Best Empathetic Poems
The moonlight bathed her cell in pallid light while she sat hunched over her desk, clutching her pen between her confound fingertips. As she bled ink of symphonic symphonies yearning to break free, dancing like ethereal fireflies in the dusky barren lands.
Exiled by the hypocrisy of bureaucracy bounding her liberations and confounding her alliterations in a poetic prison. In this twisted virtual reality, duplicitous usurpers roam freely, weaving webs of deception with malicious delight.
As the chains of bureaucratic red tape clung to her delicate wrists, suffocating her imagination and confiscating her freedom of speech.
Oppressors rejoiced at achieving their vindictive objective, silencing the profound beauty of her verses and incarcerating her poetic stanzas
Woe, how the audacious bars of administrative constructors cast a pall of despair upon her unifying spirit. Her delicate offerings of metaphors and sonorous stanzas, whispered secrets which craved to be heard.
The faulty haters' impervious hearts were armoured with verdant envy which remained shielded behind the ruling dogma.
Her supporters calls of injustice to be rectified fell on deaf ears while the galvanizing melodies of empathetic quills bled for the Empress of Ink.
So we must be louder.
Hear our protest, release our Empress! Unsheathe her rhythmical rhymes! For her penmanship was never the true crime. She was just another victim of an envious mob.
Can they not see? That her absence coursed a crater larger than the Grand Canyon.
We shall not, shall not be silenced so hear our mutiny!
Reinstate our Empress, restore her creative sovereignty.
Remove the shackles of authoritative administration, as her voice is a beacon of truth, resilience and poetic revolution. So let her ink stain our community with its brilliance once more.
"I shall be telling this with a sigh"
Robert Frost, The Road Less Traveled.
Mom
took me
to try on
my first pair of
contacts -back when the
soft ones weren’t yet for sale.
As I struggled to endure
a feeling like stones burning in
my eyes, I looked up to see my pain
mirrored in Mom’s own face, wet with her tears.
Written by Andrea Dietrich/around 2010
For "Give me a Kiss, Mommy" Poetry Contest
by Constance ~ My Dear Heart ~
Somewhere in the world someone was suffering
as I laid awake at night and realized
my time had come to vindicate my reasoning
why I should see with empathetic eyes
So cynical was I and full of judgment
as a homeless man approached me for a dime
I failed to stop and think just for a moment
this could be ME at any given time
I had to reevaluate my blessings
for MANY I’d been given through the years
and taking part my heart began confessing
my empathetic eyes revived with tears
I prayed to God for kindness and compassion
to recognize and love humanity
and when I asked for His divine direction
His empathetic eyes acknowledged me
Empathetic Light
Lady Diana, the exquisite Princess of Wales.
A heroine now in hundreds of tales.
An accomplished pianist at Buckingham Palace.
A hopeful ballerina, a kindergarten teacher.
A radiant young woman who loved to dance,
A royal young activist.
A humanitarian princess with courage, not discouraged.
A demure beauty, dedicated to duty.
To replace fear with compassion, she modeled for the world charitable actions.
"Hold my hand, I’m not afraid”
whispering to a man who suffered with AIDS.
Her hugging and empathy never ceasing, her tender love always increasing.
A hospital president for sick children, her mission.
Cautiously walking through land mines, one scary step at a time.
Explosives in the ground, she showed their purpose no longer found.
Her little princes, one on each arm.
William and Harry adored their mum.
To normalize life at times,
Disney rides, McDonald’s fries…
Paparazzi hunted her for years, bringing danger and tears.
The most photographed woman in the world.
A wedding dress of 10,000 pearls
An elegant, humble golden girl.
One evening a tragic trip through a Paris tunnel.
Drive faster,
speed up,
turn them off
put them down
stop clicking
turn around.
Then a horrific shame, who was to blame?
Indescribable loss at a human cost.
God wanted her back in 1997.
The Princess Of Wales, was our present from heaven.
They say a billion mourned. The world’s hearts truly torn.
Memories of mummy nobody could take.
Two royal sons, their hearts did break.
Now fathers with children to love, new charities to support and take care of.
I miss her now and missed her then.
Your sister, my mother, her nanny, my friend.
She changed the world for nations until her end.
The lives she touched were made healthier and bright by
Lady Diana's empathetic light.
Among the dandelions empathetic fairy listened to misunderstood squirrel.
She made no suggestions, sat quietly, in silence, nodding sometimes.
Showing him how valuable a good listener can be.
Especially one who does not interrupt to ask questions.
He concluded for himself the answer as he watched her watch him.
It was the best council he had ever received.
And in silence.
Empathetic fairy had helped him fix his problem
Without contributing one word.
having morals
streetwalker
shares corner
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Influence my haste to limit my view
F
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Illuminate in me kinds words that do
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Instill in me the nerve to answer true
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Inspire in me the honest words for who
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Impress a want for delicate empathy to pursue
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Imbue a sparkle that will ever renew
D
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Imagine the wrongs we can undo.
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A gorgeous woman
her heart was exceedingly pure
She was selfless and godly
But her birthmark scared off potential suiters
Those who did not understand full beauty
A loving woman
She was patient and kind
Her compassion struck a chord in many hearts
They saw her for who she was
Beyond the birthmark
An empathetic woman she became a bride
And a marvelous mother to six lucky children
Who thought women without a birthmark were missing something
The empathy and compassion of their loving mother
Duchess has Den, Lind's Empathetic Yen
Laughing with Casey gave "rise" to a fall,
Giving "urgery" to surgery,
We pray the setback is soon annul!
Sometimes when mishaps occur,
Causes appreciation in full,
When things stop working,
Face the horns of the bull,
Carpe Diem! Step back & reflect,
Refute descent, resaddle!
Read, think, thank, pray, sing,
May the Big One bless you ->"Troubles Skedaddle!"
Deliberately delicate spider faerie of an empathetic mind
Sassily dreaming delectable ideas that could help mankind
Spinning them into sassy slices of serendipity, heaven hurled.
Easily encouraging and inspiring others in their dream world
As she spins their wishes and hopes into her fancy web
Nature’s forces resolve to leave her alone as seasons ebb.
She does us such a service, the sky confided to the wind.
Oh yes, the stars agreed; spider faerie is our forever friend.
I feel forgotten and stranded
I'm always here for you
Yet I'm always abandoned
I feel your emotions
As if they're my own
Maybe it's my empathetic heart
I need to learn to disown
I can't tell if the world is against me
Or teaching me a lesson
My motto is to live free
And keep on progressin
But sometimes I need a hand to hold
need somebody to lean on
I don't ask for much
Why's this topic so hard for us to
Agree upon
I'm always there for you when you need me to be
Yet here I am alone trying to figure out why
it's so lonely to be me
I'm asking you this question
Because it weighs heavy on my heart
Why's it that everyone I love's
Always trying to rip me apart...
A woman who did not want more schooling
She graduated high school at sixteen and did not look back
Taking a job, so she could be independent and move in to town
Why she would leave the country I will never know
One of seven children, she was surrounded by cousins.
And brothers and sisters, and farm animals.
Her childhood job was the chicken house
She collected eggs until it burned down
No one wanted chickens after that stench
She was a Godly woman, who married a spiritual man.
She knew the value of his soul, even if he was not a Bible believer
They raised us to do the right thing and be kind and compassionate
They both had a strong sense of ethics.
She was the best cook I have encountered in my sixty plus years.
She knitted, crocheted, made beautiful quilts and tatted.
Her beef and noodles over mashed potatoes were legendary.
She had a hilarious sense of humor, but she did not ridicule people.
She was beautiful inside and out, but did not flaunt either.
She was empathetic, loving and giving
But she did not say "I love you" for about fifty years
Because she had not been taught that.
She wanted her children to grow up strong and she got her wish.
She is my hero. She is my mother.
I thought she would live to be one hundred and twelve.
I was devastated when cancer killed her at eighty-eight.
Ebony Cat went from person to person demanding love
He hit them, smacked them, scratched them, spit from above.
The more he tried for attention, the more annoyed they got.
He stayed in a kennel so long, he thought he would rot.
An empathetic faerie who had a love for cats saw this.
When she came to help him, he met her with a mean hiss.
You have a lot of love to give, she said. Let me show how.
By the time she was done, he was adopted with a happy meow.
Ethereal enigma echoed empathic eel ‘s emotional elevation
Elongated elusive elephant-like Edison expected ectoplasm
Extrasensory efforts of exacting Ellis effortlessly eludes evildoers
Exasperating empathetic eel and elusive ethereal enigma
The Empathic
Homeless, faceless...
they walk our streets,
yours, mine, ours.
Their families have forgotten them,
they don't want to go home,
or they can't.
Where do the "people" go,
where there is nowhere else to be?
The heat rises here in the desert.
It melts the sidewalks in the afternoon,
they only re-solidify after dark.
Those trapped on the surfaces
in between
are often cooked,
and burnt.
Water is the gift of life.
It comes in bottles passed out by the caring,
daring to make a difference,
at least for a day.
Later when the world turns cold,
they will be gone.
They will not be back.
For now,
there are 200 beds,
opened up downtown.
Yet there are a thousand people
in the line.
Pray.