Poems About: SYMPATHY

In this page, poems on / about “sympathy” are listed.

  • 133.
    The Sad Shepherd's Passion of Love

    O Gentle Love, ungentle for thy deed,
    Thou makest my heart
    A bloody mark
    With piercing shot to bleed. read more »

    George Peele
  • 134.
    The Black Berry—wears a Thorn in his side

    The Black Berry—wears a Thorn in his side—
    But no Man heard Him cry—
    He offers His Berry, just the same
    To Partridge—and to Boy— read more »

    Emily Dickinson
  • 135.
    A peaceful united world

    Drops of blood scattered everywhere
    When would we be liberated from this nightmare?
    If you have sympathy and you do care
    Then pray for peace and put in your share read more »

    Kavitha Krishnamurthy
  • 136.
    is this sympathy?

    The drums were beaten
    And the food that was cooked
    Could not be eaten
    Why? read more »

    Elorm Dogbo
  • 137.
    Riot On Brain Cell Block 3

    The emotions were running wild that night
    Overpowering the guards and taking over
    Threatening to end the serenity of life
    Flooding the world with anger, hatred, tears read more »

    Harry J. Couchon Jr
  • 138.
    Who Am I?

    Do you see the real me?
    I don't think anyone can,
    and I've been striving
    to speak up. read more »

    Felicity Slaughter
  • 139.
    Curator

    My life’s a museum of memories buried
    in a mausoleum to matrimony kept
    scrupulously clean – there is no distinction
    between exhibits and things living read more »

    Ivan Donn Carswell
  • 140.
    Laying on of Hands

    Each fingertip drawn across my flesh
    Each point of contact
    Finds tiny silk threads looping in and out of my every pore
    Mingling along the meandering pathways in his palm read more »

    Alizon Kiel
  • 141.
    'This Morning Bird'

    This morning bird likes to sing
    She likes to hear the morning bells ring

    This morning bell is nice and clear to me read more »

    Va Rockeya Foy
  • 142.
    Rise and fall

    My demise was written before I came to life.

    Starring down death I
    Reach for the light. read more »

    Beethovens laguerre
  • 143.
    And

    My happiness depends on your love
    Dreams and goals would not have a meaning,
    If by you I was not found
    When I stumble, you let me fall read more »

    Mitta Xinindlu
  • 144.
    the boy born blind

    how do you
    explain to him
    what he is missing, read more »

    samyak jain
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