Sympathy Devotion Poems

Children bring such  joy but must be minded,
bus staff never let them be blind sided,
at end of shift  do a careful  sweep,
in...

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Elusive pursuit endeavoring to craft a great poem

I (analogous to a rolling stone)
confess, no deliberate intent, yet often wonder
what spurs me to nudge, goad, coax,...

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For Z. Blessings and condolences to you and your family. May your Grandad rest in peace.

Dear Grandad 
By Michelle Morris
23/06/2023

Dear Grandad,

We miss you
We love you
May...

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Creep, oh centipede! 
    A malady to my cornea. 
Like kernels a decoy
    In my Eden realm. 
I'm infuriate...

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The four-instrument orchestra
plays oldies and my favorite aria,
the listeners of different ages watch Debby,
the lovely violinist, who earns their instant sympathy;
they applaud and donate quarters...

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In a frail rectangle,
Dark and sweet,
A man found his sorrow,
Fire beneath his feet,
Cross the delicate line,
between Heaven and Hell,
Smirk the sins of his past,
Life was...

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I can offer you help, support, tips and advice

Confide in me, I will guide you toward the light

Where you find yourself right now, that's where...

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Azure blue skies weep in rent glacial torrents,
iridescent earth sun trap poised  to garner sympathy,
dark red cloud’s indignant float might yet rumble,
toxic deluge drenches...

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In every effigy there is infamy...
I conceive every domain.
That is my immortal doctrine...
 I see into the shadowy corners of its facade...
  Feel its faded power...

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I am the gentlest and kindest guy
anyone has ever met,
lose my trust and you'll lose everything...
missing out on a lot;
I hate cheaters and liars 
who...

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…is a cat not the totem of love

your physical contact generates feelings
were the neurons release 
the feeling for good vibes
peace, harmony 

by stroking soft gentle...

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Old bones of my last feast 
lost and sold to the dust of ages 
collect in cryptic skulls 
of entities that sit and pray 
worship...

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Hands

We give the gift of our past, 
to our children, 
in prayers for their future. 
We talk about all the pluses 
and measured advantages, 
they...

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December 14, 1965           

"Mr. Samuel Cooke. Sam Cooke??
You been in that casket for three days..
You...

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This improvisation seems weird,
it's a continuous frustration
controlling your fickle decision;
every supplication goes unheard.

The attempt to put aside pity
clearly reveals the cruel side 
you won't suppress...

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