Givers Poems - Poems about Givers

From all walks of life, near and far, you lie on a gurney, your own sustenance flowing out of you, givers of the red. Quiet heroes take the iron supplements, so you can give again and again. for the injured, the soldiers, the mothers giving birth, those with cancer, who depend on your generosity. You repeat the feat because you're noble, whole blood, platelets. An honoring refrain- givers of the red, saluting...

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The takers never live They have no idea The only way to truly experience joyful life is to give The givers show them But the takers think they are suckers Laughing at them behind their backs and in front of their faces Calling them names like losers, liberals, suckers, dupes. Not understanding The only way to fully live is to give to others To give your time,...

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Convenience blooms like money, So the high and mighty brags, but A garden watered fresh, with Honey bees sanctuary, and Hands that's been there, done that Souls once bruised, but Cared for like rising stars, Comfort comes in any color No complication No cunning, Just simplicity of humming. Each root in fertility of truth Spring forth Chasing frowns Like compassion Simmering frazzled heart beat; Each palm of hands, a Warm zephyr touch Temples...

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givers and takers, in their zone form habit patterns, they each own the taker, going on grabbing whilst the giver, trauma bonding both deluded and thus forlorn 14-July-2021...

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All creatures in the world are born givers They’re sprinkled salts giving tastes on earth They generously offer services or in kinds Others give themselves for all mankind Among them, cheerful givers are easy to define. Cheerful givers render voluntary service from the heart Don’t expect rewards in return from the start Like trees in the fields with all comforts to offer Aren’t...

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Enabled by God, the Author and Exemplar of giving they exercise granting deeds of generous thriving… With sincere gratitude, we commend them midst bliss: foremost are parents showering unconditional love from hearts abyss… brother and sisters, great siblings for their support as well as cheering friends who show caring escort… teachers, mentors, counselors in their constant reaching-out ministering, imparting truth and wisdom...

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MORTAL GIVERS Who are we but mortals? That we should be so bold, So presumptuous, so arrogant As to leave the poor in the cold? Should we not think of sharing Especially the ones without, And always think of giving, With unquestionable doubt! Being an only child, Was encouraged to share, I was shown to be mild, And love god and wear, My love for him on my...

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They give you blood of their heart And water of their life to make you rise to might They shelter you with their shadows From the shower of dangerous snakes and arrows They stay awake all night when you are unwell Pray to God to make you well They make sure to give you meat While they eat leaves, and so they...

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For Regina McIntosh Givers Poetry Contest 21 September 2020 Give nothing i but to death my fleshy bone and skin to line my pointless coffin in Think of me as not a favorite dog or pet left at a kennel or in need of putting down And speak not word's of me but rather of my deeds and actions For i am merely just my parents...

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He touches me so gracefully, like a feather Floating past, toward the ground it glides Drifting with a breathe of Spring that flows Caressing the earth with moisture that works To bring the seeds to produce those flowers Inspirations of hope to color our world in Hues of soft golds, passionate crimson and Azure blues with some shimmering purples Melancholy that whispers truth...

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It is 2 pm on a hot and humid Sunday in June. I am cleaning walls and floors, cabinets and doors, and laying newly steamed rugs in a new place of one floor living more suitably down-sized from three floor struggling for my disabled son and aging me. My husband for the past twenty four years calls with Happy Father's Day! This, like an anniversary ritual, surprising reminder between us two Dads not...

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Givers and Takers For when I am a leaf upon the ground, As I often am. You will find me in a state of change. From the juicy reds and yellows To a blending shade of brown, to tan, to nothing. I will be soggy, soft, limp. Or a reactive crinkle under your feet Depending on...

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Life itself sometimes begins at the "End"? Life always has a beginning,and I am not certain about how "Life itself" will "End".Will you hold on to your "Life" that you have now to invigorate,and inspire the desire that the love gives so that you can live again,regardless of the condition that we sometimes find ourselves...

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Takers take Givers give The latter do Eternally live. Entry in "Epigram" contest, sponsored by Deborah Guenther Beachboard...

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Family of caregivers I know give charity of vicious mercy when one falls ill under care is helped to die quickly in joy on gaining back good health caregivers curse the ill fate that aided victim to live again But the very smart caregivers pray for long golden lifespan when illness is creeping on them or death is seen wagging its...

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