Kind Poems - Poems about Kind

~ motto a ~ {a} always {b} be {G} gentle ~ motto b ...

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I want the kind of love that young children can't stand the kind that remind old people of their young loves the kind where we spend hours on the phone talking about nothing. the kind built on trust and security, the kind where we really just enjoy each other's company. the kind that they write novels about. the kind that are...

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It made me so sad when you told me that you cut your wrists. And it was made so much worse when you rolled your sleeves down and showed me both of them. "Sorry to change the subject, but I have to ask: what do you want to be when you grow up?" "Once I’m out of this place," you gesticulate around the hollow halls of the hospital. "Once I’m out...

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The weatherman says it will be 85 But it now feels like 72. So what should I wear? Out the window I glance, Thinking people will give me a clue. Yet from what I can see, it’s a very mixed bag – There are t-shirts and sandals and shorts, Though I also see long-sleeves and jackets and jeans, Which all go with...

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Well-moulded into handsomeness by God, Behold in me a true and noble man. None meets my aura without feeling awed; Even my foes admire me as a fan. Come close—meet a man with a tender heart, My sweet smile enough to make your heart move. I smell good, walk with grace, and dress with art; I am gentle—peace-loving like a dove. I'm good...

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Familiar faces Passers by A Friendly quick hello That stranger who you always see But never really know. Never knowing about their Day What they're thinking feelings deep inside Be a light, that might brighten A person's clouded mind Sometimes smiling Is someone hiding Somebody's disguise Not always do we see the signs, so please Always be kind...

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Oh the things on angel wings My Father has bestowed. Provision, healing and grace, But another made me glow. I could not see a way to glee To experience joy again. But, by God, the unexpected Was poured in abundance on me. Such serendipity, oh the gift so free For my soul was crushed with sadness. The miracle God gave to me, Was a pristine...

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"A single rose can be my garden... a single friend, my world." - Leo Buscaglia I need not many friends in this my life~ A few will suffice, if they do wonders, As caring and kind as a loyal wife, Their presence resounds like distant thunders. More beauty is found in a single rose Than in weeds that overrun a garden. Their...

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Ariana Grande had many teenage fans girls went to her concerts, in different lands Then a bomb went off in Manchester killed 22 Revenge, ideology, a toxic stew Girls liked to sing along with Taylor Swift But in the alienated mind there was a rift He stabbed little girls at a Swiftie themed class Three of them died, there's a question we...

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Why? Why do you shine like that? How are you up there— so perfect, so bright? While I scream, while I scream, and all I do is fade— I can barely breathe, I can barely stand the weight of this. Each star has its own pattern, its own radiant glow, because every light is different, every star has its own story to show. Some stars are born...

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Sir Spoonsalot was a bit of a snot His breath was stinky, smelled like rot We were shocked when he began dating Lady Chatterbox He loved her a bunch, they both had a crow and a fox. But what about Sir Gigglefritz? My cousin Vi asked me. I heard that this weirdo was at Lady Hopsincrotch’s afternoon tea. This was news...

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one star is unlike any other star a cosmic snowflake by any other name the universe playing the maestro from afar assigns numeric labels - their claim to fame a glowing ball of unprecedented energy each star in motion on an unparalled journey AP: Honorable Mention 2025 Submitted on March 30, 2025 for contest EACH STAR HAS A PATTERN sponsored by MYSTIC...

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Why must we look around and compare ourselves to others? Why must we need our lives to be oh so perfect when there’s no such thing? I’m trying to figure out why good things happen to bad people and bad things happen to good people Life isn’t always kind Some days will come with sunshines and some will...

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He is kind of a gangster, our daughter told the family We were set up to wonder about her man, Lee He was not an angel, but he had brilliant dreams Wanted to head to California with oceans, not streams They were in a lowbrow motel, not a great place to meet He used terms like “baby” and “darling”, wasn’t...

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The same kind of nights we see the same times a year. People play people, break their hearts then blame the moon and stars, not the beer and the bars, for all the tears. Down the road, round the back. Wake up without recount for who or what was just unluckily near. Bruises take a while...

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