Sympathizing Poems - Poems about Sympathizing

...I came from a generation of laughter, while night faded the flames freeing the moon from its silence, flowing with dreams, dewlike hopes, singing in tenor, voices rising from the ashes of a mom......Read the rest...

...While we were sleeping America became communist. Of course they don’t call it that now, And it isn’t ALL communist, But at least 51% is all you need To get your way in a democracy. How did it......Read the rest...

...Nostalgic of my Mom’s death… … almost two decades ago… then of my Dad’s demise--- --- in 2019--- here am I gripped with blest serenity knowing that they both are with the Creator by vir......Read the rest...

...The programs for them wondrously keen, BBC celebrates more than Queen Nice expression they don’t look twice at For their Main News and adored broadcasts; At such times A Most Unwelcome Gnat; The......Read the rest...

...All the men in the upper deck Are after my fragile neck; For every step of mine, the longest check; Looking for plans of mine to wreck… God! Did I their wives’ cheeks peck? These guys could my......Read the rest...

...Let me repeatedly unite my two hands For the feat like feet on wet sands, I can infect with euphoria my band For the just seen, all-too-grand! You yourself twang your lead guitar strings Making......Read the rest...

...I am thankful for the sympathizing tear Spontaneously running down my cheek Shed for those who daily live with fear, I am thankful for the sympathizing tear Flowing from a saddened heart since......Read the rest...

...I cannot tolerate those who are intolerant, I cannot stand those who take a stand against unknown others unlike themselves, much less than we are truly health and safety seekers multicultu......Read the rest...

...WHERE DO WE POETS GO Where do we poets go, breathing last? Emotive beauty of poetic persona floats with cosmic flow blinking, twinkling with sparkling st......Read the rest...

...I vividly remember my childhood days, we had a small garden, in which we grew flowering plants, butterflies would sit on them. Moment I woke up, I would run to them, to see how man......Read the rest...

... His hands hold my thoughts Words sigh across my skin Tingling and twisting kindly Soothing all that is within ~ His kiss touches my spirit Sparkling truth through my Joyful intim......Read the rest...

...I vividly remember my childhood days, we had a small garden, in which we grew marsh mallow, butterflies would sit on them. Moment I woke up, I would run to them, to see how many flowers had bl......Read the rest...

...THE VICTORY OF HUMANKIND! Heights great achieved progress abound, To the skies’ stretch, to the oceans’ depth; Not a speck undiscovered, conquered all Of the unending expansive cosmos vast! ......Read the rest...

...(a poem by Aare Tunde Dawood-Akerele) Sympathizing with every motherless child. The Pain of Motherlessness Is far beyond measure Especially for a green mind. Begins from the shock of an......Read the rest...

...Although I really do love my job, Love to lounge around with don't disturb on my door knob, More often than not I'd love to play hooky, Ornately drinking tea and eating oatmeal raisin cookies, Sy......Read the rest...