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Riz Mack Oct 2020
charming, isn't she
that spider you decided
to sit down beside

she'll love you to death
spin you a glorious web
and leave you for dead
or maybe eat you
Kymie Oct 2020
In a world where love is currency, be the philanthropist. Be the benefactor that everyone needs. Give away all of it. You can’t take it with you and there is no way that love can cause harm. There is no misuse or corruption possible. So give it away. Even if you never get any back, give it away. Because it’s better to die unloved, than to die having not loved. And maybe you can save someone from leaving this world feeling like they didn’t matter.

KAL - 10 OCT 2020
All my daily actions
Flow from seeds
Within my mind
And so I’ll start each tiny thought
With the purpose
To be kind

We all seek to prosper
In the ways
We are inclined
And though we act quite differently
We can love
And still be kind

Millions of these actions
When added
and combined
Help make our world a safer place
To open up
And be kind
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This is my second poem about kindness. The first one was Prosperity Poem 18. I want to do my part to spread kindness in the world at this controversial time.

YOU can make someone's day today. Small actions matter. We can have differences and still be kind.
Orakhal Oct 2020
Imagine you as dead as life can be
to a world cast in the living providence
of life's memorial

imagine the slow stone of wake
spin and split in its silent forever
oer your majestic body of ash and clay
faithful to the wild fire burn of suns melt
into the mould of soul

imagine the harness of all time being
bend its dream to angelic press and taste on the take of all
as the wave of perfect love birth with the fill of stillness
breaks the shadow of its own light

imagine the nakedness of child
spoken into its speak of never
and the only there is and always will
be comes
to no end be its last
to no last be its end
Ruheen Sep 2020
Why
Does living need to hurt?
I thought God was kind.
Were they all lies?
We might just be blind.

Oh wait,
I don't even believe
In him; it isn't real.

If it was, we would all
Be fine.

I pray.
I pray. Just don't know what I'm praying to. I don't think it's God.
Amanda Kay Burke Sep 2020
I met someone who restored faith in humanity
Only for a little while

Very kind
Polite

The kind of person idolized

While at the lowest point
My life
Reached down from a high point in his and helped me climb up a few notches
I think maybe I was only dreaming though because now I see you are on the same level as me and probably have been the whole time
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