Compassion Poems - Poems about Compassion

Quote --The ugly girl cries in front of the mirror, She does not want to adorn herself as no one cares, Till her blind lover tells her how beautiful she looks, She hugs him, kisses him and finds her beauty in him. -- unknown An old sweater, stitched long ago by my wife’s loving hands, might...

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Though it is not in our power to make sorrow no sorrow, yet it is in our power to take it... He may have been tough on the outside, judged by what he looked like, But deep down he was gold-hearted and went beyond lending a helping hand. Their stirring moments still and small, speak loudest when pride would rather see...

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With the loss of my son, many people have shown me true compassion. It has even changed the way I view compassion. This is how the wonderful people in my life have shown me compassion: Ceasing judgement Offering hugs when appropriate Making sure needs are met Praise efforts to move forward Accept that grief is a lifelong process Speak...

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She kept walking—until emotions burst. Weeping, she cried out in a public space, Where no one cared enough to stop or see The woman breaking at the corner of the road. In her sobs, a memory returned: A voice, a message— New beginnings, And a man who stood like a torch of light In the dim glow of night. But greed mocked her, And laughter...

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But not the interminably hopeless daddy longlegs some say cellar spiders also know as the cranefly lurking amidst the shower curtain then flapping wildly all around my hat just not first thing on a Monday morning when stark staring and uncoffeed thus it must be duly despatched with an implement humanely and meanwhile the water's spraying in all directions Later on leaving my nosy neighbour...

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Leadership once stood so tall, But lost her spine along the hall. No knocks, no words, just silent calls— She wiped away the names on walls. Silence sits—a secret scribe, Whispers soft, commands prescribe. No voice to speak, no hand to shake, Just shadows where the echoes break. Respect once tried to find her place, But Ego barred her from the space. He strode in...

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**A Bird in the Hand** From my childhood, I cherish the sweet memory of holding a sparrow in my hands. Its heart raced wildly, igniting my curiosity. Gazing into its small, beady eyes, I couldn't help but smile as it chirped and whined, pleading for freedom. Yet, in its desperation, it bit down on my thumb,...

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Within the circle’s quiet pulse lies a deeper truth: when we shape our ways by kindness, trust takes root. The classroom holds a sacred space, where hearts find hope, and fears erase. Not just a room with desk and board, But a haven where the soul is restored. A whisper heard, a glance that sees— Each moment sown like sacred seeds. Mistakes aren’t...

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Walls soft as the sky, Seeds of courage gently sown— Mistakes are doorways, Voices bloom in laughter's light, Hearts grow wide, brave, and curious. ...

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Isaiah 49:10 - “Shout for joy, you heavens; rejoice, you earth; burst into song, you mountains! For the Lord comforts his people and will have compassion on his afflicted ones.” **************************************************************** ...

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I'll never forget the love You've shown To my family, friends, and I You are a God of great love and compassion The deepest love one could not deny I shall stay and wait upon You Lord Sing Your praises all day long Lord I am not worthy of Your love With Your love I can't go wrong...

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Some individuals wage wars within themselves, battles they rarely vocalize. Not from a desire to conceal, but from a profound understanding of silent resilience. They appear composed, manage their daily lives, tackle responsibilities, and extend care to others—all while wrestling with a deep, internal exhaustion. This weariness stems from an endless cycle of being the strong...

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Proverbs 18:12 “Before destruction the heart of man is haughty, and before honour is humility.” In the stillness of my senses, I hear a voice the voice – often distant, giving me its opinion when I look at the world and see, it is me that looks to be, the one I hear telling me to give into the...

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“Pray without ceasing; in everything give thanks; for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus.” 1 Thessalonians 5;17-18. The hands of compassion echo kindheartedness like Christ conveyed. To the Good Samaritan’s mind, cost discounted; duty outweighed. In disparate worlds without slurs the hands of compassion echo. It matters not where needs occur; they’re unique, unlike art deco. They are hands that go...

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Discipline is not the gash, it's the flame you agree to reside beside. It requires the band to be held taut tight, in an unrelenting challenge of will. It is not the strength of demands that keeps it switched on, but resilience in wake of striving. Having compassion for slips of self is not surrender nor judgmental. It's the little gives that firms the grip to tug in light of flame....

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