A Poem By Emilee // 10/25/2012

Thanks for reading! I'd love a comment =)!

Tears from heaven
Run across skin
Mingle with tears

The noise of the drops is like a drum beat
The rhythm slowly sings a song of defeat

Blackness hides me
I become nothing
Just another drop

The best of my life is around me in this rain
The worst is sung softly in its rhythm of pain

Searching for “end”
Wishing for “purpose”
Cliché’ desires abound

The quest for answers is mocked by my thoughts
The rain washes away the excuses I’ve wrought

Soft light breaks
The tears stop
I slowly blink

The answers come when I know Who cried
The tears from heaven are of He who died

See wretched me
Vile and putrid
Revealed by light

The sun reflects off of my black, glassy sin
The ground is soft beneath my pounding skin

I scream “mercy”
It’s softly granted
New tears begin

The soft light is now burning within my soul
The brightness spreads quickly to every hole

My lips whisper
Feeble and weak
Praise from within

The purpose of living resounds in my every breath
I’ll travel the world to tell of the Light’s life and death



Wonderful! I do enjoy your poetry, especially this one.

Arthur | Fri, 10/26/2012

"My greatest wish for my writing is that it would point you to the Savior."

Amazing! I'm on the same

Amazing! I'm on the same level as Arthur, I love reading your poetry!

Maddi | Fri, 10/26/2012

Goodbye? Oh no, please. Can’t we just go back to page one and start all over again?” – Winnie The Pooh


Lovely! Just make the "Who" and the "He" capitalized for "The answers come when I know who cried/The tears from heaven are of he who died". You are talking about God so whenever you use a pronoun for His name, you should capitalize it. :)

Lucy Anne | Fri, 10/26/2012

"It is not the length of life, but the depth of life." Ralph Waldo Emerson


Thanks guys!! Your comments seriously mean the world to me! I'm so glad you enjoy them! Oh, and Lucy, I fixed it! I've never been a perfectionist by any means so I never notice stuff like that!

Emilee | Fri, 10/26/2012

A poem begins as a lump in the thoat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness -Robert Frost
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Speechlessly wonderfull... I'm... LOL! Speechless!

Kassady | Mon, 10/29/2012

"Here's looking at you, Kid"
Write On!

Hahaha, thank you!!

Hahaha, thank you!!

Emilee | Mon, 10/29/2012

A poem begins as a lump in the thoat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness -Robert Frost
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