woofwoof Posted March 25, 2014 Report Share Posted March 25, 2014 There's a very interesting article on the Guardian about poems that make men cry: http://www.theguardian.com/books/2014/mar/23/poetry-book-men-choose-favourite-tear-jerkers More interesting than the article itself are the comments where people have put down the stuff that makes them cry. To be honest, I have to say that I have never come across a poem which literally makes me cry - makes me very sad yes, but not actually cry. Songs and films do have this effect on me eg the first 15 minutes of "Up" and the song "You'll never walk alone". Anyway, this is my choice for a poem that almost makes me cry: Robert Hayden's "Those Winter Sundays" : Sundays too my father got up earlyand put his clothes on in the blueblack cold,then with cracked hands that achedfrom labor in the weekday weather madebanked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him. I'd wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking.When the rooms were warm, he'd call,and slowly I would rise and dress,fearing the chronic angers of that house, Speaking indifferently to him,who had driven out the coldand polished my good shoes as well.What did I know, what did I knowof love's austere and lonely offices? Anyone else (male or female) have any choices? Quote Link to post Share on other sites
srisathvika Posted September 2, 2015 Report Share Posted September 2, 2015 Alone poem, when read this poem, I realize my self and make me cry, I was once sad and lonely,Having nobody to comfort me,So I wore a mask that always smiled;To hide my feelings behind a lie.Before long, I had many friends;With my mask, I was one of them.But deep inside, I still felt empty,Like I was missing a part of me.Nobody could hear my cries at nightFor I designed my mask to hide the lies.Nobody could see the pain I was feelingFor I designed my mask to be laughing.Behind all the smiles were the tearsAnd behind all the comfort were the fears.Everything you think you see,Wasn't everything there was to me.Day by day,I was slowly dying.I couldn't go on,There was something missing..Until now I'm still searchingFor the thing that'll stop my crying.For someone who'll erase my fears,For the person who'll wipe my tears.But till then I'll keep on smiling.Hiding behind this mask I'm wearing.Hoping one day I can smile,Till then, I'll be here.. waiting. Quote Link to post Share on other sites
Kerry Posted September 3, 2015 Report Share Posted September 3, 2015 From the time I was a child, my father had a special poem that he would recite to me. Since he died, I have a hard time reading it without getting misty-eyed. Shake Hands by A.E. Housman Shake hands, we shall never be friends, all's over; I only vex you the more I try. All's wrong that ever I've done or said, And nought to help it in this dull head: Shake hands, here's luck, good-bye. But if you come to a road where danger Or guilt or anguish or shame's to share, Be good to the lad that loves you true And the soul that was born to die for you, And whistle and I'll be there. Quote Link to post Share on other sites
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