Volunteers Poems - Poems about Volunteers

I was turning the bed, knife-deep in dirt when I felt it: that ache in the wrists from too much tending. And there she was again— not in the muscle, in the memory. Being her friend was like this: feeding a ghost with phantom limbs, never full, never proof enough. She wore collapse like a weather system borrowing against good nature, demanded every last bit of attention— prostration...

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When the sun rises and it is shining brightly on the entire earth. When Holy Spirit enters a holy person, stays permanently. When demons enter a dirty person , can be chased out easily. But some people can keeping demons for Secret aims & deals in their lives. Paul and Silas were In jail due to casting...

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sirens pierce the snowy air demanding - a sudden call to action vehicles fill the town hall lot uniforms cover regular clothes teams converge... fire truck emerges and leaves with rapidly assembled crew… neighbors doing what neighbors do...

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Volunteers out to save lives Civil Air Patrol...

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A world without volunteers, Will only produce tears, With the sum of all our fears, Seeing more chased by bears, Or constantly running up and down stairs, In the absence of volunteers, With few now living out their allotted years. A world without volunteers, Would bring no more world cups, Or exciting sporting match ups, With even Billionaires unable to pay for the cleans...

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V is for some very fine workers, who give of self in helping kids to learn; O is for outstanding effort in making sure their p's and q's are learned. L means love of learning, for solving problems, in giving students truth; U is for unselfish gift of great devotion, in making days a blessing, not a curse. N is for their need...

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Today some people came to help me stack wood At this cabin I live, with wood piled high. Restricted by an injury I have had. Yet, these people have had injuries too. Brain injuries in the past. Yet recovering and able to volunteer in this way. One man told me about the oil paintings he paints as everyone raved what a great...

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Those in life, who, for the unfortunate agonize God's volunteers are, ...

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Compassionate Volunteers Does not matter what day, month or even time of year Volunteers are always well deserved and are always here They help with the impoverished, food banks Babies and even with the elderly and the sick All volunteers really know they surely have been enthusiastically picked! For when seeing them they have real nice Eyes friendly smile and welcoming voice And importantly...

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Following acts of terror rapt within their spell volunteers move in concert kindness starts to swell. Amidst deeds so heartless passersby watch stars appear while cursing the darkness. Citizens forget themselves show community assist as first responders deal with tragedy. Amidst deeds so heartless ...

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Volunteers were summoned To bring water and supplies To the folks in darkened buildings Since Con Edison's* demise. With their backpacks fully loaded, They trudged up the pitch-black stairs, Lugging food and drink but even more - The fact that someone cares. For some people who were stranded, Sitting lonely, in the dark, Such a visit must have seemed to be A very welcome spark. Reaching...

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Volunteers, Share each and every year. They give their best. They are motivated individuals, Who have passed the test, Which covers nobility, generosity, sincerity, and pride. They lead us to the path of happiness and success, With their hearts opened wide. They guide the future to vast horizons, With unselfish guidance. Volunteers, The chief examples of patriotism, Of living the American way, Each and every day. wrote 4-29-10...

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A cold hard military signed up for a bloodbath marching two by two down the path to oblivion. Row by row with cargo in tow Their blackened hollowed eyes see their end. Hand in hand they meet their Gods and all their Devils they have their picks they have their shovels to dig their shallow graves just to realize an end at last they won't be saved....

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Poetry is much like a Great Photo,Capturing feelings and emotions of a single moment in time;then preserving it for future history books.Next generation learns. Hurricane Katrina gives a lesson.For the next generation of Americans. "TAKE CARE OF BUSINESS, A STITCH IN TIME SAVES NINE." Yet they live on as pictures in our minds of a moment of time,emotions...

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Flowers are blooming on the volunteers’ desk: Roses, carnations, a spring bouquet, Dish gardens and gold mums (a more masculine look, The florist said). Blooming like a garden Of well-wishes and sentiment, Blooming here in the hospital lobby (Well, after all, it is spring). Each vase or container bears a card. What is its destination? The new mother in Maternity? “Oh, how pretty,” as she nurses...

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