Best Sympathizing Poems
Yes, he broke my heart, but not the usual way
With tender words, he made my poor heart sway
Each chamber beamed with his adoring smile
That chased the demons, made my life worth while
He broke my heart….
My heart was callous, filled with dirt and grime
Its walls all hardened by betrayal’s crime
And there he was a blazing ray of light
That came into my heart and made things right
He broke my heart…
He bathed each wall with sympathizing tears
And made me feel the joy of youthful years
He made of me of a woman, blooming fair
Oh how he glorified my raven hair
He broke my heart….
He broke down each defense that I set up
And gave parched lips a drink from lover’s cup
He loved my body, and adored my mind
And vowed my beauty was the rarest kind
He broke my heart….
He broke my heart, he broke my every care
He broke the chains that had me in despair
He broke my silence, and he made me sing
He broke my crutch and gave me angel wing
He broke my heart…
And in the breaking, love gushed out from me
In deluge of romance and constancy
Renewed, refreshed, revived from broken dreams
He broke my heart and bathed it in his streams
He broke my heart….
Eileen Manassian
When you laid your hands upon my naked heart
feeling the flex of it's fire, accessing the innocent desire,
holding the form of a new need, I swear, that's when love did start,
your touch became my tradition, the wine of your wisdom my lovely teacher,
From the fine feathers of your soft steel wings
I write poetry of storms in paradise and of love in your eyes,
sympathizing with my sage solitude, yet subduing the sadness it brings
you offer me everything an angel owns, halo and bloodroots, and together we rise -
J.A.B.
As happy melodies hum,
Underneath, the sounds of sadness come,
Provoking all the sorrow and fear,
That all hearts are forced to hear,
Looking at the glowing mirror,
Seeing the reflection of “Myself”
Shadow less, I stand,
Contemplating the solid glass, imagining “Me”
Hearing the terrified breaths of “Myself”
While inside, I am touching the joyful “Me”
That an eye no longer can see,
No sympathizing, no sympathy,
Through “Myself” I could feel my lonely soul,
Desolated from the incomprehensible world,
Surrounded by rhythms created by void,
That I hear “Myself” continuously sing,
My soul sees through “Me,”
Unleashing the pain, making freedom surround,
But “Myself” comes and interrupts,
My freedom and my soul begin to corrupt,
“Me,” someone that no longer lives,
Someone that tries to forgive, “Myself”
The person that took place,
The person living a life drenched with dimness,
“Me,” is gone,
“Me,” has disappeared into non existence,
My soul is surrounded by “Myself”
Cherishing “Me” by the colorful memories...
I get nervous in front of crowds
my first words are usually shaky
I can stand straight but take a few steps
in a direction corresponding with that awkward moment
you realize
everyone is listening, interpreting, judging, sympathizing
just trying to understand
the first time I gave a speech was 6th grade
the teacher said its hard speaking in front of a class
who wants to try?
I got brave and took the spotlight
only to find I was blinded
and at a loss for words
show and tell was stress
I ate my silence
I just want to connect, on a grande scale
fast, quick, and easy
The only speaking that mattered
was my great grand mothers funeral
I was the oldest of a generation
I spent a while getting my thoughts down
what I said lasted only a few minutes
the words echo in my head
have been
and probably will till death
I want to lead a group into chaos
get everyone to dance
become wild creatures fleeting on our fairest fancies
seek joy and fearlessly love
express in a healthy way
be aware
I'm just trying to connect
I am shy
Lost
Selfish, sensual
Controlling, smoldering, rebelling
Sulkiness, steeliness, strongness, special
Understanding, sympathizing, loving
Spiritual, steadfast
Saved
Sponsor: Nancy Jones
Contest: Alphabet Soup
Letter chosen: S
Nostalgic of my Mom’s death…
… almost two decades ago…
then of my Dad’s demise---
--- in 2019---
here am I gripped with blest serenity
knowing that they both are with the Creator
by virtue of their faith in the Saviour
Who promised wondrous eternal life
to those that put their trust in Him---
the Way, the Truth, the Life.
Reminiscing those agonizing moments…
here am I thankful to God
for assuaging the afflicting pain
I had to battle with:
grief, separation-anxiety, loss.
Looking back…
here am I, having moved on
cognizant that death is a reality
to face with courage
an inevitability to expect midst hope
since it is just a temporal goodbye
along “till we meet again” blissful reunion.
Today…
here am I striving to empathize earnestly
prayerfully sympathizing with the bereaved
testifying that death is a divine milestone
affirming this Scripture’s truth:*
“We are confident, I say, and willing rather
to be absent from the body, and to be present with the Lord.”
*2Corinthians 5:8
April 5, 2023
9th place, "Death of a loved one" Poetry Writing Premiere Contest
Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker; judged on 4/5/2023.
Original angel, God's first personal assistant
Going errands for the Almighty, across upon infinite distant
The toast of heaven, captain of the A team
A is for angels, all jealous of Satan’s beam
They knew God had spent, a little more time on him
For apparent he was "special", It was for him God invented that word
Who could have foreseen, one day he would be enemy to God’s thee Word
He was there by his master’s side, secretary to creation
While other angels stood by, hateful of this relation
God's favorite angel, beautiful with no blemish
Flapping his wings in praise, as God filled the oceans with fish
Brightest among angels, the very first superstar
Keeping records of all creation, from the birds to the moon and stars
Chief astronomer, of God’s magnificent light works,
The only one with clearance, to share his thoughts and remarks
“The ocean is not deep enough, the heavens are too wide”
First angel to speak his mind
He was to God what Mark Anthony was to Caesar
He loved his master, but he was not an angel pleaser
He came out on top, at the heaven’s post-creation dance
Danced and danced even after the master took his seven-day rest
Giving Michael and Gabriel their much awaited chance
“He no longer dances for your glory master, give him just one test”
“Take his wings and beauty master, and see whether he will obey your commandment”
And so, once beloved Satan, was turned to a lowly serpent
He would have got back his wings, were it not for Adam and Eve
He was only bluffing about the forbidden fruit, he dint mean to deceive
But foolish Eve ate the apple, and Adam followed suit
There was no fair trial, so a third sympathizing angels quit
And now the once bright original angel, was cast and now adores dreadful horns
Reigning below the sea with other ex-angels; the demons
From the A-team to the D-team, from angelic beam, to demonic steam
If you too divinely fell from grace, from such a high level
You would have no choice but to become the devil
Brand-new backpacks, brand-new shoes;
Headbands topped with flowers.
Parents trying to enthuse
About the coming hours.
Photos taken, kisses swapped;
Pupils all converging.
Quick goodbyes as doors are propped;
Teachers gently urging.
Voices chatter, stairs are climbed;
First day jitters rising.
All of us once likewise primed
Should be sympathizing.
What if there was no such
thing as negativity.?
Only positive emotions
could float in the air so free.
What if hatred did not exist
and we could only smile?
What if laughter replaced
all that is hostile.?
What if peace was all we
tried to strive for?
What if comradery was
the center core?
What if empathy was
felt in every soul?
Helping others was the
only thing to make you whole.
If walking in another's shoes
was easy to understand.
If sympathizing with them
was needed to help them stand.
What if?
If you're now ever suspected by our present day government
of being a terrorist or sympathizing enemy combatant,
you can now be detained indefinitely,
under our president's authority.
No more rights securing our papers and property
from any government sponsored search and seize.
A warrant our government no longer needs.
Forces can now break down our doors anytime freely
and search and seize our property
and then at their discretion, detain us indefinitely.
No rights to prevention of enhanced interrogation,
otherwise known as cruel and unusual punishment.
No rights to a trial, no rights to an attorney,
no rights to information as to your locality
need be given to you or any of your friends and family,
and if you should get lucky and one day be released
because you were innocent and not guilty,
your accusers will have absolutely no accountability.
In the year of 2011 on the day of December 15th,
the National Defense Authorization Act was passed with a vote of 86 - 13.
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SillyBilly, theKidster
Politically Educated Contest
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Embrace my day
With warm cool night
Sprinkle shattered darkness
Where holy light cannot
Escape for fear that
Mangled knowledge could
Misinterpret a fabled past
I cannot scream
Yet hunkered in deep, gentle sleep
Lies the unwarranted yet welcomed
Thoughts that most wish
To erase from splendid air
Try me
Try me
As I wake these strangers
To join me
In a raucous, despicable feast
That even diets cannot hold
I am moderate at first
Teasing, tasting
The crumbs which forge the meal
Chewing
I swirl juicy shards a plenty
Ensuring that full-bodied flavor
Is appreciated in the way
Its chefs intended
I raise my hand
Requesting to leave
For I am full
They stare down my gesture
With the glare of those who know
Insisting I remain
Sympathizing with my pain
Because they know I'll never forgive them
For allowing me
To miss this
Just dessert.
(8/14/04)
IT'S THE LOVING SEASON - John 15:17
Love is humanity,
It comes from the soul.
Perhaps the only thing,
That makes a human whole.
Romance is in the air,
The calendar says it's so.
Time for cards and flowers,
A special place to go.
Forget the months gone by,
Inhumanity to man.
It is time to celebrate,
Let's do the best we can.
Read the cards real slow,
Remember what they said.
After all they know better than you,
What is in your head.
People do it for a living,
To make your life seem swell.
Their words control the meaning,
Do you have something to tell?
There is the tender sympathizing love,
Recall the days gone by.
You reached out with all your heart,
Do you remember why?
The flame of young love,
You both tried so hard.
Hot and fierce your time was spent,
Treated life with disregard.
Would you like to rekindle that flame,
Professional help is here.
Turn to Jesus' words in "John",
Once, again, please dear.
RAYMOND V. MORGAN
HEARTBEAT OF DELTA STATE
The rain has fallen again,
The streets are isolated,
Everyone is filled with sadness.
Houses and shops have been abandoned,
Villages and towns have been inundated.
Bags and cargoes floats unsteadily,
Cars and buses are deeply buried
deep into the water in a hazy manner.
People, animals, all are transported
by little wooden vessels.
With no idea of when
to take over their properties,
With no idea of where else to go.
The cities, their streets,
houses and cars have being flooded,
Properties, expensive
and extra expensive have been left over.
East Delta had been covered
by the unmerciful ocean.
Precious lives were gone
and more were at stake.
Families and close friends- divided.
Farms with large crops- destroyed.
Hunger and thirsty, hugs my people with sadness,
begging for aid.
Sickness and diseases fill people
with sympathizing outcome.
A land of peace is now a land of disaster,
A land of Labor is now a land of turmoil.
May peace always reign,
May ignorance be neglected,
For the dying heartbeat of Delta.
Although I really do love my job,
Love to lounge around with don't disturb on my door knob,
More often than not I'd love to play hooky,
Ornately drinking tea and eating oatmeal raisin cookies,
Sympathizing for all the ones who are slaving away,
Totally enjoying my Ferris Bueller off day,
Aha, I say as I look out my window,
Suddenly it started to heavily snow,
Now I don't more than likely have to go,
Oh, better I call up just in case,
Work might just be after all taking place,
Darn, thought they'd be shutting down,
Almost hung up with a smile instead of a frown,
Yikes, I think as I freeze and fishtail on my way to my job downtown!
1-2-17
i realised for the first time today what a harpy i am –
what a bitter, wicked harridan...
i recognised, at last, the depths of my enigmatic evil
...and it was shocking, i can’t deny it;
to realize how easily cruelty comes to me,
slipping off my tongue like drops of mercury
or venom from a cobra’s fangs…
it’s so much a part of me I don’t even know I’m doing it –
I just wade right in and slaughter souls,
And stick harpoons into innocent hearts,
As easy as I breathe or clear my throat or sleep
And then later, when the fall-out comes, and I am berated
And bombarded with vitriol, I sit back and foolishly wonder why
Like a blind woman I just don’t see my bleak truth
I cannot comprehend the pain I have caused
…empathy is a trait I don’t seem to have in stock,
And as for sympathizing with your sorrow, I simply can’t
Because all I see when I look at you is cowardice
And childish tears
And all I hear is the whine of a petulant fool
So no matter how much I may want to, how much I wish I could,
I can’t thaw out my heart, or soften these glacial eyes…
And when you attack me, as you should, I just fight back harder
And crush you a little further into the suffocating sand
And then, indifferent, wipe your blood from my hands –
And calmly walk away