Best Givers Poems

MORTAL GIVERS

Who are we but mortals?
That we should be so bold,
So presumptuous, so arrogant
As to leave the poor in the cold?
Should we not think of sharing
Especially the ones without,
And always think of giving,
With unquestionable doubt!
Being an only child,
Was encouraged to share,
I was shown to be...

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They give you blood of their heart
And water of their life to make you rise to might
They shelter you with their shadows
From the shower of dangerous snakes and arrows

They stay awake all night when you are unwell
Pray to God to make you well
They make sure...

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Some people give and some people take, live by made up rules because the takers are fake.
Taking for granted in all that you do, you can't give enough and it gets the better of you.
The givers give their very last coin to the taker that...

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The once was a Native American Navajo
Who served his country and to war did go.
He wrote codes by the score
Which helped end the war
But came home to no fame, “Oh, no.”

The World War II ends in ‘45
Choctaw and Comanche side by side
Broke the back of...

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I’m not yet quite ready for this love

I know I can face the easy days

But when the days between us begin to turn rough

I want to know if it’s tough love

Or together we fall still reqauinted


Some are givers, some are takers

Some feel real love, others...

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To give is to gain 
in the eyes of the mind
of a soul that is honest
and loving and kind.
It's fair to expect
that you get what you give
as your life is a measure
of morals you live.

What do we gain 
when were willing to give?
What force feeds...

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I hope we all at least aspire to become adept caregivers and receivers,
as these two directions seem to be nondualist,
mutually symbiotic;
to give care is neither better nor worse than to receive,
as optimal healthy care giving is also receiving--
these interactions mutually feed and enrich each other.
We...

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Life itself sometimes begins at the "End"? Life always has a beginning,and I am not certain about how "Life itself" will "End".Will you hold on to your "Life" that you have now to invigorate,and inspire the desire that the love gives so that you can...

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Family of caregivers I know
give charity of vicious mercy
when one falls ill under care
is helped to die quickly in joy
on gaining back good  health
caregivers  curse  the ill fate
that aided victim to live again

But the very smart caregivers
pray for long golden lifespan
when illness...

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This poem has been swimming in my marrow for a season
This poem is for the DNA giver, this poem has been building
and rebuilding in my core. What can I really say for my parents?
So much, I owe to them, so much God has blessed our...

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Delicious sweets of red and green:
I know not where else they be seen.
Such amount and diversity!

Great caretakers of peace and love.
Their faces beam bright from above.
A friendship great between us lies.

Grand treasures from those brown;
yet, for repayment we cut them down.
Is usury just gratuity?...

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Enabled by God, the Author and Exemplar of giving
they exercise granting deeds of generous thriving…

With sincere gratitude, we commend them midst bliss:
foremost are parents showering unconditional love from hearts abyss…

brother and sisters, great siblings for their support
as well as cheering friends who show caring escort…

teachers,...

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From all walks of life,
near and far,
you lie on a gurney,
your own sustenance flowing out of you,
givers of the red.
Quiet heroes take the iron supplements,
so you can give again and again.
for the injured, the soldiers,
the mothers giving birth,
those with cancer,
who depend on your
generosity.

You repeat the...

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The takers never live
They have no idea
The only way to truly experience joyful life is to give

The givers show them
But the takers think they are suckers
Laughing at them behind their backs
and in front of their faces

Calling them names like
losers, liberals, suckers, dupes.
Not understanding

The only way...

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Convenience blooms like money,
So the high and mighty brags, but
A garden watered fresh, with
Honey bees sanctuary, and
Hands that's been there, done that
Souls once bruised, but
Cared for like rising stars,
Comfort comes in any color
No complication
No cunning,
Just simplicity of humming.

Each root in fertility of truth
Spring forth
Chasing frowns
Like...

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