Sympathetic Poems - Poems about Sympathetic

Dear heart, I know I let the world hurt you, I let them use you, I let them use you as a hotel I know it hurts, I know it breaks you I know now you can't be fixed by sympathetic words. I know now you feel insecure about people even knowing you, but I also know you feel happy...

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Seeking safe waters to harbor my thoughts, I found a confidant that calms my soul. Despite the deafening sound of silence, I heard your voice above the rigmarole. Supplying comfort and companionship, you move me by the depth of your concern. And acting like my guardian angel, you salvage kindled dreams before they burn. Having felt the agony of love lost, you understand the...

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Sweet sympathetic sleep, she will hold me while I weep. To no one else she speaks, in her arms I go weak. She whispers in my ear and tells me things I wish to hear. Temptation always lurks, and existing always hurts. When my final dawn breaks, when the pain leaves me awake, sweet sympathetic sleep will wait....

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Why should I be sympathetic apologetic life eats at you if you let it never forget it forget where you came sick of this mumble rap its hella lame so what can you proclaim displace why should I listen if you have no taste semidetached keep the lock on your mouth latched one to run when you're outmatched why should I bring my homie's when all...

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Some days are meant to be rainy Some days we need to hide Just to sort so many things We’re feeling deep inside Some days are meant to be rainy It’s on those days that I’ve cried Trying to understand the truth Feeling the world has lied Some days are meant...

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Two lovers requite one is lonesomeCalling of a loon in the darkest nightCannot ascend or descend without the loving water ...

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Poems sound lovely the sympathetic dances Delighted the read...

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Subsiding from the morning’s light, I can’t see the hopes of Tomorrow I am dealing with stress on a high level, but I’ll stay with you tonight And wrap you up with adorned glory and put out the fire of sorrow, Giving us (a heavy load of dread…)x2 I dropped dead (I dropped dead) Where’s my head!? Don't strangle me with your...

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Thoughts of remorse fill my heart with doubt about the path or situation I put myself in Jealousy peaks at its highest point from the dishonesty I hold within I get heartaches by thinking I can hide under a grin though my paranoia dosen't subside It thrives from my oringinal sin I vow not to do it again but when...

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They come from a country in Eastern Europe... dreaming of freedom, reviving their faint hope; I'm quickly learning to speak their language, to understand them and offer courage....

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We volley with sketchy returns each moment of empathy mirrored in cough or laugh, toothy smile or nod to prod hundreds of muscles in chase, scrambling for that elusive reciprocal that binds us in effort, a hiccup of reactive responses contrary to conscience or will to fill yawning mendacity while locking journeys in mutual discord behind the mask of ordinary compassion banishing inner calm....

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You, a glass tear - filled with black oil to stain, to rearrange each thought contained in your metal nib Scratch, scratch the pompous paper and tend to wounds afterwards The thoughts must come! Must flow! And yet you sit. Still. A night with no moon encased in clear horizons. Do you wait for me to taste you? Do you need a catalyst? Must I stain my...

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