Life is beautiful and so pure.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nNight sadness<\/h2>\n
\nDarkness outside, silence, Something from years gone by came to mind. And a silent secret of subtle sadness flows down my cheeks like a string.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nParting<\/h2>\n
\nThe train disappears into the distance, into the blue smoke, Hands reach out, but they can't reach. In that gaze is an unspoken hymn, And tears have nowhere else to fly.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nLoneliness<\/h2>\n
\nThe room is empty, only a quiet light shines through. Thoughts wander in the night's silence. And an invisible trace of sadness leaves behind on the eyes, as if in the wilderness.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nForgiveness<\/h2>\n
\nThe pain fades like fog, The heart feels lighter, there's more warmth in it. Tears are a sham of healing, And the hurt is no longer welcome.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nMemories<\/h2>\n
\nAn old photo, dust on the glass, A gaze fixed on the distant past. Tears flow down the old sheet, Carrying with them joy and sorrow.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nLoss<\/h2>\n
\nAn empty space, silence all around, Cold in the heart, longing in the eyes. Tears are salty, like a bitter sound, And hope has gone away like a river.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nHope<\/h2>\n
\nThere are clouds in the sky, but a ray of light has peeked through. Faith is still alive in the heart. Tears of faith that the world has deceived, barely wash away the sadness.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nDream<\/h2>\n
\nA dreamy gaze is cast into the distance, The heart believes in a miraculous outcome. Tears of happiness, like a delicate garment, And the soul sings with bliss.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nFatigue<\/h2>\n
\nThe day is fading, my strength is at zero, my body is asking for rest and sleep. Tears of fatigue in the silence, and only silence all around.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nHappiness<\/h2>\n
\nA magical moment, bright, simple, Joy in the heart, spring in the soul. Tears of happiness sparkle under the moon, And love for the world is boundless.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nFear<\/h2>\n
\nA shadow on the heart, trembling in the hands, Fear paralyzed, not allowing to breathe. Tears of fear in empty eyes, And hope does not want to seek.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nDisappointment<\/h2>\n
\nThe castle of fragile hopes has collapsed, Cold in the heart, deception in the soul. Tears are bitter, like a delusion, And a shattered ocean of dreams.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nPain<\/h2>\n
\nA sharp pain pierces the chest, burning tears flow like a river. It is impossible to escape them, and the soul is filled with darkness.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nRepentance<\/h2>\n
\nMy heart aches, the guilt is a heavy burden, I really want to ask for forgiveness. Tears of repentance are a pure union, And I strive for the light again.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nTenderness<\/h2>\n
\nA little angel, a tender look, The heart is squeezed with love. Tears of tenderness, like poison, That heals and gives days.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nParting<\/h2>\n
\nThe last look, the last breath, In the heart - pain, in the soul - sadness. Tears of farewell, like moss, Cover the former distance.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nAcquisition<\/h2>\n
\nMeeting myself, my destiny, my heart is filled with a new dream. Tears of hope that brightens, and the world suddenly becomes my home.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nSilence<\/h2>\n
\nThe tears have dried, the sadness has subsided, The room is quiet, only the light in the window. The pain has gone, like a light shawl, And peace has settled in me.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"Tears are a strange and multifaceted language of the soul. They can be quiet messengers of sadness, or they can be a stormy expression of joy or relief. In these short\u2026<\/p>","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[59],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-594","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-stihi"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/imgist.ru\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/594","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/imgist.ru\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/imgist.ru\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/imgist.ru\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/imgist.ru\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=594"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/imgist.ru\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/594\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":137516,"href":"https:\/\/imgist.ru\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/594\/revisions\/137516"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/imgist.ru\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=594"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/imgist.ru\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=594"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/imgist.ru\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=594"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}