#compassion poems on Hello Poetry

Et cetera May 2014

Carefully, she placed each brick
Built the walls, fixed the gates
Locked the latch, hid the keys.

Nervously, she touched her heart
She put the keys, where they belonged
To tear her walls, you need her heart.

In her heart, below the trust
Beside her love, lies the key
You get the key, you get the rest.

Find the key, pick the latch
Open the gates, tear the walls
And destroy the carefully placed bricks.

~Moniba.

#love #trust #fear #heart #belonging #compassion #hidden #keys

Craig Harrison May 2014

As we age

As I age I struggle to keep my eyes open
From not having a bed time to wishing I could keep to one
From school to work nothing changed
still told what to do just like I was and will always be
Teachers became my bosses and they will become my carers
I'm yet to hit my mid life crisis but I am already questioning my life
Did I make the right choices
did I meet the right people
did I buy the right things
Could I have done more
Fight for what is right, change the world
A powerful mind but with out the powerful job
a leader without anything or anyone to lead
a thinker without anyone to teach
a creator without anything to create
a lover without anyone to love

The world is not your oyster it's your baby
your purpose for life, the thing that makes it worth living
teaching you new things all the time
So beautiful from the moment of birth and only getting better looking with time
Covered with germs that try to attack it and make it weak
but continuing to survive, fighting back with its immune system
needs your protection from people that mean it harm
so you see the world is your baby, your purpose in life

As we age we re-evaluate everything
our decisions our choices
and at the moment of death we can see what those choices and decisions created
As we age we question

With age we are reborn
A new voice to talk with
new eyes to see things
new ears to hear
all new senses are created when we age, when we question and think

We ask ourselves
Did I make the right choices
did I meet the right people
did I buy the right things
Could I have done more
Fight for what is right, change the world

With age we realise that we are and have
A powerful mind but with out the powerful job
a leader without anything or anyone to lead
a thinker without anyone to teach
a creator without anything to create
a lover without anyone to love

It's not to late, it's never to late
Your powerful mind can change this world
your leadership can lead an army of like minded people
your ability to think can teach those that are not taught
your ability to create can create anything from an abbreviation to a work of art or even create heaven on Earth
your ability to love can save everything and everyone

So to say, a lover without anyone to love
look out your window
look down, look up, look straight out
There is a Universe full of life for you to love

As we age we question everything
we learn new things, see the world differently and hear people correctly
Be more than human
BE GOD

This went a way off target but I hope you liked it

Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed it, if you have any questions please ask them and I will try to answer them a.s.a.p.

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#love #friends #poem #poetry #life #god #thinking #human #memory #age #compassion #judge

Vivian Sin May 2014

Who I am , We are?

The world we live in is a Cruel, vicious place,
where the lowest in society is used as toys to the rich,
implements of torture is no longer used for punishment.
Now, for the pleasure and the merriment.
What good out of the agony and distress gives you satisfaction?
Ask yourself are you human ?
A human,would have beared compassion.
Not like those
But, i understand,
even if i don't,
That times have changed.
This is the modern society. Attitudes changed. People change!
We do what we have to do to adjust with amendments made.
Some say 'life was better back then'.
Was it?
The slavery, the long winter wars, the awful hierarchy.
How is it all better?
Maybe it was. Maybe it was not.
everything fits into place now.
Technology is our distraction from the world around us.
It's for the best'
How would i know?
Life clearly isn't a fairy-tale.
Maybe that is a good thing. Maybe... Not
What is Reality?

I was inspired by an street artist's paintings of what depicted society. Some of us have underestimated life and took what we had for granted. I am not going to tell you crap that people always do. Like, -Be grateful. Cause i don't think i can do anything about the way you think and the way you act. It's up to you. Not me YOU. Maybe the way you think is right. But What i think doesn't matter its you

Ngamau Boniface May 2014

Indignition

Looking into those blazing eyes
Some flickers of cool steady studying
Worse is the latter
Unwavering,for this course to hold
No shifting,fidgeting
Deriving a strange feeling of...pride?Excitement?
Depends
Compassion?Reconsideration?
Had they known better!
Pain is ultimate-humane
Looking into the growing spherical cumulations,
obscuring vision and then dripping.
Slowly.Burning.
Hey!With a bolt!
No way!
No way back
Brushing the dirt,
turning around,walking away.
It was worth.
Head up. Thumb up.

#worth #compassion

Anna Elguera May 2014

1/14/2014

If you have the opportunity to make someone's day better,
to cause even a split second smile in another being
take it
every chance you get
Not in hopes it'll be immediately reciprocated
but with certainty that the positivity you shared
will one day be released into the universe
like contagious compassion in the atmosphere.
Enough for everyone.

#positive #compassion

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Apr 2014

Hearts Will Scream

I see their brown complexions
With even brighter faces
That drive all day, stand guard all night,
and clean in between.
I am shattered glass,
scattered in the wind,
and thus torn up;
*A Million Pieces.

I see their kind and happy faces almost every day wherever I go. Kudos.

#compassion

Colette Williams Apr 2014

The Path to Nowhere

Poor pathetic girl
Thinks that she'll always fail
Thinks all her friends are not real
They are as good as enemies to her
The line between power and love
So perfectly blurred.
She sees evil in innocence,
Innocence in evil.
She does not know if she should hate or pity the devil.
Should she be kind or cruel to those who hurt her?
Do they have good or bad intentions - she can't decipher.
Well, she always has to be the best at whatever.
Always has to be charming, always has to be clever.
Putting herself under all of this pointless pressure.
Why can't she admit that she does need others?
Why can't she see that people do care?
Why has she been walking the path to nowhere?