Best Empathizing Poems
“WHAT IS A SAD DAY IN AMERICA?”
It is a “Sad Day” in America when you wake up every day worrying about being
black, educated and female.
It is a “Sad Day” in America when you wake up every day and there is a new battle.
It is a “Sad Day” in America when you wake up living on the outside of the
American Dream, but you live within America and you have nightmares about
walking in the shoes of another race in your view.
It is a “Sad Day” in America when Civil Rights begin to regress over 40 years.
It is a “Sad Day” in America when you have to worry about what religion or
denomination you belong too.
It is a “Sad Day” in American when the words “I can” in the word American does
not represent “I can because I am free.”
Instead it becomes an obstacle because others continue to suppress me---
because of my race, religion, sex, ability or disability?
It is a “Sad Day” in America when we accept mediocracy.
It is a “Sad Day” in America when we cannot accept our fellow man or fellow
woman.
It is a “Sad Day” in America when others cannot hear or see.
It is a “Sad Day” when we can no longer show empathy.
It is a “Sad Day” when all we do is “nothing”.
The “Glorious Day” will come when we learn the history of others, walk with
others by empathizing with others and consider ourselves brothers and sisters
in “One America”, one fight, one battle, one love-- until that time “it is” and “will
be” a “Sad Day” in America.
copyright@2006 by Carrie M. Love-Atkins
I've seen you through a past sunrise; sunshine.
You are like heat, warm to indulge in
Identify you, connect with you, and more.
Living in a world that is filled with poetry
Opening the skies is possible with just one kiss
Writing side-by-side continuously.
Intoxicated with illusions, swept away in seconds
In a separate universe, a different existence
I carry a pen that is a secret to my soul
Hidden in the recesses of thoughts.
A small gap, but worlds apart.
Two souls secretly filling a pool with thoughts
Allowing ourselves to be swept away by words.
Dominating the mind to chase and suit my mood
Allowing myself to take pleasure in your addiction
Writing 'WITH' throughout the years
You are the crush I can write endless stories about.
The rush of wild dreams, kind words, pouring like rain
Understanding and empathizing with each other's pain
Physically I can't hold you, but mentally, you hold a place.
You shine like a star when I'm in need
A simple hello opens the door, I've kept shut
Only you can intrude every year since we crossed pens
Imagine a lifetime captured by silence
Slowly trying to create words,
Outlining the shape of your thoughts
A crush, unwrinkled and without complaints.
~~~ By P.D.
Oh, that desperate ache
Each day that wakes
And that secret chamber of my
Beating heart occupied by your
Humble words were written for me
And captured my gaze
I see you across the painful horizon
But I still focus my eyes on
What my heart instantly felt
At the moment our connection melted
Into my searching soul
And made me almost whole
So do I consider myself a stalker
A Gawker or just a shy talker
Afraid to show this crush
Just how much I crave to touch
What seems untouchable
Is it really meant for me
So still I silently hover like
Another unfulfilled lover
As I pray she glances my way
And that smile that's lost
In all the weary miles
Breaks forth and blesses my day
~~~ Carl F.
She so delicate of visage
Veiled in obscurity
Intangible appearances
Faceted in flowing black mists
Eyes buffering the vagueness lit
Piercing through shadow
Contained within
Turbulent metaphors of dusk
Tempting destiny uncontrolled
Splashing hot crimson
Upon the life sparked cinders
Empathizing too late
The primal word I spoke at life's start,
Not golden arches, but love's universal art.
'Ma' echoes in cultures diverse,
Symbolizing eternal motherhood, a cosmic verse.
In her embrace, warmth I'd find,
Crying, my sole skill, in infancy confined.
Rocking motions, lulling me to rest,
Cries for heavenly attention, a baby's quest.
Bad or good, day's play or lessons sought,
In her eyes, the best boy I was thought.
Discipline met with the utmost grace,
Crafting a future, a bright, destined space.
Stupid actions met with her concern,
Anger transformed, in sermons, I'd discern.
Rage one moment, forgiveness next,
Guidance and wisdom, her lifelong text.
Pain of daily setbacks mirrored in her eyes,
Tears reflecting my life's lows and highs.
Sympathy as balm for wounds unseen,
Comforting, empathizing, a mother's serene sheen.
For unselfish love, a constant well,
Tenderness and goodness in heart's swell.
An endless stream of care, a smile so bright,
In dreams, she lingers, a beacon of light.
The Frigid Month of February
Winter, at its worst, cold and dreary.
When whipped-up brisk winds quake the wary,
With falling temperatures and snow:
Freezing exposed skin, fingers, and toes.
In a blitz of polar-felt weather
That stymies the ardent traveller;
People shudder forward in the chill,
Trekking along like penguins uphill.
Seasonal temperaments dissipate
In mutual bonds which people partake;
With each empathizing with each other,
When outside challenging the weather.
Winter, at its worst, cold and dreary,
In the frigid month of February.
The man who you were born to trust
shouldn’t be the monster to then in turn bust
your bubble of hope for a fun, happy life
and become the nightmare of your every night.
She was trapped inside an abusive cage,
at the mercy of her father’s rage,
who continuously inflicted a shower of pain
while she cried her tears and sobbed in vain.
The suicide note on his nightstand
was written in the script of a young girl’s hand,
bedside the empty bottle of sleeping pills
that rendered freedom to his little girl.
The authorities looked the other way
knowing he received the dues for which he paid;
no one was willing to help her before -
they simply rolled him outside of the door.
She attended his funeral in a long, black dress;
disguising the relief, she did her best;
although her conscious bore a hefty scar,
she justified her reasons for what they are.
But, not until that first shovel of dirt
did she begin to release the unbearable hurt;
the abuse that this man constantly gave
was now buried forever with him in the grave.
She is now an advocate for abused youths;
empathizing with the secrets behind their truths;
hoping to help them get released from the hurt,
long before their abuser’s first shovel of dirt.
Rejection
hurtful, shameful
destroying, demeaning, devastating
body, mind, dreams, desires
forgiving, nurturing, empathizing
genuine, pure
Acceptance
Of all the colors in the world
There isn't just one that perfectly describes you,
A coloring book filled with all kinds of scribbles
and vibrant hues.
Tracing each line with the zest of reassurance.
A splash of purple and brown to highlight the horizon of your eyes.
A budding violet blooming in the wind
With specs of pink and blue between your fingers
An love affair begun with the touch of eyes.
Imagining our bodies drenched in red then double dipped in brown.
Curiously empathizing with pink hearts without the weight of heavy burden
The beauty of coloring outside the lines without hesitation.
In a kaleidoscope lost in an ocean of dark colored hair,
An mosaic colored in bright yellow, blue, green and brown.
Laid flat against white paper expanding in color, devouring each line of insecurity. An kiss over orange eye lids in a flash of white.
Bright stained eyes that sigh each moment that passes.
Tasted in the fountain of lips
Strawberry kiwi, Banana berry and rocky road
Shut flowers, soon to open; flourishing at your very thought.
Delicate with their touch
They Flicker then flash with the quiver of open lips.
Inhaling each breath that spreads against your neck
Bobbing my head.
Tapping my foot.
Swaying my head.
Mouthing out lyrics.
Humming melodies.
Seeming to enjoy top 40 pop hits.
Something rips out the headphone,
previously lodged into my ear.
Ow.
I look up,
Brad standing above me.
Headphone in his hand.
Villainous grin across his face.
A weird look glides my face.
His headphone gets shoved in my ear.
As my mind realizes the sudden assault,
the sound engulfs me.
Swallows me whole.
Transports me to a place I’ve never been.
Encased in a bubble.
Encompassed in a world,
I didn’t know existed.
My mind can’t register anything,
besides the music.
Completely oblivious to the outside world.
Symphonies of sound,
explode in my ears.
I close my eyes.
Taking in the music,
focusing on the lyrics.
Rocking back and forth.
A smile creeping onto my face.
The song slowly comes to an end.
The artificial world I created,
disintegrated before my ears.
The temporary escape,
was deceased.
Like a family member you didn’t know too well.
You never got to fully understand them,
till it’s too late.
“Did you like it?
The bands called Panic! At The Disco,”
Brad inquests.
I nod my head affirmatively.
He smirks,
as he places the metallic cd player onto my bed.
He exits the room.
I shove the headphones,
quickly into my ears.
Starting the cd again,
letting it soak into my mind.
Surprisingly finding utmost pleasure,
in something so simplistic.
I focus more into the lyrics,
not necessarily knowing the meaning.
While I listen,
I escape.
Tears prick my cheeks.
Empathizing with the emotion and distress in Brendon’s voice.
Kindness.
Utmost selflessness.
Giving, empathizing, understanding.
Sunshine in people's lives.
Compassion.
What do you dote on?
Who do you dote with, if anyone?
"Dote" is an old-time word for ruminate,
to dwell on and within,
to become absorbed by and with.
Then there is also "antidote".
Let's imagine that our massive events and entertainment media
were to merge into an eventertainment industry,
hypnotised and hypnotising
to dote on negative alarming events
in which we pathologize ourselves and others
victims in some intensely dissonant way,
suffering anthro-doting mis-creations
not yet present when multimedia creator god
looked and saw that we should
could
would prefer to smell and look and feel good,
or at least better.
This way of empathizing with vicarious others
stepping into our co-awareness of emotive/cognitive humanity,
discovering both my and our darker
fear and anger identities
as victims of eco-political anti-dotage abuse and neglect,
trauma and terrifying apathy
Doting on dissociation from negative disvalues
against organic life
and sacred love
may also co-arise associative antidotes
Reverent wonder and revered awe
recovering sacred integrity
rediscovering organic synergy
uncovering frightening and angry dotage antidotes
Peace restoring
empowering multi-mediating gods and goddesses
hunting healthy ways
and gathering wealthy means
for images
made of childhood daydreams
Curious and courageous stories
fracturing fearful crevices and angry cracks
anti-doting peaceful healing justice
fragrant with lemon-scented mercy,
lavender of love's promise
in four-dimensional fully organic spectral color
following outlines of days when healthy therapeutic news was sunrise good
and sunset bad,
but all agreed,
normatively good was green below with blue above
in yellow light
from which we came to champion dote through each night
or free of fear day bright.
If we are victim doters
then antidoting virtuous too
to see full color stretching identities
of me through organic you
within each of time's regeneratively bilateral antidotes,
both victim and larger self-potentiating virtues,
curiously co-redemptive powers
cooperating our more positive psychology,
evaporating our too negative multi-unmediated dotage,
ruminating our wiser win/win experiments together,
amply covered by pronoia's poetic
non licentious license.
Acrostic: What is P O E T R Y?
P=Pro-People. Poetry begins with ‘p’ & ends in ‘why.’ My dark poems always seem to have a ‘P’OSITVE end, or hope. Do U see?
O=Overcome! Overcome opposition & “others” with Optimism. Use “other” words for the “Other” (see Respect)
E=Empathy. Extend Empathy, whatever your own Experiences. Emotion is not poetry, but with Empathy, yes!
T=Truth. A timeless element. Is there something more than yourself in the writing? While we differ about 'truth', a Cosmic Clockmaker is behind Timeless Poetry
R=Respect. We have sung songs about RESPECT. Respect all in your writing; if necessary disagree 'R'espectfully. This is the big challenge in poetry
Y=Yield. Yield to Y. Yield to questions. Could you yield to "others"? We discover uses & abuses of poetry every day, but good poetry is pro-people.
Finally, an Acrostic for POETRY also says: People Overcoming and Empathizing (with the “other”) & with Truth & Respect, thus YIELDING to more poetry & people (“other” poems & people). POETRY can bring us closer as One species.
Streaming glitter
Suspended laughter
Delayed happiness
Evident abasement
Surmounting fears
Shadows dance in torment
Pleasant gestures
Pretence abundant
Deferred bliss
Creeping obscurity
Empathizing stares
Lured smiles led to drown
Malevolent touch
Masked intentions
Insubordinate emotions
Disappearing identity
Longing spirit
Laughter is beheaded
Joyful wickedness
Jeweled thorns
Loving stabs
Poisoned kisses
Unassuming mortal
Beauty lays dead
Read more: http://hellopoetry.com/poem/cacophony-1/#ixzz0taH010Dg
Form:
I've been transformed by willingness, and a desire
to move forward without keeping sad things in mind.
Confident to smile with surprise and allowing love to flow in;
faces don't avoid my glances that were unfriendly and sullen.
Something that happens unexpectadly can give someone an unusual thrill;
I distrusted people who were different from me...having no character, no will.
Followed by my shadow, fear captured me to create unnecessary fright;
my room became my habitat and escape from a society claiming their plight.
With no friends to meet at cafes and local restaurants, I closed my windows,
prohibiting a glint of sunshine...assuming it wasn't meant for me, but for others.
Glued to a wide screen, watching documentaries of tragedies and unaviodable fates;
empathizing with them, and yet convinced that I shouldn't have been grabbing at straws.
Hackneyed words came out of my mouth, a habitue' of negative and dubitable thoughts;
and filled with their drudgery,I stopped listening to positive folks, thus, doubling my loads.
How can one be transformed by willingness? Discard the habits that amount to nothing;
find the source of your uselessness, and be inspired by all who have achieved their goal.
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
People surround until they stop expecting……...the upright stands alone…an intelligent walks alone……moral and ethics struggle to prove themselves right……friends and relatives are born disguised competitors…smiling faces burn inside……money is all that allures, attracts, builds and shreds!
The purpose of living has some how changed. Sadly love, need, relations and satisfaction just have one synonym and we call it ‘Money’!
Just opened my eyes and looked around.
To see relations and loved ones surround.
Warmth and love galore a protective enshroud.
To the relations _ my treasures I bowed.
Powered emotions hazed out the vividness to decode.
Seeking requite bleeds as most excruciating pain to hound?
Smiling faces, comforting gestures confound.
Meaning of life, someday somebody may expound.
Altruistic and empathizing hands of those who smilingly crowned.
Laughs and gags of illusive friends abound.
Sinking heart still eager as sleuth – hound.
Ability to serve the greed _ monetary worth redounds.
Disquiet feelings are profound.
Greed is love and money impounds.
Magic of money is spell bound.
Meaning of life astounds.
WORD REFERENCE:
Sleuth – hound: an eager investigator
Altruistic – unselfish
Astound – Surprise
Impound – Seize and take legal custody
Profound – Very great or intense.
Redound - Contribute greatly to (a person's credit or honour)
Hound – Scare
Abound – Exist in large number
Expound - Present and explain (a theory or idea) in detail.
Confound - Cause confusion in (someone), especially by not according with their expectations.
Enshroud – Envelop completely and hide from view.
Disquiet - A feeling of worry or unease