Empathic Poems | Examples

PeaceFull MusEcology

Radically erroneous monotheists
have mistakenly substituted
our co-infested
co-operative
co-invested
co-empathic pantheistic HolySpirit's
naturally healthy 
resonant EarthTribal bodhisattva powers 
of polyculturing communion love and peace

for messianically monoculturing luster
and loneliness

unnaturally unhealthy
irreligiously irritating dissonance

degeneratively devilish
and idolatrous
and disrapturously ecocidal

false-god demonic
anthro-supremacist power

Struggling to survive
against Othered 
fundamentally erroneous monotheists.

You Are

… my moon in darkest night,
my fiery flame in candlelight
Comforting in the evening twilight
sharing dreamy days that might
bring us into future bright

… my empathic soulmate through tears
my defense against foul fears
Weathering good and bad years
following wherever Fate’s path steers
rejoicing in sweet starry spheres

… my best friend it’s true
my love for you grew
Meeting you once, I knew
loving came easy with you
now always together we two

Mind Of The Heart

“feeling not thinking, soul with love linking ~       
we attained God consciousness unblinking”


In the awareness anchorage of the mundane mind, 
detached from the ephemeral principled roots
by the dislodging drive of sequential dreary desires,
untamed instincts envelope the psychic realm.

As the needle of perception compass breaks down,
the vortex of emotions drags the reflective mind
into the transitory tide of the entrancing times,
the inner voice of conscience echoes unheard.

The embodiment of unique sensual existence, 
life is the construct of esoteric sublime elements, 
suffused supremely with heavenly essence of love
within the benevolent sanctum of the harmonic heart. 

Beneath the serene surface of fond feelings,
the benign mind transitorily builds sensory images 
on the fleeting screen of empathic mindfulness
that persists untransformed to portray affable emotion. 

Under the multi-layered receptive stratum of awareness,
soul resides at the inner meditative depth of feeling,
where godly consciousness is the light of eternal truth,
reflecting enduringly the aura of bliss with divine glow.

The Golden Road of Kindness

Out of a dusty, destitute, monochrome world,
kindness is a technicolor yellow brick road.
Its pavement winds through perilous forests and fields,
leading to a glittering promise of hope and home.

Making the lengthy journey
requires kindness to others,
and being able to truly be kind
requires certain crucial components.
Kindness needs a heart for compassion,
without which no kind acts would happen.
Kindness needs a brain with empathic wisdom
for knowing how to meet needs of another.
Kindness needs courage for the hazardous times
when being kind is risky, even dangerous.

We need not always walk the path alone.
We meet companions along our journey.
With your heart and brain and courage,
will you walk that golden path with us?


(See also my poems “A Kindness Creed,” “Quantum Acts of Kindness,” and “Get Well Card to Kindness.”)

My Truths

                        Falling down to my splintering knees,
            Heaven or Hell, the stone will be cast.
Like whiplash, the ground beneath me begins to crack open
As my truth is played out against an apocalyptic backdrop.
                        Sins weighed against my empathic  
                        compassion,
Caught in riptides of my darkness; will light save me?
Flames lick against my flesh as the vultures circle around.
      Pleading to the heavens, I swear my truths are sincere.
            I pushed back against those incessant inner 
           demons
                        As they flirted with the devil.
But my sanity assimilated, and I plunged down that pit.
            Sins took hold, infecting, infesting; the damage that 
            was already done.
      I plead for your unconditional mercy:
                        Don’t let the razor teeth tear me apart.

RICEPUBLIC

Tell them we are working hard
They will soon afford to buy rice
Show them our graphic evidence
Of rice pyramids. We are self-sufficient.

When they complain of hardship
Give them rice!

When there is rising unemployment
Add some more rice, I say
There's plenty of cassava too to eat.

If they plan to protest
And the workers want to strike
Pacify them with mudus of rice, right away
I know my people, they will shelve it.

All subsidies are gone forever
Taxes all around have come to stay
And when those rabble begin to grumble
Let the Custom open their stores
Of foreign rice to them. It tastes good!

My people are understanding 
I have instructed them to tighten their belts
But if they questioned my extravagance
Give them state-sponsored rice
Sold at a subsidized rate.
Let them know we are truly empathic.

Not our fault about climate change
God knows why! We inherited banditry 
Herders-farmers' clash, from our predecessors
But be assured when disaster strikes
Our response shall be swift
To distribute rice in camps of the IDPs!

Maria My Mental Health Councilor

Maria, your voice, a gentle guide,
In the darkest of hours, you're by my side.
With every word, a soothing balm,
You ease my storm, restore my calm.

Your kindness flows like a healing stream,
In your care, I dare to dream.
Compassionate heart, always near,
You listen close, you truly hear.

Through every struggle, every fight,
You bring me back into the light.
Empathy wrapped in warm embrace,
In your presence, I find my place.

One of a kind, you're heaven-sent,
Maria, my guide, my firmament.

SOOTHED BY DEFEAT

My opinion is an option
Their preferences a mandate
Our midpoint an ambiguity 
The victory tastes bitter
Only the failure feels better

I then call it an intriguing skin
They name it an awkward scene
The softer tissues on touch
An awful sensation in view
Hearing the rooster roaring 

We all deserve no contempt
By integral effort attainable 
For every purpose one intends
On the prowess one and all have
Leading all of us complacent 

Afterwards evolves serial concerns
The triumph is like a strong poison
What this conquest by me?
The defeat is a solid medicine
Why should I surrender?


I ultimately subdue their sensations 
As they intimately soothe my tissues
We share the devotion, not hostility 
We act empathic without negligence 
And the rooster keeps roaring

Ferry Beach Transformations

What did I take away
from summer camp?

Not COVID
this year,
nor the clap
of one hand ringing.

But, instead
a more resilient health
of authentic sacred wealth

TransFormative dance 
singing integrity's great 
synergetic 
bromance.

Polyphonic men
mind and body embracing
polypathic gods
re-imaging polytheistic goddesses
engaging all us in-between
communal transubstantiations.

My own spirited mind
and strong natured body
transition
has not been solely limited by Others'
lack of win/win imagination

But also,
perhaps primarily
and primally,
by my own 
win straight mind 
lose ***** body 
trauma story,
His-poled v Her-holed history

Mind blaming
and body shaming
Left hemisphere's lack
of co-passioned pleasuring 
Right-now transcendent 
peak co-empathic mystery

More resiliently inquiring--
What transformative longing
does bromance take away
from summer's sacred belonging 
mind and body camp?

NonViolent Musicians

When he speaks
transparently
he feels co-passionate
as long as s/he appears
to vulnerably listen

Without Me v We risks
of retributive judgment,
body shaming
and mind blaming,
when he aims
to restore healthy cultures
and wealthy climates of peace
through win/win reassessment

Which may be why
music feels safer to sing
resonantly
when compassionate audiences dance
engaging pleasure's peak resilience

Co-empathic brilliance
of CommonSensed communion rituals

Wealth-enlightened minds
empowering health-embodied love stories

NaturalRoot/SpiritualCrown 
wisdom recirculations
as old as
universal salvation
Anthro-passion cultures
unfolding/refolding
unitarian co-redemptive 
Earth-pleasured body climates,
wealthy mindful singing 
performance Now
within healthy bodies dancing
co-engagement Here

Receiving in 
light's notations
while thrusting out
power's most sacred 
invocations.

Dawning Sun Shape

Written: May 03, 2024

                  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I witnessed the dawn seraphic sapphire spike,
I marveled at the world's exquisiteness strike.
The colors shimmered in the first light glow,
Cleansed by nature's tears of the night flow.

The cracks and scratches of each passing day,
Rest below the morning mist, silky display.
Tattered torn edge of an aging landscape,
Blessed and healed by the kiss of dawn escape.

These scenes have opened my eyes before,
However, their insight remains in explore.
A truth, now revealed, from within my heart,
After haze, the sun's limber rays impart.

After sorting amid the dust life's sand,
An array of the exceptional grew at hand.
A solitary grain amid circular void space,
Never did I predict leaping ways in a trace.

I cast my heart aside into the ocean,
An indigo scope of a replica of devotion.
Brimming with tremendous vision,
A shimmering journey toward emotion.

I let out a sigh and gave in to its might,
The glowing streams of sacred insight.
Permeate me with an empathic fervor,
Gaze is off rays of a sempiternal usurper.

Ink is the Mistress

Her heart was 
                  whirling, 
       swirling,
                  twirling 
             inside the eye 
                    of a 
                whirlwind,
                    so I 
weaved words 
                   to calm her rage,
because, 
            like an empathic eagle,
a poet is a 
             storm chaser,
unafraid of 
             human hurricanes.

A wordsmith word weaves 
against windstorms,
decorating nebulous skies 
with rainbow bridges,
kissing the warm balmy 
neon glow of the sun,
softly soothing, 
                    vivid vexations 
         through 
intimate intrinsic artistry,
because, 
a cloudless day 
                   is a bandage wrapped...
Too tight.

Only a bard can 
                    affectionately alliterate 
the grip of grief,
                    as poetry can be the cure 
to calm tempested trauma. 

Ink is the mistress 
to butterfly sentiments.
I will not stop the moths 
from devouring you,
as long as they feed 
on toxic thoughts.
                         I have made a home on the moon,
               where stardust scribbles carry us to freedom.

pretend you do not know

autumn wood nymph threw flaming pixels into the sky
harvest moon smiled at her audacity, he likes a challenge
black forest is silent, wondering how long they will glow
October has begun, witches and warlocks are afoot
shh! Pretend you do not know, being mortal and all
you empathic receiver!

Unforgiveness

As the empathic moon pales of lustre of life,
and the downcast stars fall in the hour
of lamentation,
unforgiveness has its own realm of misery.
Our anger and resentment strickens our lives,
smothers our love, our joy.

Still absent from one another,
we grow grayer into white.
The evefall speaks of barren and
abandoned dreams,
of reunions that could of been,
of words unsaid that could of professed
a healing pardon.
The unforgiveness borne on a catafalque,
yet, not unburdened, and still unburied. ~

The Right Reflection

 There is great purpose and awesome potential within, however the image in a mirror can sometimes become distorted.
When God made you in his image, She made you fearfully and wonderfully which has been divinely reported.
How you see the image in the mirror can be a magnet that pulls you into your glorious destination.
The image you should see is full of love, beauty, compassion, and a complete absent of fear or degradation.

The past reflections may say you're not good enough, you're not strong or smart enough, keeping one in bondage, which is not the image of your absolute royal calling.
Pay no attention to nay sayers and negative connotations concerning your plans and dreams when goodness and mercy follow you, stay focused to avoid stumbling or falling.
See yourself as God sees you, empathic, caring, confidant, compassionate, loyal, and regal royalty you were created to be.
Know that you are preciously valuable and the magnificent forces in you are more powerful than dark principalities that hinder you from being free.

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