Best Toleration Poems
Dear God, I’m thankful for your love
You always give me more than I deserve
Dear God, I’m thankful for your joy
You give me all the happiness I desire
Dear God, I’m thankful for your acceptance
You make me feel like I can be my best
Dear God, I’m thankful for your wisdom
You help me to make the right choices and decisions
Dear God, I’m thankful for your warmth
You remind me that I’m filled with compassion
Dear God, I’m thankful for your generosity
You lead me to give when I wasn’t always sure
Dear God, I’m thankful for your sincerity
You let me know that I can trust you completely
Dear God, I’m thankful for your sweet mercy
You teach me that love is filled with toleration
Dear God, I’m thankful for your inspiration
You help me to know that I can make my dreams come true
Dear God, I’m thankful for your faith and hope
You reassure my heart that I can be filled with optimism
Dear God, I’m thankful for your gentle love
You remind me that I can always be fulfilled
Dear God, I’m thankful for your strength
You show me that I have what it takes
Dear God, I’m sincere when I say that I love you
You bring my heart to a place of pure benevolence
Categories:
toleration, blessing, christian, faith, god,
Form:
Free verse
Irony cries out in Boulet’s rendering.
Elderly Native American’s stern expression
seems captured beneath eagle’s wings.
Symbol of power and freedom,
mighty bald eagle was chosen by European ancestors -
United State’s national symbol.
Yet independence for all was denied.
Tribes seeking only to preserve
their culture, their way of life,
were undeservingly imprisoned on reservations.
Stifled was freedom’s speech.
Let the eagle’s voice be heard;
toleration of injustice carries harsh consequences.
Spread your wings, powerful bird,
restore harmony to land seduced,
neglected, compromised.
Transmit tribal elders’ timely message.
Human annihilation’s path is cruelly carved
when animals and plants face extinction.
Mounds of trash blister our land;
parched prairies struggle to support life.
Sorrowful cries of dying species
echo through stripped land,
causing songs of despair to resonate.
Grandfather, speak with eagles;
others appear deaf to your wisdom.
*Written October 15, 2014 and dedicated to late artist Susan Seddon Boulet, whose 2003 painting “Grandfather Speaks with Eagles” is but one of many pieces that evoke emotional response.
Categories:
toleration, art, environment, native american,
Form:
Free verse
"Instead of expressing exasperation, think toleration."
~ by poet
I find that I've become impatient with people who seem dense
and it only serves to frustrate me with an ire too often intense.
Sometimes, under my breath, I hear the words I'm mumbling,
"Why can't you understand this?" Then, I realize I'm grumbling.
I'm just a lowly human without a trace of Divinity to be found
so, I should be more humble, for I've not been royally crowned.
"Be tolerant," my heart whispers to my soul, as if it could hear.
"And be mindful," it said to my tongue, "words can bring tears."
I really should listen with more compassion and less askance.
I've no right to judge others. I don't know their life's circumstance.
Swallowing harsh words is a taste I should learn to find sweet
and conquer the bitterness of retorts... intolerance then I'd defeat.
People are not chess pawns that I can push around on a board,
and leniency should be allowed them across every stream I ford.
I don't control who walks the bridge with opinions of their own.
It's their right to have them, even if they're ones I don't condone.
I'll pursue being more tolerant of others and give them respect
and be sincerely diligent about this as a goal I should not neglect.
Categories:
toleration, how i feel,
Form:
Rhyme
Avoid the stress of feeling exasperation,
by finding the patience for toleration.
Categories:
toleration, feelings,
Form:
Free verse
A rainbow puts a smile on faces
no matter their color, creed, or races
A single beam of light, pure white
refracted into colors' spectrum
by the strength of sun rays' light
God's message is diversity
not monolithic 'uni-versity'
The sign for Noah that God made
teaches not just toleration
but also celebration of
~ every person's color
every person's shade
Based on the writings of
Rabbi Ahron Soloveichik,
"The Warmth and the Light,"
pgs 19-24, Genesis Press, 1992
Categories:
toleration, bible, celebration, color, race,
Form:
Rhyme
I'm filled with anticipation, in a new location of accomodation. There cannot always be acceleration or innovation, some times you just need relaxation and rotation. So take note of this notation, my medication; we don't need sedation or starvation of recreation, only exploration of rejuvenation. In this globalization we need only collaboration and integration for a happier population. Motivation, to strive for gratification without hesitation. Toleration, not discrimination or examination of immigration. No more disinformation. Only communication.
We gave each other affirmation, but also forced limitation on our own equalization. Now it's time for emancipation, conciliation, elimination of indoctrination. This experimentation of stabilization was just an illustration of civilization, a pronunciation of dehumanization. The world needs no subordination or victimization, only representation of unification. Diversification, to strive for participation and cooperation. Celebration, not procrastination or cancellation of harmonisation. No more deprivation. Only acceptation.
We live in a world of normalization, fabrication, calculation of improvisation. Now we need concentration and visualization, revaluation of imitation. So listen to this formulation, compilation, my elaboration and articulation; we need realization, imagination, not standardization of variation. This is my education. End of communication.
Categories:
toleration, anger, celebration, imagination, rap,
Form:
Monorhyme
I Pledge Allegiance
a solemn vow of obedience, from the earliest age of grievance,
when found deliverance, one people, united against tyranny and intolerance,
become the model of democracy and toleration
To The Flag
the symbol of once colonization come together in celebration,
a new unconquerable nation, a successful castration,
of oppression and dictation
Of The United States Of America
a conglomeration of peoples form one nation,
13 colonies a single relation, one voice, one oration,
tread on me, expect retaliation
And To The Republic
a democracy, its creation, the Constitution, its foundation,
agreeable to all in origination, fiercely guarded against demolition,
militarization, and impregnation, over all these years, still on station
For Which It Stands
the protector of all oppressed lands, the world over she lends a hand,
her signature, her blood, in foreign sand
One Nation
from sea to sea, whether rich or poor, some vocal, others, chose to ignore,
those who guard the shore, those who knock on heavens door,
one nation, esprit de corps
Under God
in a time when belief was strong, today, should not be wrong,
having been with us so very long, a few may sing a different song,
most will believe, as they have, all along
Indivisible
one, as a whole number, cannot be divided by any other,
many have tried under guise of brother, only to be denied by the mother
With Liberty And Justice For All
the means to end all oppression, infinitely wrong with transgression,
succession, regression, and repression along
Our Pledge of Allegiance
a pledge of a nation, a history profound, one indivisible number,
all it takes, to be no longer allowed
Categories:
toleration, dedication, devotion, education, history,
Form:
Free verse
Miscommunication, is fabrication of reality
When actually it’s a matter of perspective.
She was a standout, with a name similar to yours
With pure intentions, painful convictions but losing to her own dispositions.
Deprivation of her moral mentality structure crumbles
Caused by misadventures of her past life
Blighted with horrific memories
Tragic upsets that shake the very foundation of her soul.
Lead by the goals of our society
To keep the mindset that anxiety… controls you
But who understands?
Those who demand you to over expand your capability of toleration to your demons?
Pharmaceutical apprehension to be your companion in this never-ending struggle?
School systems have programs
That program you to say
Everything’s okay
Just get over it and move on
But you see there is no off switch to pain
No preset to reset her experiences
The hand that she felt
A seatbelt that would strap her into a horrible roller-coaster ride of misery
You see, there is something wrong with this picture
Its missing something
Someone…
You?
Maybe everything that she needed was a frosty before third period on a March afternoon
Or maybe, an almond milk macchiato on finals week at Delos across the street
Or even an acquainted silence of tears while she spilled her heart on the dashboard of your car.
She needed a home
No not a bed to sleep in with complimentary breakfast
No!
A resting place
That’s laced with people who care to hear the response of how her day is,
Or how’s she’s doing in school
Or why is there scars on her…
Arms to be held in when she needs comfort.
Sometimes we’re the only savior that people see,
But what saviors are we when we’re preoccupied with our own self-indulgence of social media.
Temporary satisfactions from addictions ever going,
Distracting us from having true meaning in life.
We need to make a stand,
To withstand this generational curse.
Of carelessness of peoples pain,
But first, let me update my status.
Categories:
toleration, deep, high school, internet,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Who can live without a woman?
Who can live without ambition?
She is the source of all inspiration.
She is the sweetest of all creation.
She gives without any hesitation.
She fills the world with jubilation.
And injects our lives with sensation
She raises men and builds a nation.
She seeks no reward or compensation.
She preaches patience and toleration.
And cares with so much consideration.
We look up to her with all admiration.
The greater she is, the greater the nation!
8/3/2014
Categories:
toleration, women,
Form:
Romanticism
Prejudice within a heart
Colors all the world in hues
Of melancholy and haunting
Darkness in clouds of mourning
Laughter stilled by a bigot’s zeal
Racism within the soul
Colors all the world in shadows
Of dread, despair, disgrace
All the feelings of disillusionment
Hope silenced by discrimination
Bias within the one who knows
Colors blind eyes to truth and light
Discourages the feelings of honesty
And weakens the prayers who need to believe
God is with us, always in control, filling the spirit
With tolerance, patience and acceptance
Love that lives within the heart who knows
Narrow-mindedness dissuades truth and good
Prejudice reminds us why we should always be
Filled with toleration for those who are different
And an honest agreement to bring acceptance to those
Who may have, once upon a time, experienced bias of the worst sort
Bias brought alive on the gloomy breath of doubt, despair and dread
Darkness that weakens the light’s beautiful tenderness!
Have faith and believe, with God
All things are possible
With God, racism will soon be forgotten!
Critical Race Theory Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Biaanco
June 23, 2021
Categories:
toleration, black african american, dark,
Form:
Free verse
I am searching your music
With torn flesh and jagged nails
Ripping stones from the earth
To find our root on the surface
Photosynthesizing some toleration
For the modified scream,
Your life flipping
From street to stage
I am looking for a beat to write
Dancing is too easy
Too coherent
Life is not like that anymore
What is left us beyond the jagged teeth of sound
Is what this music has become
This overwhleming hedonism
This great feeling
That we shall never amount to nothing more
Than this, a heart frantic
To become detach again
Without a chemical therapy of pain
Categories:
toleration, social,
Form:
Free verse
A World of Peace
by Bob Moore
You have not been, where I have been
you have not seen, what I have seen
man’s inhumanity to his fellow man
most would never understand
There is no front line to this war
any day it can come to your door
and cause you pain and misery
show things you thought you would never see
But through it all, we must endure
until the world is again secure
and we can go about our life
without the threat of fear and strife
We hope that that, will be the way
our grandchildren will live one day
in a world of peace and toleration
and acceptance from every nation
Categories:
toleration, love, peace,
Form:
Rhyme
Tell me why is it opinions
Differ Throughout all mankind?
Why is a general consensus
Never quite clearly defined?
Why do we need to put borders
To mark nationalities land?
If such a thing is important
Why is immigration not banned?
Why is it our politicians
Waffle each night on the news
That Britain is most democratic
Whilst simply ignoring our views?
Why does our Great British nation
Known as a sovereign state
Have it’s laws overruled by Strasbourg
Without any public debate?
Why is it that all our judges
Have opinions that to us seem lax?
Giving less of a sentence to villains
Than for failing to pay the poll tax
Why should we really consider
The ethnic minority view?
In the land they originally come from
I doubt they’d take notice of you
Why do we put up with do-gooders
Preaching to us of PC?
English is our national language
And England is supposed to be free
Why should we bother with travellers
Camping wherever they like?
If they camped in Buckingham Palace
They’d soon be told "Get on your bike"
What is all this human rights nonsense?
It’s a load of old self righteous crap
Law breakers locked in the slammer
And naughty kids given a slap
What’s so good about toleration?
Why are we so prissy and trite?
We should ignore other’s lands indignation
And "Pull the ladder up Jack I’m all right".
Categories:
toleration, political
Form:
Fundamentalists have misinterpreted the wise men,
Magnified them and blown up their faith in god,
Claim that the magi had an epiphany, heard from above,
In searching for, analysing and interpreting the nexus odd.
So what’s the real story of the wise men,
Because it’s they who had societal eyes,
They were listened to and very much respected,
By the many, the productive and the whys.
There was something going on, a wave, a tide,
To initiate socialisms feeling, equalising bride,
Which let the poor and the working citizen,
Be treated medically as they did not ever sin.
A rebel was born not through experience, but by birth,
To parents out with the marriage contract,
Whose bond was love with natural affection,
And who reared the child on such an astute fact.
The wise men understood Jesus beginnings,
Accepted their power to enable his work and carvings,
And balanced his parents sexual immorality,
By giving reputation, a promise for him to be god on high.
The magi, as Zoroastrians, believed in free will,
That actions are completely yours, not gods,
Not prompted, divine, suggested or derived,
But yours to enjoy or for you to suffer from your frauds.
So as wise men they advocated themselves,
As the finders of the messiah of the jews,
As his pronouncers and original validators,
As the hinters of his apparent short fuse.
I was always taught, right through childhood,
That god told the wise men where to go,
What stance to take about this needy child,
And how to interpret his parents certain know.
Zoroastrianism is the total explanation,
Of the people’s toleration of Jesus Christ,
And I posit that societal interpreters have secured,
Much sociology, which was by them allured.
Categories:
toleration, baby, celebration, christian, christmas,
Form:
Rhyme
Depression hits hard like a tsunami wave,
threatening my house, welcoming the grave.
Should I thrive on my daily medication,
or survive, unaided, gravitation?
Should I deny myself of natural lows,
because they're so intense, like violent fist blows?
Should I be an altered version of me,
one sedated, less complicated, carefree?
Is this an effective alleviation,
or is there a possible toleration?
Would pills create chemical fences
that weaken my natural defenses?
Can I still empathize if I don't feel pain?
What lasting effect will this have on my brain?
Should I forfeit assistance from an upward shelf,
to be my indifferent, bipolar self?
Should I let my known weakness sometimes reign,
or spare myself of avoidable pain?
Should I grieve joy's seasonal cessation,
as my heart freezes from sun deprivation?
Should I undulate to the beat of the moon,
eagerly awaiting its fullness' resume?
To medicate or not medicate? ---
the question of old, the question of late.
The question begs like dessert on a plate.
Is it devil's food or angel cake?
Categories:
toleration, addiction, depression, health, natural
Form:
Rhyme