Sympathizing Poems - Poems about Sympathizing

..."A spoonful of fantasy is often the best medicine for reality." - Poet Somedays I'm a pale apple wishing to be a tangerine. Fantasy focused fulfillment fondles contentment dreams. Enthrall me ......

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...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......

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...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......

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...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......

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...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......

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...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......

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...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......

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...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......

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...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......

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...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......

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...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......

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... 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......

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...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......

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...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! ......

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...(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......

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