Tears Never Meant To Be Seen

Tears Never Meant To Be Seen...(Rep.) - Poem by Frank James Ryan Jr (FjR) Men, strong men have gone to their graves carrying tears now buried under granite, no one will ever hear their woe and rue of passion that had always been present- in their Heart's, Mind's, in Providence, the lives these men lived with pride, because that was their choice to answer- the calling to be a United States Soldier, as there are still Heroes among us, yes- that lay down their love and possessions to do something that someone must do. Heroes die silent, their epitaph soft, tho' much to be said they rather it not, as their virtue of humble is buried deep long before they are carried to rest. FjR-MMXVI Frank James Ryan Jr (FjR) Topic(s) of this poem: sacrifice, soldiers, war veterans Poems by Frank James Ryan Jr (FjR) : 515 / 711 « prev. poem next poem » Comments about Tears Never Meant To Be Seen...(Rep.) by Frank James Ryan Jr (FjR) There is no comment submitted by members.. Share on Facebook Share on Twitter Share on Google+ Save this on Delicious User Rating: 5,0 / 5 (1 votes) 0 - Rate poem - 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 Print friendly version E-mail this poem to a friend Add this poem to MyPoemList Add this poet to MyPoetList Read this poem in other languages This poem has not been translated into any other language yet. I would like to translate this poem » word flags Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 13,2016 Report this poem Edit this poem Recite this poem (upload your own video or voice file) - NEW Poem Hunter › Poems › Tears Never Meant To Be Seen...(Rep.) Frank James Ryan Jr (FjR) 's Other Poems ' Emeralds And Black... ' A Walk To The C... ' Black Autum... ' Movement In Black The Light Of Deity... More poems of Frank James Ryan Jr (FjR) » Related Poems Sacrifice # # Let Her Not Sacrifice Anym Love Is Sacrifice The Sacrifice The Sacrifice Of Iphigenia The Supreme Sacrifice Tears Never Meant To Be Seen...(Rep.) - Poem by Frank James Ryan Jr (FjR) Men, strong men have gone to their graves carrying tears now buried under granite, no one will ever hear their woe and rue of passion that had always been present- in their Heart's, Mind's, in Providence, the lives these men lived with pride, because that was their choice to answer- the calling to be a United States Soldier, as there are still Heroes among us, yes- that lay down their love and possessions to do something that someone must do. Heroes die silent, their epitaph soft, tho' much to be said they rather it not, as their virtue of humble is buried deep long before they are carried to rest. FjR-MMXVI Frank James Ryan Jr (FjR) Topic(s) of this poem: sacrifice, soldiers, war veterans Poems by Frank James Ryan Jr (FjR) : 515 / 711 « prev. poem next poem » Comments about Tears Never Meant To Be Seen...(Rep.) by Frank James Ryan Jr (FjR) There is no comment submitted by members.. Share on Facebook Share on Twitter Share on Google+ Save this on Delicious User Rating: 5,0 / 5 (1 votes) 0 - Rate poem - 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 Print friendly version E-mail this poem to a friend Add this poem to MyPoemList Add this poet to MyPoetList Read this poem in other languages This poem has not been translated into any other language yet. I would like to translate this poem » word flags Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 13,2016 Report this poem Edit this poem Recite this poem (upload your own video or voice file) - NEW Poem Hunter › Poems › Tears Never Meant To Be Seen...(Rep.) Frank James Ryan Jr (FjR) 's Other Poems ' Emeralds And Black... ' A Walk To The C... ' Black Autum... ' Movement In Black The Light Of Deity... More poems of Frank James Ryan Jr (FjR) » Related Poems Sacrifice # # Let Her Not Sacrifice Anym Love Is Sacrifice The Sacrifice The Sacrifice Of Iphigenia The Supreme Sacrifice Men, strong men have gone to their graves carrying tears now buried under granite, no one will ever hear their woe and rue of passion that had always been present- in their Heart's, Mind's, in Providence, the lives these men lived with pride, because that was their choice to answer- the calling to be a United States Soldier, as there are still Heroes among us, yes- that lay down their love and possessions to do something that someone must do. Heroes die silent, their epitaph soft, tho' much to be said they rather it not, as their virtue of humble is buried deep long before they are carried to rest. FjR-MMXVI