Best Tenderhearted Poems
Let my offender have full remorse
as he watches
his own daughter grow.
Let her never know
what he did to me.
Let sorrow
pierce his heart like an arrow.
Let the Lord soothe the wound
and chasten him with the scar.
Let repentance pour out.
Let forgiveness overflow.
Let his heart be humble
to learn the fullness of
a father's love.
Lord, lift his sin burden
like a raven in flight,
then let a dove descend.
Let him protect his daughter
from the man he once was.
Let him not live in fear
of her violation
by his or another's hands.
Let her purity be preserved.
Let his wickedness
be ravished
by mercy and truth.*
Let his heart not regard
the sins of his youth.*
Let him receive forgiveness plenty,
just as God, for Christ's sake
has forgiven me,*
and I reap the blessings.
Let him be blessed, too.*
Let innocence be restored,
and let us esteem
the name of the Lord.
Let my offender praise purity
and be a passionate advocate
for the vulnerable and abused.
Let his wife be blessed
by his new life.
If he chooses to confess,
let her forgive
and have a heart of
compassion and trust,
discarding anger and disgust.
Let repentance pour out.
Let forgiveness overflow.
Let the cycle of sin discontinue.
Let their intimacy be
exceedingly better than
what he sought wrongfully.
Let him wonder
how the offended was affected.
Let him pray that she will fully forgive,
not harboring any hint of bitterness.
Give him peace, knowing
that by God's grace,
their wounds will heal.*
*Proverbs 6:6
By mercy and truth iniquity is purged:
and by the fear of the Lord men depart from evil.
*Psalm 25:7
Remember not the sins of my youth, nor my transgressions: according to thy mercy remember thou me for thy goodness' sake, O LORD.
*Ephesians 4:32
32 And be ye kind one to another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, even as God for Christ's sake hath forgiven you.
*Luke 6:28
Bless them that curse you, and pray for them which despitefully use you.
*Psalm 147:3
He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds.
12/7/19
Categories:
tenderhearted, child abuse, evil, forgiveness,
Form:
Free verse
Hearts and Souls
Of Little Children
Tender Love Glows..
Within Innocence
Pure and True
Love endures
In Each one of You
For tho.. even when
You grow old..
Within hearts
Still Glows..
Tenderhearted Love Shows
Love Over Flows within
Inside of You
Still.. Heart and Souls
Of Little Children
Shining Through
Precious is YOU
Keep Your Love A-glow
For inside everyone
Within each of us
Still beholds...
Hearts of Gold
Souls of Little Children..
Even when we're old
With Glowing Love
That Over-Flows
Praise's be to God Almighty
For Hearts and Souls
Love within Little Children
Still beholds..
Even when.. Time grows old
Precious Love
We All can see
Through our-own Eyes
As Children.. Love Glowing
For We are All God's Children
To Behold His Glory
Precious Love
Come to Jesus..
Behold Precious Love
Categories:
tenderhearted, inspirationallove,
Form:
like leftover sloppy joe dripping
out the sides of his/her mouth
as the gormandizer gets ready
for the rest of the meal---s/he
stands at the podium, a politician,
a priest---one in the same, telling
the sheep that they are not to
blame---because s/he tells them
what they want to hear (that things
will be better once they are in
charge, that if things don’t get
better there is a land somewhere
off in the distance waiting for them
after death that will help make
sense of it all), that s/he
can relate to the way that they
hurt, s/he looks, s/he appears to
have lived a life of worry like them,
s/he appears to have creases in the
face produced by lack of financial
security just as they, s/he even
tears up on cue as the best in
hollywood, when pressed---with
handshakes, baby-kissing, “blessings”
& “prayers,” each signal the
lowest possible denominator of
evolution, what hangs on for
dear life as those final attributes
that will be forgotten with the
dust & left in the gutter, when the
robots finally come.
Categories:
tenderhearted, life, life,
Form:
Free verse
Do you do things bad when somebody does bad things to you?
Do you give an eye for an eye?
At the moment, it seems like the logical thing to do
But for the long run, you don't want to do that
You don't want that evil thing that you do
to get back to you
Oh yeah it will get back to you
It's like a rubber band
When you shoot when pulling
does it come back to you?
Oh yeah because we are like a circle
Anything we do will come back to us
Watch it
But does it mean you are always nice and easy?
No you can tell that to me
I am never nice and easy
Just kidding lol
But just do whatever you feel like it
Just don't do an eye for an eye
Isn't that what the Bible said?
Yeah but God also said
Galatians 6:10 "so then, as we have opportunity,
let us do good to everyone..."
Ephesians 4:32 "be kind to one another, tenderhearted
forgive one another, as God in Christ forgave you"
And "be angry and do not sin..." (Ephesians 4:26)
So you see it does not mean that you can't be angry
It does not mean that you don't want revenge
But check yourself
Are you better than that?
Do you stoop to that level?
No
So just do the good things
And everything turns out just fine
Did I tell you
that I want to....?
Haha, not going to tell you
Categories:
tenderhearted, faith,
Form:
Free verse
There is fire in your tenderhearted spirit
You are the stars,
Sprinkled in the ebony sky
Search for a dwelling place most charitable
Don’t run away…
I’ll take some time to recover from a broken heart
I’ll remain in my cage-like dorm
I heard you screaming for help
I hope this rope will do you some good
To pull you up to cloud seven
Or cloud nine…that would be sublime
I wish you could figure things out
Faster than lightning strikes
Attempting to reveal to you the best route no one has stepped foot in
Trust me, I know where I’m going from here
Nudge me if you are starting to build up fear
In your heart…pounding vigorously with repetition
God has sent me a profound vision
Let us seek the Lord while He may be found
Disregard the anxiety and let Him get the best of us
And He will surely lighten up our loads
There is strength within you
So, why are you so scared of the dark?
There is strength within you
Look up to the eagle for a fruitful flight
There is strength within you
You got to dig deep to find the gold
There is strength abiding in you
When I’m with you…we need to get along
As long as He notices our teamwork
I’ll be your flashlight in the dead of night
I’ll be there by your side forevermore
We’re on this bumpy ride
Don’t lose faith in the long run
You have strength inside and out
There is strength burning in your heart no doubt
Restoring might in your heart
~~~
In your heart
~~~
I stick close to you
Like a dog, dependent on you…
Where are you going, partner? Somewhere new?
Anyways, good luck on future findings
The answers are tucked in your heart
In your heart
You got to earn back your strength
I’ve seen your miracles and talents – so majestic
That strength is within you...
Within you…
I treasure it completely
You complete me, sweet darling
Will you let me have a slice of it?
That would be totally legit! =]
Categories:
tenderhearted, adventure, best friend, dedication,
Form:
Lyric
Mr. Spider is an ugly looking creature. He has a hairy face and arms. However, the hairs on the top of his head are somewhat thinner than those on his face, and scattered all over here and there. His hairs looked dark, rough, and stiff, but those hairs in his beard, which covered on his broad and flat face, were grayish white. Mr. Spider has a pair of sharply pointed claws on the end of his thin clumsy-looking finger. Moreover, he has hiding his sharp and crooked teeth behind his bushy beard. His two big, dark, and atrocious eyes never blink or move but fixed on one spot from behind the shadow where he was squatting down.
Ms Butterfly is an elegant high socialite. She always wears the colorful robe. She glides and dances in the air as if she were a piece of gorgeous floating corolla. She didn’t eat any solid food. She flies in the air and stops on one flower bloom to the other for delicacy of sweet nectar. She enjoys it, for it keeps her in good shape and enables her to maintain her coquettish figure forever. Ms Butterfly, however,
is an arrogant and selfish lady. She never considers the feeling of the others. She acted only for her own good, yet she was a just simple lady.
It was a sunny afternoon in early spring when Mr. Spider caught Ms Butterfly in his cobweb. When Mr. Spider saw her in his cobweb, he didn’t wait a moment. He dashed toward his prisoner. However, when he came close enough to grab her with his hands, he refrained from catching her, because he saw her helpless slender body trembling in the gorgeous robe, and her beautiful but fearful eyes, asking him
for mercy.
Since then, Mr. Spider has never left his cobweb. With his fascinating eyes, he has followed and stared at elegant Ms Butterfly from a distance, while comparing his ugliness with a gargoyle and thinking of his cursed life, as if he were Quasimodo on the bell tower of Notre-Dam, watching and admiring tenderhearted, naïve, and lonely Esmeralda.
[Although Ms Butterfly was not deserve for Mr. Spider’s pure and wholehearted admiration because of her frivolous, flighty, and insincere personality.]
Categories:
tenderhearted, allegory, imagery, sad love,
Form:
Narrative
A tenderhearted lad from Schenectady
Gave his elbow to an elderly lady
Helping her across the street,
While never missing a beat
Leaves her happy in a better spot shady.
Written May 18, 2022
Categories:
tenderhearted, boy, care, hero,
Form:
Limerick
From an old live action memory, we first start to see your vibrant spirit
Rambunctious, exuberant and decided; RED
Breathtaking, beautiful eyes from the genes of a father
Like the baby blue shallows of the ocean
Past the calm, lies crashing waves of wild energy, and an irrepressible excitement for life, through the endless experiments it offers
An unwavering flame of determination and strength
Shining from the inside out, a love of sequined shirts and blinding sparkly silver hats
Reaching for the stars with a dream to be an electrical engineer
Small in stature but equipped with the roar of a thousand lions,
She’ll change the world
Tough, tireless, tenderhearted tendencies
Strength of character, amid affliction, and despite the odds
Creativity, unimaginably limitless like the vastness of space
Crafted concoctions of sweet smelling, pink strawberry delight
Our fiery carrot top, she’ll change the world.
Categories:
tenderhearted, strength,
Form:
Blank verse
The other day my husband said,
"Around here you are the Queen Bee".
Well, I could be hurt or just play with words..
1) Bee kind, tenderhearted, forgiving for Jesus forgave me..Ephesians 4: 32
2) Bee thankful_Bless God's Holy name..Psalms 100: 4
3) Bee a doer, work to accomplish many tasks..James 1: 22
4) Bee meriful for Jesus shows me mercy everyday. Luke 6:36
5) Bee strong in the Lord and in the power of his might for I can't make it in my own
power. Ephesains 6:10
6) Bee transformed by the renewing of your mind..Romans 12: 2
7) Bee steadfast, unmovable abounding in God's word..I Corinthians 15: 58
8) Bee ready for in such an hour as ye think not the son of man cometh..Matthew 24:44
Read "About This Poem"..
Categories:
tenderhearted, faith, introspection, life, jesus,
Form:
List
Someone help me!
Is there anyone who can hear my plea?
So many are cold and empty
Just no empathy
A friend in need is a friend in deed
These are gifts from God so let’s plant these seeds
I always have a sociable fondness
Bless someone with simple act of kindness
Happiness is infectious
Hug someone I dare you to try this
Hands have great power
They can destroy or help others
Have you ever felt that you have so much potential?
Everyone is blessed with a gift that is very special
Sometimes do you ask, “Why should I care?”
When others fail I promise to be there
Because 100 times Jesus is there for me
We’re all are from the same human race….fighting to be free
No Human life is more important than your own
But where are the ones that can I rely on?
Ephesians 4:31-32 Let all bitterness and wrath and anger and clamor and slander be put away from you, along with all malice. Be kind to one another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, as God in Christ forgave you.
Categories:
tenderhearted, brother, christian, faith, family,
Form:
Rhyme
Commended for being kind, I’m humbled
I praise the Lord Who has me enabled
To fulfill His will, even when stumbled
Confessing that there were times I grumbled.
God be thanked for my kindhearted parents…
Role models are they of goodness’ intents
Their example exudes with virtues scents
Blessed am I by their loving engagements.
Though not perfect, they taught me to be kind
“Such is pleasant.” They would remind
They warned: “To cruelty, don’t be aligned…
Be expert of kindness; there be refined.”
Nurtured with my siblings by their kindness
I’m secured within my home’s graciousness
Around family’s caring gentleness
Expressing full forgiveness-joyousness.
Having that “inherited” kindness trait
I’m moved to reach out midst apathy’s bait
Dealing well with others at peaceful rate
Showing real comfort; making them feel great.
Then I learned that God makes kindness fruitful
He’s the Author of life that’s meaningful
Imparting divine nature… powerful
For faith-deeds, effectively purposeful.
When applauded with congratulations
For my care-giving and life-building functions
I exalt God Who works in my actions
Purging my kindness from fleshly sanctions.
I’ll pursue being kind* for God’s glory
Reflecting His mercy midst evil’s fury
By His might, I’ll share His Gospel story
Spreading His love of blissful victory!
*Ephesians 4:32 And be ye kind one to another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, even as God for Christ's sake hath forgiven you.
November 12, 2018
1st place, "A Little Kindness Never Hurts" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brenda Chiri; judged on 12/10/2018.
Categories:
tenderhearted, appreciation, blessing, faith, god,
Form:
Rhyme
KJV. Eph: 4:32. And be kind one to another,
tenderhearted,....
There is a legend that's been told
of a spider who was pigeon-toed.
A weaver by craft and crafty he was.
Friendly to all, that was his cause.
He knew them by name,
life was serious, it wasn't a game.
"Lou Little, Lou Little,
Why do you do little?"
said the spider to the fly.
"Please tell me why."
Spider's Web was spun,
But this was all in fun.
"Unique design, pigeon-toed friend,
but I must get home before day's end,"
he answered with glee,
whispering. "he won't catch me."
He opened his wings, rode on the breeze,
thinking next time Spider he'd tease.
Tired from standing, waiting 'til five,
watching, hoping for his guest to arrive.
"I will rest a while," Spider sighed.
Broken, rejected, he cried.
Awakened by a knock on the door,
stumbling toes, he fell to the floor.
His guest heard the sound,
decided to come in and look around.
The world of Spider was before his eyes.
A table set, prepared for him, to his surprise.
Lou Little, bending over felt very sad,
a friend in Spider, the loss he had.
Categories:
tenderhearted, kids, friend,
Form:
Verse
The light of Day and the darkness of night are like Metaphors
For the light in our lives, but also the darkness where upset occurs
Glimpses of light are like hope through life's struggle
Just like that little light at the end of the dark tunnel
When pain is dragging you down into the darkness
Those capsules of light awaken you from inertness
They warm our hearts reiginighting our inner spark
When the light conkers the night and drives out the dark,
Its those tenderhearted times that stop us from falling apart.
The glistening stars are balls of light that fight against the night,
Like knights of the light there armour shimmers, glimmers bright
Freckles puncturing the abyss despite the blanket of the darkest eclipse,
The light of the moon pushing through it cannot be missed or simply dismissed.
The moon is like a big bright balloon surrounded by stars of all shapes and sizes
soon on the horizon the sun will burn through the darkness
as it slowly rises,
Dispersing the darkness of the night, just like the darkness that plagues your life,
The sun will rise with the brightest light, and everything will eventually be all right
Light will always shine through even on the darkest night you'll see a star or two,
No matter the pain or suffering you're experiencing look for those glimmers of hope, that's the light shimmering,
That's what will pull you through the darkest times those little glimmers of light
Some are big bold and brass others mere twinkle shooting past in the dead of night,
Finding the light in life will bring hope that even in those darkest of times
You will see, It's going to be all right
Categories:
tenderhearted, courage, future, hope, journey,
Form:
Free verse
Although the place where the dead go is called the world beyond,
some say that it’s located underground while others say that it’s located in heaven above.
Since the world beyond is not the real world where you and I live,
it doesn’t make any difference whether you go to heaven above
or netherworld below
the majority of people, when their time comes,
whether they lived their lives virtuously or not,
they want to go to heaven rather than the underworld.
Because the underworld is dark, chilly and damp,
moreover, time doesn’t move forward but is still,
people suppose; heaven is warm, bright and beautiful
with seasonal changes in colorful sceneries.
The thing is, though may it be human nature to choose heaven,
to me, rather hard to comprehend is the one who asserts
that they are the ones who will enter heaven wearing
a garment smeared with covetousness and hide their deformed ugly heart in it.
Most men who allegedly say that they will go to heaven
are those unable to see their own blemishes, no matter how big
they may be, because they are so arrogant and self-centered.
Nevertheless, they spot other’s flaws so easily, no matter
how small they may be, and scold them severely because
they are self-righteous hypocrites.
They donate a fraction of great sums that they collected from
many tenderhearted good people in the name of God or of charity
and boast on themselves though they appropriate the rest of the large
sum for their purposes, as if they sacrificed a lot of their possessions and precious time, as if they were the most caring and understanding human beings.
Though they ill-treated their own parents they shamelessly tell others
to respect their parents, they are deceptive pretenders. They are men
able to trade their own brothers for any price without the pangs of conscience though they once swore before God that they would be faithful to their brothers.
For those human trashes insist that heaven is theirs though
the men who qualify to enter heaven humbly lower their head
without a word, perhaps Peter the owner of the key to heaven,
is troubled badly with men’s ignominies; it would force dignified rigorous Yama*,
the lord of hell, to smile a grim smile.
*Yama, the Chinese and Hindus King of Hell. Hades of the Buddhism.
Categories:
tenderhearted, allegory, death, life, people,
Form:
Free verse
Golden hair entwined
Grantor of tremendous love
Greatly interlaced
A tenderhearted crown laid
Explosion of flowing hair
Russell Sivey
Categories:
tenderhearted, life,
Form:
Tanka