Best Charity Poems

The Lake of Charity

The hill stood tall and stately,
Wind soughed through its sparse trees.
Below a lake spread, at times calm,
At times quite horribly stormy.

He knelt in meditation and asked for:
Prayer, the source of renewal,
Patience, the capacity for tolerance,
Pardon, a grant of friendship.

Three rivers flowed down...

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The sparkle of charity is alive and well
It’s the grounds for cohesion and solidarity
Making spiritual gardeners of us all

Goodwill marries kindness
Sharing bounty with open heart
And helping hand inspired by faith

Benevolence born of compassion
And hope aimed to appease
Brethren down on their luck

A heart that’s pure gives...

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Faith will lead the way                                        ...

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Hi folks
Welcome to the Poet-a-thon for charity
Yes we know, starvation, disease, floods, wars
All terrible events in the world
However, tonight we fight a new cause
Yes a new cause more terrible, more sad (some may have sad “sadder”)
more .... well just more
Worse than global warming even, worse...

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Charity*: God’s love**, abundant and free	
Offered by the Lord, perfectly sublime
Paid by Christ’s blood of sacrifice-degree…
Having owned it; I enjoy my faith-climb!

Genuine compassion, radiant with truth’s light
Bringing hope’s bliss – gloriously triumphant 
Exemplified by the Saviour’s grace-might…
Reaching my heart, I yield as His servant!

Heavenly touch...

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There once was a girl name of Faith,
Who was filled with beauty and grace.
She was lovely to see,
Each move poetry,
But she never gave in to the chase.

Now Faith had sister named Hope,
Who tried hard with her sister to cope.
She vied with her sister,
To attract the...

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(Preterition = the act of passing by or over; omission; disregard, in this case, charity)

Who can accuse him of lacking charity?
He felt the rain, cold and dank, too many people
without shelter, poorly dressed, wet and shivering.
I’d rather not talk about it. I’m like everyone else.
No...

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Faith can be many things to many people.
It is not claimed only by those who are Chrisitans.
Since ancient times, many have acted on faith
even performing strange rituals such as 
dancing for days, jumping off cliffs, or offering up sacrifices
with the belief that their actions will...

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Insanity enters my distorted simple mind
To raise funds for charity for some unknown,
Impulsive, heroic, death defying, maligned 
Save children or animals or even Sierra Leone 

mind can do anything, though body unwilling 
Something not to taxing, not energetic 
Ruled out running, climbing, and no swimming...

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Charity blossoms in hope with light of love
Water pours like quiet musings from a dove
A fragrant garden of flowering plants
Once, seeds sown by giving hands

A feast for the body, mind and soul
She welcomes with arms that enfold
Fulfilling the needs of every man
And validates souls in...

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Eventide eases a discordant day
as peach amber contrails billow on high.
Pink ginger crawls throughout dark smoky gray
and fades as peaceful night’s cover grows nigh.

An informal jam of the waves below,
throbs in harmonic regularity.
The nourishing sounds, some high and some low,
invigorate with their sweet charity.

Muffled moans...

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Sometimes, I wake up from Sweet Death’s dull sleep,
And find, I’ve not been living as I could,
My friends tell me they tire of seeing me weep…
I feel like I’m a boy, not flesh, but wood…
My nose is growing long, they seem to think,
Although I speak,...

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I was a minister of the gospel, very happily living my life for the Lord,
Preaching the Word every Sunday, in the spirit of affinity and accord.

I always knew that I would preach, for I had been called in my youth,
To perpetually serve the will of...

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On the poor side of the city,
there’s an innocent child crying.
The rats and roaches are crawling,
on the bed where he lies dying.

There’s a family of seven,
just trying to scrounge a dollar.
So they can buy a Christmas feast,
made of bread and peanut butter.

Mother has given up...

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Neglect
by Michael R. Burch

What good are your tears?
They will not spare the dying their anguish.
What good is your concern
to a child sick of living, waiting to perish?

What good, the warm benevolence of tears
without action?
What help, the eloquence of prayers,
or a pleasant benediction?

Before this day is...

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