Humanitarian Poems - Poems about Humanitarian

This horrendous Cambodian war-time story, Ends with Cambodian glory, Journalists forged a strong friendship within hard cruel times, It is one of the best movies ever and all so true, These two men Sydney Schanberg and Dith Pran In the face of horrific adversity Face death, threats, imprisonment, catastrophe, Yet together, help and document about a hovering Communist strategy. The Vietnam war at...

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The tree sheds tears when It's leaves are shed in the glen It feels a piece of it is ripped apart When the fruits rot and fall from it like a dart It feels pained when the beautiful flowers wilt But it feels pushed to the hilt When mankind , to who it has given its heart and soul Cuts its...

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Noshing time for but a moment muzzled to bring vaccinations up to date Far from a ceasefire this is but a pause without relief for the pending prey it is palpable The paws that pace the hackles that raise the eyes that are laser fixed that a purpose bred purpose trained war dog lays in wait ...

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Remember America’s humanitarian aid to Germany’s Nazis and Japan’s Kamikazes during daring WW2 raids Funny, I don’t remember it either… But I know...

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This picture is of the Columbine flower by John Denver. (He was dead long before the shootings at Columbine.) In my life, I was so blessed to meet you. You cherished all people, nature, and I think God designed His glorious sky just for you, too! Besides your music, I know you cared about all the hungry folks on...

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I only worship at my own altar I do not even go to nightclubs I do not even know the Kaaba Or kneel for a word of prayer Not even a chant in the stadium I do not even like talking to others When I do It always comes back to me, Karma I feel stressed...

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humanitarian poetry, outdoor lighting dreamed freedom......

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Christmas ...besides gifts could we offer hope, future its not so hard, tempt......

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When your ambition didn’t tally with mine, we had to learn to steer a common course. Our earlier dreams withered on the vine Our individual pasts were our source. In the interest of our joint future we had to learn to steer a common course. If at different rates we would mature, then allowances we...

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Humanity. Loving, unconditionally. Caring, helping, forgiving. Making the world better. Humanitarian....

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Beth a culinarian Married Bob an equestrian Their lives took different courses Bob was Jewish, Beth Unitarian 23 March 2020 Let The Pens Flow-Jueju Poetry Contest Sponsored by-Jenish Somadas...

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He Had Been A Humanitarian Had been a natural born humanitarian; Never ate meat and was a vegetarian; What a wonder; Spell are under; A great and gorgeous good Samaritan. Jim Horn You can make any comments that you want to and so desire. Does this sound like you?...

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When Red Cross Was A Humanitarian Organisation When Red Cross Was A Humanitarian Organisation Her father was so visionary Her children were so caring Her services were so sharing Her voice was so mandatory When Red Cross Was A Humanitarian Organisation Her mission was to alleviate human suffering Her vision was to maintain peace Her motto was to care for the vulnerable...

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Dear Humanitarian Poet, Do not weave your fabric of myth or speak to us in grand verse telling of the song of the spheres or the days before this dark time Pen down to erase the darkness Let the ink of your pen Wipes out our tears and pain help us see the real place of light hear the clear...

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The last incentive, souls be found in large, monopolizing's wait wrong's closeness, jeopardizing sound and even breath ways lose relate. That joint remorse, my neighbor's frowned to but cause worry, replicate my higher level, hope's astound is bartered down to captivate. The slavery of unholy bound does figure out its own remorse, tries chastity with futile ground its smallness building ~ decimates. The nothingness content to scowl and...

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