The Weeping Willow
What sadness has the willow known
The Weeping Willow
Beneath the weeping willow’s shade,
Where branches bow and whispers fade,
A silent sorrow in the air,
A mournful ache, a deep despair.
The leaves, like tears, begin to fall,
As if the tree has felt it all,
Each droplet caught in tender hands,
Carrying grief from distant lands.
The earth beneath its roots does sigh,
A quiet song, a soft goodbye,
For all the pain the tree has known,
In solitude, it stands alone.
And in the stillness, time stands still,
The willow’s sorrow, sharp and chill,
A quiet grief that lingers on,
A silent song when day is gone.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (5)
The Willow top Poem Here Marie
rhythm and rhyming is challenging I find. I like where you've found your stride here.
Excellent poem 🤍
A weeping willow is a great place to hide for a private place to read, write and relax. Love these trees. Good work.
So melancholy and wistful. Beautifully written. 💕