These Sympathy Couplet poems are examples of Couplet poems about Sympathy. These are the best examples of Sympathy Couplet poems written by international PoetrySoup poets
Come and visit me in a dream,
And tell me how you are,
Are you floating on a cloud?
Have you found the brightest star?
I know you're with us somewhere,
Even though you can't be seen,
Painting the bluest sky,
Or among the grass so green.
As I'm wandering through the park,
Looking up at the trees,
Daydreaming of the joy you brought,
Will you visit me please?
Just send me a little sign,
White feathers on the breeze,
To let me know you're happy, free
And put my mind at ease.
Or ask a passing stranger,
With twinkling brown eyes,
A cheeky smile, and baldy head,
To nod as he passes by.
Or maybe play a special song,
Loud, on my radio,
That could have been written just for you,
About all the love we've known.
Come visit me in a dream,
And tell me how you are,
I know you're there, a floating cloud,
And one of the brightest stars.
This is an interesting twist an unexpected ending
I hope you know that I was never pretending
In a book I would've seen this from a mile away
But no book could prepare me for what happened today
Secrets ruin friendships Secrets ruined us
Don't worry I'll try not to cry, not to make a fuss
Clearly it was easy for you to let me go
Being ignored by you is harder then you'll ever know
But that's okay I'll survive
I'll make it out of this alive
The cuts you left on me will fade to scars
The memories of our friendship always as bright as stars
And if by chance you change your mind
I'll never be very hard to find
I'm loyal through and through
I'll do my best to forgive you
Even when my defenses fly back into place
They'll come crashing down with one look at your face
Now that my faith in you has been shone
Don't ever let yourself feel alone
I'm always here if you need a friend
Always here if you need me again
He lives with her and says for sure, that's where he wants to be.
A lovely wife, who hides her strife, how attractive; Not to me.
Though she did stray, he chose to stay, defending love unkind.
He claims success, when it's a mess; A delusion of the mind.
He comes to me for I am free, my mind and soul complete.
I do not reflect; I have self respect and can't settle for defeat.
It's hard to say why he won't stay, perhaps I'm just to real.
He can't fool me, for I can see beyond ones fake appeal.
He will not leave though, she'll deceive and hide behind her fear.
It's way too late to close that gate; He would rather die than veer.
There was a time it crossed my mind, he'd choose this maiden fair.
This is me, miss reality, and he's not going anywhere.
Although I know that time will show, mistakes burn deep, ask me?
For I've been there without passions flare, and I lived in misery.
At least I know I'm not a show, but it seems that's what they crave.
A challenge, please! I'll never tease and you can mark that on my grave!
They live in a war zone, battling, absent of pause,
While seeking from within some exonerating cause;
Their existence is no more than one breath on a string,
They squint at the carnage, their war's sure to bring.
Having no distant future for the moment they exist,
All because of some substance free wills can't resist.
While their string continues their brains do so fry,
It has made drugs our problem a fact we can't deny.
With warmest regards and the saddest lament
I write this small note with the best of intent
The newspaper’s account of your husband’s death
Made me feel as if I was short of breath
As the son of a Veteran who twice went to war
I’ve often wondered, what my life would have had in store
If my father had not returned home one day
And I had to share my grief on public display
I was not born the first time he went away
And was just ten when he left again, somehow feeling betrayed
I didn’t quite understand why he had to leave
It took a while to learn not to grieve
I read that you have two little boys, just six and eight
I can’t imagine what you say to make their restless dreams abate
My mind used to play out my greatest fear
Misplacing his last tape recording, saying his coming home date was near
On return tapes to him, I played guitar and talked too
Trying to make him feel like he was home, even if untrue
I write this note to help me remember
That even though my father returned in December
Many that go off to war, do not
And sons, daughters, spouses and families are caught
In a process of grieving that abates only with time
It takes as long as it does, there is no magical chime
To help you and your sons with your journey that I feared most
Enclosed is a contribution to their foundation host
Not at all a fair trade, just to help provide for their well being
I know you remind them that their father’s love is all seeing
Students run up and down the cement
We run aggressively trying to vent
Our pain and suffering through our actions
Trying desperately to ignore all distractions
As we hide what we feel
Behind pointless shadows, We steal
A peek or two at our point of affection
When we open our hearts we lose all protection
Our heartache then transforms itself into tears
As we hide again in the shadows of our fears
We hide behind the music our headphones scream
We cry ourselves into a sleepless dream
We then dream of the things that we can never get
As we wallow silently in our world of regret
Who am I?
Am I defined by what is near in sight?
Am I defined by what I have done,
Or am I defined by what I could become?
Perhaps I'm of no use.
To him, or her, or I, nor you.
Or perhaps I'm too misunderstood to be defined,
And it is something like understanding that comes in time.
And if to the world I'm never shown,
Yet in my own light I've grown and grown,
And so I can know no happiness but my own--
The reason for my smile, to you, will forever be unknown.
I do not pray for the world to know my name.
For it and verse; the letters are the same.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads,
I pray his pain my words to keep.
Should his eyes rain on my page,
Better tears than storms of rage.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads.
I pray his pain my words to keep.
And if to the world you're never shown,
Yet in your own light you've grown and grown,
And so you know no happiness but your own.
Let the reason for your smile, to you, only be known.
Imagine a vagrant...asleep on a bench
Imagine his body.....alive with foul stench
Picture this if you can/his life in the past
His mother a drunk, his father lives fast
Cast from his home at a tender young age
Still going to school at the puberty stage
Thrown to the streets to live as a bum
Nobody caring/his future looks glum
But, The Homeless Are Human, despite disbelief
Most even have Wisdom, bring comfort/relief
So, when you start thinking they belong locked in a zoo
Just remember my Friends....that this could be you
I feel for the miserable day,
They try to take MY gun away…
To walk a mile in ones shoes,
Takes more then a glance,
Hold close with no excuse,
To give sympathy a chance.
As the journey is more than a window,
It has a house to build on,
Carrying the past as a shadow,
The ticket to the body of brawn.
The inner self knows all,
The outsiders read this to judge,
Don't point to the game with a fast ball,
For the true sympathy within will nudge.
You may not go through their times,
Or set yourself up in disguise,
Not one has the same obstacles to climb,
As some shy away from the hidden suprise.
You could be the one to make a change,
In the life of another or like wise,
You could be the one to arrange,
Or learn something new to revise.
Choices are given to each of us,
Some use widsom to lead,
Pull in the energy with blankness,
Alert in the errors; no need to proofread.
Sympathy gives off as a lifestyle,
Surrounded by a circle of care,
Listen with no words; a smile,
Giving your own struggles to share.
Use sympathy in all met,
For the main asset is understanding,
Walk a mile in anothers headset,
Not giving a blemish for the binding.