Short Empath Poems
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When they finally become self-aware,
It will be too late to show how they do care.
But at the very least they still try to be there
For the empath who always lays their soul bare.
Time moves quickly as my heart runs freely through the darkness. As dawn approaches my feelings retreat like roaches so I may numb myself to the world and their confused emotions during long days.
Form:
whispered image
unseen by rest of family
directing child
fleeting image
reserved for child empath,
angel instructions
grandma says good-bye
child surrounded by love,
a whisper of thanks
Wish we would have helped you overcome it all somehow.
Wish you didn't have to go down that path.
Wish I made use of my intuition as an empath.
Wish we all didn't feel this way, at least not right now.
They say, be empathic
and show that you care;
I remind it goes both ways,
this street that we share.
I know I should walk
for a mile in your shoes,
but unless you wear 13s,
I may have to refuse.
souls of the wayward
we see sinking in darkness
as an empath we are moved
recognising needless suffering
we recall the Buddha had affirmed
does not the pendulum move to the left
that it may then later swing toward the right
29-April-2023
EMPATH
Solitude is needed
Upon this very day
Loud bass pounding beats
On the stereo does play
Sadness, anger
Depression and despair
Picking up from everyone
It’s blowing in the air.
Cleansing meditation
Protection circle drawn
Now under the covers
Sleeping until dawn
mystique imagined but fuzzy to even the empath
imagination on ready-alert, willing to expand herself
Rustic readiness, regaling reflection to relax
Remembering other moments of mystical murkiness
Ordinary becoming extraordinary before my eyes
Rising to the conclusion I do not know everything
They stayed away,
Cleared out,
Ran for their lives
His reputation walked in
Days prior to his arrival
Me being an empath, I was not afraid.
When he finally got there
It was only his mother and I
Waiting
He walked in and I knew
He was the one
He kept glaring at me
Knowing also….
Inside I’m an emerald empath
Now I can be myself at home
Teal reveals my polite laugh
Ready to red reveal if not alone
Onyx opinions kept close to chest
Violet dimensions personal preference
Every party is like a pop test
Rendezvous with raspberry reference
Thankful for small talk and concession
I wonder if I’m an empath.
I wonder if I’ve ascended.
I feel like wandering into a wall.
I wish my random mumblings-
Would translate to the screams that they are.
I am numb to my family’s calls.
Every time she says goodbye and goodnight…
I hope she is having a good night without me.
I feel in colors
Red yellow blue and grey
As you approach me I feel my color shifting
What was once yellow is now orange
Your melancholy disposition intrigues me
Weighing me down at the same time
As my color fades,
Yours slowly gets brighter
I am left rung out and damp
As you walk away smiling
idyllic fake smile, an empath death holds
a supine body twisted in the folds
lamenting memories seep through the pain
where incidental weakness falls like rain
ten fold the weeping willow tree's own bane
veneration seeps with crimson tinged night
as her aura blends with the fading light
july 15, 2019
"Oh the empath that you are
Reaching wounds and shooting stars
Traveling out of body realm,
Diving down, take the helm.
Lost at sea a million souls,
Reach to teach them,
Make them well,
Pull them up
and take them far,
Oh the empath that you are..."
(to be read in the voice of one who reads no more...)
as a blessed empath
thoughts come to her willingly
feelings overwhelm
he is sad today
opportunity is here
does she address it
she approaches him
as no one is a stranger
soul seeks out spirit
a day of helping
emotions overwhelm her
she replenishes
empathy rules
God has given her this gift
astral travel helps
As the honey bee is drawn to the flower
So too is a Narcissist drawn to an Empath
As the honey bee travels flower to flower
So too does the Narcissist run their list
As the honey bee survives by the flowers
So too does the Narcissist survive by their audience
Narcissists love exploiting others
Empaths naturally heal others
"Seventeen is the Lucky N
Love is veneration without constraint.
Incidental canvas mixing the paint.
Empath Aura, Lamenting Aurora.
Idyllic strength in Weakness blown restraint.
Seven wings lifted in your salvation.
Under pillow weeping willow- supine.
Ten Carnal winds, gusts through oblation-mine.
07/09/2019
Jude Fernando Herrick
( MrFernando )
She is a comic.
A comedienne.
You will not be able to stop laughing.
I am an empath.
I meet her and feel powerfully sad.
She has perfected the cover up.
Covering up her anguish with jokes.
Covering up her disappointment by uplifting others.
I have to get away, for her sorrow is too deep.
Being an empath, I recognize despair
When I hear it laugh.
I saw anguish and sorrow in this stranger’s eyes
I sensed a recent drowning or boat accident
my clairsentience whispered it had been her daughter
being an empath and psychic is disturbing sometimes
I did not reach for the woman sitting next to me
park benches are for distancing strangers
but when she reached for me, I enveloped her
and we sobbed together for a while
Loneliness that throbbed inside deep seams
At ten I felt sad and small, full of wrath
Supine I fall, lamenting childhood dreams
Under my weeping willows’ green aura
My idyllic sheltered cave of empath
With veneration, I’d smile if I could
Through the incidental grief of childhood
7-5-2019
17 is the lucky number contest "Shelter Me"
sponsor: Lu Loo
3rd Place
Looking into myself
I choose my mood wisely
Throwing off braggadocio mask.
Unique task requires empath woman
And a bit of warrior queen
Impulsive out-of-control loud mouth girl
Waiting in the shadows, hoping to be summoned.
I smile, knowing we will be baring our teeth
At each other before the task is complete.
She lets out a tiny primal scream.
Showing me she is ready.
Oh, lovely Goddess of the Zodiac
Cosmos created
Enhancing the heavens
Showing constellations the way to Nirvana
Oh, insightful Goddess of the Night Sky
Star world adventurer
Taming thundering horses
Enticing the heavens to commit mayhem
Oh, beloved Goddess of the Milky Way
Quintessential empath
Sharing dreams among earthlings
Executing ethereal magical mystical illusions of love
Touch me, that’s
all you have to do;
Caress me with words
that raise goosebumps that won’t fade;
I’ll devour each and every one;
Let go only when I say,
‘Enough; I have no coherent thought.’
Enjoy the slow whisper along your skin,
marvel at the flames in my voice;
Powerless against your match
ablaze, captive to your energy;
Touch me and whisper,
hypnotize me with your fire.
Caren
artist, cartoonist, empath, healer
daughter of an engaging outgoing salesman
lover of research, oddities, and imagination
who feels hopeful, optimism, and joy
who fears snakes in my hair, mouse chewing my toe, angry words
who would like to see world peace, enthusiasm and love
Resident of Kansas City, Kansas
Caren
Contest: Who Am I
Sponsor: L. Milton Hankins
Written 7-6-2021
soothsayer gave the woman a solemn smile
lucky rings around your wrists, you are lucky you know
they sat staring at each other for quite awhile
would you like to stay for the Halloween show?
oh yes, said the woman but is there a cost?
the soothsayer was willing to take a loss
this empathy would make a fine apprentice for her.
she felt as a natural healer, she might help her find a cure.