Pity Poems - Poems about Pity

The world got caught under her breath They could never hear her precious mumbling, only realized when she left One second she was there One second she was floating in timeless air In a wisp of whimsical space She would show her elegant face A polaroid of a perfect smile Commanding regretful tears and remembrance of all the distant years Her blood was...

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Beneath a callused skin of light the hunched and mustered clap a prayer between a leaking sight. It is the earth that mourns itself, whether baldly thrown or loamy laid the silent soil repaints its sullied shrouds far beyond any atoning sorrow, or cooling heart. It is none but a laboring pity to lay down the past as deep as a weeping sky allows or raise...

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I’m lying here In my broken bed That’s caving in Under my nothingness Waiting (not patiently) For my pregnant brain To quiet down Waiting for the Swishing sound Between my ears To finally cease Waiting for your light snoring To begin, so that mine Can take over Waiting in my broken bed That’s caving in Under my nothingness But I’m not alone You are there On your side Of the caved...

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Welcome to my peach pity party It’s my own fault it’s started Without music I so lavender love I find my pen more and piano not enough I have ambitions and I notice now That time is ticking winding down I’m sure to die poor and unknown I’m ok with that but dreams are blown Dreams of leaving earth better than it...

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He carries a wound that festers with smell, He fears within it, bad germs might dwell. Since losing his folks, he’s lost everything; Each morning, he wonders what life will bring. Each coin that he grasps, he holds with great care, For hunger and pain both watch him in fear. He eats little and soothes his pain with balm, His survival depends...

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I pity the refugee’s road of flight, the children of the shanty and the gun who on all humanity are a blight - who die or live unto be an orphan. I pity the meagre, the forgotten who a crisis of ravages endure, whose fate is that of the misbegotten and whose need...

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I’m tired of people slinging hash and calling it Haute Cuisine The Emperor naked behind the mirror where truth still reigns supreme Waiting for accolades pity more apt so they again can void Leaving their excrement out on display — only the rats to enjoy (The New Room: March, 2024) ...

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Do tell, when seen, the sight of answers The ones that are sought deep within. Away now, dig graves deeper Unearth the bones, the memories of pain therein. Make use of scraps and stains placed in heart The ones they chose not to see. The ones that were once torn pieces apart The ones that were shunned e’er so lightly. Then write...

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Seven beams of unveiled light Enters the breast caged by bone The Spirit’s pity of might Her seven fingers now known Softens skin and hearts of stone Rainbow of hope from heaven Mani’s scriptures of seven ...

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Hungry cricketers score more runs and take more wickets, Hungry Doctors tend to make new medical breakthroughs' Hungry children produce less waste, Hungry people are more likely to come in out of the cold and join the fold, Hungry worms make for better soil. A hunger for friends as children mostly produces smart adults, A hunger for bread forces more to...

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Like a dog With a sandpaper throat A cough like a bark And the mood of a scrote Just tossing and turning With no comfortable spot A nose like a tap Simply dripping with snot I sweat like a pig Whatever that means And I fart like I live On a diet of beans I don't mean to be crude But I don't really care Keep your sympathy close With...

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Have you never shared the seductive charms of a cool spring night under moons full glare Folded in the warmth of a lover’s arms basking in fire light as bold passions flare Or felt the coolness of newly turned soil, had the smell of fresh mown hay in your nose Felt your imagination start to boil; when feeling...

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There's empty space sometimes Pressing refresh to see if there's a message Looking at the person occupying the same house but a million miles away I'm not sure how I cross the space I try but I feel uninvited I'll consider whether that is just my innate position - feeling uninvited - You know it is. Was. Is still there. 'Maybe I'm not wanted'...

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Part of me says stay small, part go big Part says eat your fill, part don’t pig Kenko says: long life brings many shames I say the gray sky brings winter, no blame The impassable mountains we revere Moderate the force of wind and water Get the cement truck into the refrigerator We shall honor all of life sooner or later Anything can...

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There is always the earth making its treats The splendour that rises spreading all around The wind plays with the light and I hear the birds The small rivulet adjoins the ready river Today I began anew I drink my nectars blazing over with awe it is 4AM where the devils and angels jockey each other for Ascendancy I pity them Hexagonal snowflakes pour over me I am in a quandary I...

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