Poems About: SYMPATHY

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

  • 349.
    I WILL NEED

    I will need some snow so that the kids in my area can play hockey
    The snow will put a little cheer in the kids' lives
    I will need a little break from my computer, for the holidays
    - and that suits me fine! read more »

    Aldo Kraas
  • 350.
    Phobia

    Walking on the same path
    Still yet to know where to go
    And my hands are wet and cold
    Trembling and terrified by the end read more »

    Alexander Foald
  • 351.
    Stigma Enigma

    What's in it for me?
    You don't have my sympathy.
    I don't hear your crying plea.
    You're just another anomaly. read more »

    Debora Soramaki
  • 352.
    Dont talk about my mom

    Dont talk about her
    Dont talk about my mom
    Dont talk about something you dont know
    Just go and leave me alone read more »

    Nouri Queen
  • 353.
    Sounding Borewell Signals

    Good morning
    On bicycles and 'bikes run
    With kudams and buckets
    On first-chore-water-hunting read more »

    Indira Renganathan
  • 354.
    another venue

    with other confines....stabilities...ornamentation....
    a place of grassland sleep...
    a whisper not
    of that roped and tied and trampled read more »

    delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........
  • 355.
    how does on touch really and where?

    empathy does not have hands.
    neither does sympathy
    have lips. read more »

    RIC S. BASTASA
  • 356.
    Thy I woo for thee

    read more »

    Jennifer Helton
  • 357.
    Broken Heart

    Wasted My Time All On You
    Making Me Feel Really Blue
    Realising That You Hurt Me
    Just So Everyone Can See read more »

    Georgina Ashton
  • 358.
    Enno

    The syllables of spasms and the sympathy of wisdom,
    And for all that looks beautiful!
    Oh the wonder of love is so big to catch,
    And to devoid the usual ubiquitous act. read more »

    Edward Kofi Louis
  • 359.
    Untitled 4

    Struggle to evade misery, hoplessness pervades history,
    Years disbursed pursuing ruins devised of bursts,
    Perched, back against wall, no sympathy for me at all,
    gazing down the custom barrel, extensively fulfilled the peril, read more »

    Forrest Garside
  • 360.
    Little Stone

    Poor little stone
    sat there so alone
    No-one listens to your pain
    They dont care that you're stuck out in the rain read more »

    Rachel BaByBeAr Anderson
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