The Golden Tear

Hello everyone. This is called The Golden Tear because I want you to take me there. Where? That part of you that I will stop and feel caught up in the emotion.

This competition has a special twist. I have created a magazine that I have been gradually hinting to called, Hypo Frost Magazine. The first issue will be out in December. You maybe contacted by me to be in the first edition. The theme is fall to winter. If you want to know, more feel free to reach out to me.
It is a free magazine. You own your rights to your work.

Now what are the requirements to this Competition?
1)   Love, loss, romance, regret
2)   Any style poetry
3)   Short story (Please no more than 1,250 words).
Good Luck

"Whispers"

In shadows deep and still
Where echoes dare not creep
The wind, with mournful thrill
Doth sing the souls to sleep

The stars, like tearful eyes
Watch over graves of stone
As dreams of broken skies  
Wander the dark alone

The moon, a pale-faced bride
Her veil of clouds does wear
In whispers lost, she cried
A wail of cold despair

Yet still, beneath the gloom
A beauty strange and rare
The flower in the tomb
The rose in silent air

Crushed

Crushed by life, I bear the weight,
Of dreams undone and love too late.
A heavy heart, a mind in chains,
A soul adrift in endless pains.

The world, a pressing, cruel embrace,
Leaves marks unseen on my worn face.
In every breath, I feel the squeeze,
Of unseen hands that never ease.

Each step, a struggle, each day, a fight,
A battle waged from dark to light.
The smiles I wear, the words I say,
Are shields against the fray.

My family laughs, their voices clear,
A distant sound I barely hear.
They thrive in sunlit realms of grace,
Unaware of my silent chase.

The future looms, a shadowed beast,
With every hope and joy deceased.
I stumble through this bleak terrain,
With nothing left but numbing pain.

No comfort in the stars above,
No solace in the ones I love.
Their warmth a distant, fleeting glow,
While deep within, the darkness grows.

Crushed by life, I sink and fade,
A ghost within the daylight made.
In silent screams, I find my end,
A broken path I cannot mend.

Birth is the start of a long fall,
A journey where we lose it all.
From light to dark, from hope to pain,
We tumble through the endless rain.

The first breath drawn, a whispered sigh,
The beginning of a slow goodbye.
Innocence wrapped in tender care,
Unaware of burdens we’ll bear.

Each step we take, each path we choose,
Brings closer still the things we lose.
The joy we find, the love we hold,
Are fleeting moments, a tale consoled.

Life’s climb is steep, its edge so near,
With every height, a growing fear.
The dreams we chase, the stars we seek,
Are shadows that grow ever bleak.

In childhood’s arms, we learn to stand,
But soon enough, we leave that land.
Adulthood comes with heavy tolls,
And with it, burdens on our souls.

The weight of years, the scars of time,
In every fall, a silent chime.
Reminding us of what we’ve lost,
Of innocence turned cold as frost.

Birth is the start of a long fall,
A spiral through life’s shadowed hall,
We grasp at light, we fight the night,
But in the end, we lose the fight.

And so we fall, from first to last,
A journey through the shadows cast.
From birth to death, we lose it all,
In this long, unending fall.