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 the hill
and joined together as they swirled rapidly
towards a cascade of heavenly mercy.
Remember O man, that the name of that hill,
Never forgotten, is called Golgotha.
The waters irrigate our devious hearts
And change it into a lake of charity.
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 without asking
Who is sincere who is deserving
Or who is out there to deceive
Charity is best when unbound
Spontaneous and genuine
When it leaves us humbled
Wanting to contribute
To a world of philanthropy
After all who are we to judge
AP: 2nd place 2020
Submitted on October 13, 2019 for contest 1ST CORINTHIANS 13:13 INSPIRATION sponsored by REGINA RIDDLE - RANKED 2ND
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 and grievous groans of the week,
adversity and conflict lose their sway.
Improbable dreams and hopes of the meek
a nearer realization away.
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 than climate change
Yes, there are poets out there who can not afford even words
Poets who cant express their sadness
Their joy
Their visions
And yes, you, you the viewer can fix that
For only pennies a day, yes only pennies
You can sponsor a poor poet
Then he will be able to post his work to the world
Including those fancy photos
Bringing joy and peace to all mankind
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Your actions, your good will, your sense of duty and compassion
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You may even be saving the world
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A photo of the poet you sponsored
A monthly poem detailing how his life has changed due to your kindness
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Read this poem for 24 hours straight, then go back to regularly scheduled poetry, thank you
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, and mean just what I say,
Some tell me that my promises all stink,
Like broccoli that’s been left out all day.
Well, I’M NOT LIKE THAT! And I don’t agree!
“What seems a lie’s a Promise,” bright Ray* said,
“a need, ramshackle, waiting to be born…”
I think he’s right, and even though he’s dead
I’ll take his words, go charging up the stairs,
And make amends, and show, I’m one who Cares!
*’What seems a lie, is a promise, a ramshackle need, waiting to be born…” – Ray Bradbury
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 that soothes pain, angst and woes
It conquers my fears, anxieties-travails
Assured by His Word that conquers sorrows…
I’m moved to share His mercy that prevails!
Granted by God’s love with sweet peace incense
I thank Him, living in His care’s presence.
*1Corinthians 13:13 And now abideth faith, hope, charity, these three; but the greatest of these is charity.
**1John 3:16 Hereby perceive we the love of God, because he laid down his life for us: and we ought to lay down our lives for the brethren.
March 5, 2019
1st place, "I Got a Darn NA Again" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Lu Loo; judged on 7/1/2019.
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 all hope,
and her children have no wishes.
The only gift she’s got to share,
are some hugs and Christmas kisses.
But hugs don’t fill empty stomachs,
of the children on Christmas morn.
When the snow blows in through the cracks,
Christmas kisses won’t keep them warm.
The next time you spend a fortune,
on another unwanted toy.
Drop some coins into the kettle,
for those who have no hope or joy.
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 gone,
how many more will die
with bellies swollen, wasted limbs,
and eyes too parched to cry?
I fear for our souls
as I hear the faint lament
of their souls departing ...
mournful, and distant.
How pitiful our "effort,"
yet how fatal its effect.
If they died, then surely we killed them,
if only with neglect.
(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 one smelt the squalor of a place forgotten by mankind.
So he retired to his beautiful warm mansion.
Who can accuse him of lacking charity?
He knew well enough what charity meant.
A woman, beautiful and sick trembled in front of his house.
Inadequate clothes covered her body thin. She coughed.
Some drops of blood dribbled down her cheeks.
I'm cold she murmured. But cruelly he turned away.
Merciless night saw her wane as she lay exposed to the storm.
Don’t talk to me about charity. I know what it is.
I’d rather talk about beautiful things.
Morning came and found her dead.
They buried her outside the town in a forgotten grave.
Stop talking to me about charity. Tell me where I failed?
Alas, no bells tolled her demise.
They left her to the numb unfeeling cold
And slowly turned back to town leaving her to the merciless sleet.
Ashamed he felt that he should pray. May she rest in peace.
You see, he knew what charity means.
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 benefit them in some way.
Hope is natural to many as well, whether it be hope in Christ
or hope in one’s dreams coming true.
Without it, many would despair; hope keeps us going.
Charity, however, is another thing entirely.
People profess love for their mates, family, and fellow man,
yet look at the statistics. Divorce, terrorism, bullying, greed.
All of this is opposite of the pure love of God.
Having real love, we put others above ourselves.
Charity has no room for things like egoism, jealousy or pride.
The act of charity is the kind of love which
– if it could be achieved as the norm by even half the world -
would make our life on earth as blissful as heaven.
Sadly, very few people have achieved this attribute.
Oct. 21, 2019
for Regina Riddle's 1St Corinthians 13:13 Inspiration Poetry Contest
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
Beginning to feel a little pathetic,
Perhaps drive through the Sahara desert
Without knowing my destination no route,
Daft thoughts, my mind I need to reassert
Yes Jump out an airplane with a parachute.
I start training, how to fall to mother Earth
Without those possible leg injuries,
Begin to wonder what my life's worth
Could be my end, heavens inquiries,
Adrenaline flowing as entering airplane,
Over One thousand feet, ready, yet unwilling
No turning back, Am I brave, stupid, insane,
Will this end in sorrow or will it be thrilling,
Time has come I must jump, mind now blank,
I fall out legs kicking, wind rushing by,
Ninety seconds to Earth, a jolt my heart sank,
canopy had opened, I'm not going to die.
( I ripped three ligaments in my right foot
When landing wrong, Doctor advised not
To do this again, though I would love to)
"And now abideth faith, hope and charity,
these three; but the greatest of these is charity."
The Bible, 1 Corinthians 13.13
Charity is called agape which means love,
with this in our soul we will live a good life;
our true essence 'till we dwell with God.
Without faith we are lost in a sea of nothing,
and faith without love is cold of emotion;
we must believe and not question our destiny.
Without hope we cannot move forward,
and competition is good and never is it boastful;
for love and charity is always our center.
With these three magic words entwined in our souls,
we can and will accomplish all we wish and more;
and will touch the hearts of all we meet in life.
Remind yourself to have patience, and kindness,
never envy, never be boastful, rude, self- seeking;
do not be easy to anger, and always forgive.
Never seek revenge, or hold a record of wrongs,
do not delight in evil plans but rejoice in the truth;
that love is the way- the answer to live a good life.
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October 13, 2019
Poetry/Free Verse/Faith, Hope, and Charity
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1188-244-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Ist Corinthians 13:13
sponsor, Regina Riddle
First Place
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 all circumstance
Like roses thrive in sunlight and rain
Charity grows unencumbered where love remains
She builds up, repairs with her kind deeds
Scattered near and far by millions of seeds
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The hungry need food, feed them.
The sick need healing, tend them.
The homeless need shelter, give refuge.
The living don't need your tears,
They need your attention,
Concern,
Action,
You.
YOU are charity
Nothing made more peace and love,
Nothing made more tangible brotherhood,
Nothing made charity spread,
It is nothing other than religions.
Nothing spread more hatred in the world,
Nothing bred more bitter enmity,
Nothing flood the world with blood,
It is nothing other than religions.
When we think our religion is good,
And neighbor’s also good as mine,
Then we see peace and love,
Charity and brotherhood in this world.
When we think our religion is good,
But my neighbor’s not as mine,
Then the hatred and enmity rises,
Flooding the world with neighbor’s blood.
Let us accept all our religions,
And worship God with every one of them,
In whatever form he worship him,
Tolerance is not what we need.
Let us take Mohammedans’ brotherhood,
Let the Christians teach us charity,
Let us become spiritual as Hindus,
Acceptance is what we need.
Won third place in Writing Prompt - Take the Dagger Out Poetry Contest sponsored by Dear Heart