When I Cry


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    When I Cry

    When I cry

    I feel like a bird in the sky

    Letting out all the pain

    Like the pouring rain


    I feel my soul is being set free

    And I become part of the gentle breeze


    I become the stars that glow

    And a part of the rivers that flow


    When I let out my tears

    I let go of all those fears

    That hunt me like a hungry bear

    That looks at me with a cold hard stare


    I leave all of those thoughts behind

    And become part of the sweet, green pine


    When I let those feelings go

    I become an eternal rose that only grows

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    Lizziewriter27 commented on When I Cry


    I love how you used such visual metaphors! I can definitely relate to the feeling this poem gave...and i love the closure at the end! it really brings it all together:)

    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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