Best Benevolence Poems

On troubled roads of life, when opposing sides collide,
Conflict of emotions clamors, agitating ego and pride,
While empathy warns: let forgiveness be your guide,
As benevolent angels, in missives of compassion chide.

Mired in wins and losses, when humanity strums offbeat,
Adversaries propagate hatred, and blatantly mistreat,
As meaningless conversations...

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Touch it
Feel it
Grab it
Hold it
Value it
Love it
Treasure it
Entrust it
Keep it
Until the time comes.
There is Benevolence in the Atmosphere...

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She lives there, 
across the stream
By the jungle-side.
She’s bathing in the broad shallow stream
Every day with cockcrow, 
in the village outskirts.
Her tall chubby body is wrapped up
And she pulls off her tight tunic
With toil.
Unknots her long curly hair
And sets her busty bosom free
And uncoil.
She’s is...

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Lost and astonished I crave this day
That places to proof all that hardship I feel
There is no time for me to say
I just cry alone searching my will

As I walk through the valley  of decay
I find no strength in the life for the ...

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Archangel that sways upon my peripheral pedestal,
 Your eyes flutter gaunt pernickety,
An anachronistic presumption that does not grant fastidious rebuttal,
 A perennial anathema that balances on a threshold so rickety,
Your scruples warrant the acceptance of abeyance,
 Disguised muse, Incitor of Loath, your canker manifests itself,
Your...

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Advancing the construct of love
    With embryonic sophistication
Will only bemuse the dove
    And send her back with agitation….

Through its genial labyrinth, into the trap
    Of every distant memory;
For the olive branch will surely snap
  ...

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Thee nonpareil Amelie Beth Harris-McGeehan
blessed honest to dog goodness her person doth bring
never could her brother wish upon NON GMO
(archaeopteryx, buffalo, chicken...) wing,
and genuine prayer anybody more a maze zing.

Many countless years before
our dear mother passed away four
plus eleven earth orbitz ago,
she voluntarily repeated more
times...

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There is this profound and perpetual joy that I know.  It permeate throughout all 
the hell and confusion that seems to infiltrate myspace of solace.  I can go 
through anything that's considered impossible with my Beloveth Lord and 
Saviour Jesus Christ.

No matter who...

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Need mercy for a 
Freudian slip.
I was sitting on a window.

The light went out 
from the eyes of the masterpiece. 
Only stones were left.

Give me the figurine. 
I wanted to cut open the navel 
and find out the blue god.

Will you pull the chariot 
of...

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For several ages 
Our relationship can be compared 
To a benevolence fund 
Always seeking a hand out 
Never offering a hand up 
The scales were never balanced 
On one scale counterbalanced in pure gold 
With dreams not at all foretold 
The other measured in aluminum...

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Working in fields and farms,
In offices and workspaces,
In light and dark,
In summer and winter,
In sickness and health,
In pain and suffering,

Under pressure and relief,
Under freedom and oppression,

With the aim of feeding the family,
With the aim of educating the generations to come,
With the aim of helping the...

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I cry myself to sleep at night
Unfortunately, not everything is black and white
Oh, how my soul aches from the cold
Oh, your wings of flight are so bold

I wake up for the millionth time...
Wrapped up in your blankets of benevolence
Wrapped up in your lullabies of evanescence

I...

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(Some words here might not be totally correct because this website does not support all Yoruba letters. Please refer to the audio attached to get the correct reading)

Mo fé d'ogún, mo fé d'ogbòn nílé ayé,
Ojó a bá p'ojúdé náà l'ódìgbóóse.
Òtító sì ni wípé:
Ogún tí ò...

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Today, let's be asymmetrical as we have never been
                 before
                   ...

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His old clothes came to whisper his good name;
he values them with fragile pride instead.
No dreadful task, he always picks the same
plain blue jeans and shirt striped in white and red.
     Shattered soul of Gainesville,
     he wears...

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