Compassion Poems - Poems about Compassion

Within the circle’s quiet pulse lies a deeper truth: when we shape our ways by kindness, trust takes root. The classroom holds a sacred space, where hearts find hope, and fears erase. Not just a room with desk and board, But a haven where the soul is restored. A whisper heard, a glance that sees— Each moment sown like sacred seeds. Mistakes aren’t...

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Walls soft as the sky, Seeds of courage gently sown— Mistakes are doorways, Voices bloom in laughter's light, Hearts grow wide, brave, and curious. ________________________________________________________________ Author’s Note: In this hidden grove, stumbles whisper secrets and questions hold unseen light. Find grace in shadows and hope in every hushed voice....

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Mother Nature Teaches via Geese m i g r a...

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Isaiah 49:10 - “Shout for joy, you heavens; rejoice, you earth; burst into song, you mountains! For the Lord comforts his people and will have compassion on his afflicted ones.” **************************************************************** ...

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I'll never forget the love You've shown To my family, friends, and I You are a God of great love and compassion The deepest love one could not deny I shall stay and wait upon You Lord Sing Your praises all day long Lord I am not worthy of Your love With Your love I can't go wrong...

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Some individuals wage wars within themselves, battles they rarely vocalize. Not from a desire to conceal, but from a profound understanding of silent resilience. They appear composed, manage their daily lives, tackle responsibilities, and extend care to others—all while wrestling with a deep, internal exhaustion. This weariness stems from an endless cycle of being the strong...

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Proverbs 18:12 “Before destruction the heart of man is haughty, and before honour is humility.” In the stillness of my senses, I hear a voice the voice – often distant, giving me its opinion when I look at the world and see, it is me that looks to be, the one I hear telling me to give into the...

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“Pray without ceasing; in everything give thanks; for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus.” 1 Thessalonians 5;17-18. The hands of compassion echo kindheartedness like Christ conveyed. To the Good Samaritan’s mind, cost discounted; duty outweighed. In disparate worlds without slurs the hands of compassion echo. It matters not where needs occur; they’re unique, unlike art deco. They are hands that go...

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Discipline is not the gash, it's the flame you agree to reside beside. It requires the band to be held taut tight, in an unrelenting challenge of will. It is not the strength of demands that keeps it switched on, but resilience in wake of striving. Having compassion for slips of self is not surrender nor judgmental. It's the little gives that firms the grip to tug in light of flame....

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How Long a wait will my weak feet endure? For many years On your snub I still wail. Yet Veils of lies don’t cover your allure; Your Elegance I still cannot but hail. Your words Often fail to convey passion, Your heart Remains closed off to compassion, Since you Heave out too little in response, Within the Arcade of hatred you ensconce. With...

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May we be blessed when we look around the world when we see people filled with hatred for one another people being inhumane…and as as thoughtless as can be… To do our best to show people love compassion and kindness to offset others’ cruelty. ...

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Ode from a Friend ...

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“When yesterdays become devoid of compassion” I would wake up with blurred vision Unable to fulfill a noble mission Around apathy, marked by pride’s oppression… When such happens midst love’s absence I would lament with guilt in chaotic silence Having allowed myself to rule along selfish license In the guise of caring attitude’s prevalence… When that scenario lingers of no charity...

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"When yesterdays became devoid of compassion", you became the reflection in my mirror— the darkness that cast its shadows upon my walls, the screams that woke me in the dead of night. Reaching out, silhouettes dissipated into thin air. When the clock approached the witching hour. Nothing but my demons were there to keep me company. Forked tongues whispered insecurities, poison-dipped lies into...

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Inspired by Bob Dylan's 'Blowing in the Wind' Our journey takes on different roads we make our choices and our beds no rest for the weary till we're all dead Time is not our faithful ally its intentions waywardly dubious yet fate lays here in our hands Don't pretend you can't hear the many cries they're right outside your door blow the whisle sound...

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