#compassionate
We all know what love is
We all felt it, saw it, expressed it
Love is ancient and everlasting
We have seen movies, drawings, and shows
Read books, poetry, and letters
All conveying and depicting the emotion
We have loved our families and friends
Loved even strangers who shared a passion
Causes and ideologies that we admired
Compassionate and care towards life
Loving even parts of our own selves
We can recognize all of love's forms
From its beauty to its bitterness
From birth to present
We continued to love
Yet the moment you entered my life
It was at that point of time
Did I truly understand
What love is
Sep 23, 2025
Sep 23, 2025 at 9:08 AM UTC
HAPPINESS!!,
BLISS!!,
now, Who
Wouldn't
want this???
a time of Compassion,
of Love, and
Tenderness,
THE BURNING FLAMES
OF LOVE,
A FEELING YOU
CAN'T RESIST!!!
A BEAUTIFUL
RELATIONSHIP!!!,
LOVE AND AFFECTION,
A GENUINE
PARTNERSHIP!!!
WRAP UP IN a
MARVELOUS CONNECTION!!!
This is something
that people wished
they had,
nowadays,
It's IRRELEVANT, and
that makes some
very sad, but
on the contrary, I think
LOVE IS STILL TRUE,
IF THE FIRE IS HOT,
THEN LET IT IGNITE
WITHIN YOU!!!!
So, Be with the one
that you
TRULY DESIRE!!!
As you venture
into the
LOVE OF
BURNING FLAMES OF FIRE!!!!!!
B.R.
Date: 8/11/2025
Aug 11, 2025
Aug 11, 2025 at 8:30 PM UTC
Walk of the wanton & the reckless,
Dark hallways down those overgrown aisles.
On either end of the political spectrum,
Where festers extremism.
Isles our youth sail to
Before dry the oceans.
Ideas which give way to ideologies
Which therein invite communities
People become entrenched and/or trapped in.
Ravines they claim valleys,
Molehills they pronounce mountains.
Conspiracy & alternate history,
Anti-democratic & superstitious beliefs.
Issues which have little to no attachment to reality,
Arguments repeated which perpetuate only apathy - discord.
Victims of a Maze of & of not
Of their own invention.
Minotaurs, as "monsters,"
Of & of not of their own creation.
These lost to the "Trails."
Fueled by ignorance,
But consumed by arrogance;
Burned in apathy -
Short-lived confusion.
Stay compassionate,
Remain patient.
Walking with Truth
Is to walk with Reason.
On these tenebrous paths,
The more the torches the more plentiful.
In that patience,
There is compassion.
In stands alone,
Where wisdom is the measure,
The odds are evened.
By only the grace that is the virtue of logic.
Be open:
Refrain from preconceptions,
Be willing to listen.
Let it not be a monologue, but a dialogue.
In that mused on symbolic
And in the literal.
Jul 28, 2025
Jul 28, 2025 at 12:45 PM UTC
Love is.........
affectionate,
compassionate,
nothing is no
better than it,
kindness,
fondness,
tenderness,
a beautiful feeling
that we can't resist,
Love is pure, and
does not come amiss,
a happy feeling of
a beautiful bliss,
a heartwarming
feeling that
genuinely exist,
within your mind,
within due time,
It will come
to surface, and
It will be just fine
Love is,
Love is,
LOVE IS,
to me..........
THIS IS WHAT LOVE IS.........
B.R.
Date: 7/14/2025
Jul 14, 2025
Jul 14, 2025 at 7:56 PM UTC
You have a Heart of Gold,
You have sympathy and it shows,
You are very kindhearted, and
Everybody knows.
You wear your heart in your sleeve
Everywhere you go,
You're Compassionate and Generous,
The Love you give is Plentious.
You inherit good value of quality and wealth,
You put your needs under everybody else,
You have many great qualities,
you have many great attributes and qualities untold,
You're head is in the right place
You have the Heart of Gold
B.R.
Date: 4/2/2025
Apr 2, 2025
Apr 2, 2025 at 10:55 PM UTC
Compassionate soul
Radiating unfiltered
Love toward all there is
Feb 15, 2025
Feb 15, 2025 at 4:04 PM UTC
If I have not wronged someone today I will not have told
Him that our ability to be able to forgive is what made us
the most compassionate beings alive to ever walked
The earth, like how our ability to forget also made us humans
If I knew someone that I like that keeps meeting disappointment
With every turn of events in life will it not be alright to cry a river
On his behalf, the moment such a thing happens and to comfort
Him with kind and loving words that could do amazing wonder
For his broken spirit by lifting it up and enabling it to be free
As free as the North wind that brings colder weather to Irving,
Or as free as the air that we breathe without paying any fee.
If not for circumstances beyond me I will have not done a thing
For wrong, for forgiveness, for compassion, for forgetting,
For disappointment, for events, for comfort, or for loving
Dec 22, 2021
Dec 22, 2021 at 3:56 PM UTC
In twilight slumber rested death
Mourning for the loss of yesterday
My heart opens widely
Within my chest echos faith once more
Truer still the call of my name
It resonates down to the bone
In somber marrow through blood and sweat
It pierces intimately a callous facade
Standing forth upon a blackened gate
I call one last time "are you there"
Empty sorrows beget empty pleas
Standing now in silhouette lines
Crossing past the fade of light
Darkness consuming an empty heart
I await..
She whispers back..
"yes, I am.. my darling.."
Aug 10, 2021
Aug 10, 2021 at 11:16 PM UTC
Who’s our leader?
The one who has the most money!
Are they compassionate?
I don’t know but they are rich!
Jun 27, 2020
Jun 27, 2020 at 6:41 PM UTC
Unless we tolerate,
We are not peaceful.
Unless we endure,
We are not patient.
Unless we let go,
We are not yet free.
Unless we trust,
We have no faith.
Unless we are compassionate,
We are not humane.
Unless we care,
We do not truly love.
Unless we love,
We have not actually lived.
Unless we understand,
We do not fully know.
© By Abdulmalik Jibril
Jan 10, 2020
Jan 10, 2020 at 4:43 AM UTC
Dear Sensitive Souls,
They call us emotional, fragile and weak as though these are the only words to describe us. Did they not see beyond the fact that we feel too much? that we are also empathetic and compassionate? Did they overlook all the beautiful qualities that came along with being sensitive.
So often we took our sensitivity as a curse for making us drown in an ocean of emotions. For being hurt by noticing the intricacies in people's body language, attitude and hesitations. For leaving us sore, drained at the end of the day. For making our problems look so insignificant in the eyes of others that we wouldn't even feel like opening up because if we did, word would just spill and eyes would just flood. For making us feel no one would understand the intensity of our emotions. For just letting us feel we were weak because every word, every vibe, every energy would just penetrate right through our heart leaving us to feel broken.
For making us feel so overwhelmed that it would be a struggle to get through the day. For making us face their statements and questions "Why are you so emotional?" "You're like a volcano ready to just explode" "Just toughen up" "You're such a mess". Sensitivity initially left me feeling so weak and broken for being affected so easily at the littlest of
things.
But over the years I met beautiful and kind souls who admired sensitivity as one of the rare and crucial part of humanity. Spending time with them changed my perspective about sensitivity and started to embrace it as a part of me.
The word "Sensitive" that once sounded like an insult became a compliment. The sensitivity I used to once spend my day hating became something so beautiful to me. It was when I started to embrace my sensitivity did I allow my emotions to be acknowledged, felt and be expressed.
Jul 25, 2019
Jul 25, 2019 at 3:20 AM UTC
Her laugh is infectious
and her words are precious
for they draw a constellation line
from one heart to another.
Her heart beat resonates with mine
creating a beautiful orchestra together.
Her touch sends an electrical impulse
down my spine;
an electrical connection,
connecting us forever.
She is the one who’s heart holds mine,
ear who guards all my secret
and presence my comfortability finds a way to.
She is the moon to my dark sky
and the ocean my heart yearns for.
She is all what I want and all I need.
Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 11:10 AM UTC
Be patient.
His heart is guarded and he has built walls around himself to keep others out. He deflects with humor and light words, he deflects by always being “okay”, he deflects by comically dunking on you—but one day his dams will break and his walls will crumble. You need to be patient for the day that this will happen. You need to be patient for the day that he will truly let you in, let you peek at his raw emotions, let you marvel at his strengths and weaknesses. Maybe it will not happen all at once, maybe it will happen as slowly as a river carves a canyon out of rock. You must be patient with him.
Be kind.
He needs kindness like we all need air to breathe. He might not always think so, but he needs kind words, encouraging messages, thoughtful gestures. He needs kindness, the world hasn’t shown him enough of it.
Be compassionate.
He pretends he doesn’t need these kind, gentle touches and kind, gentle words but he does. He is a desert parched for soft rainfall—give it to him. Be compassionate when he opens up about his mental health, his deepest fears, his family, and those who he loves. He is a man who loves deeply, and you must love deeply too. He is a man who cares deeply, and you must care deeply too.
Be understanding.
He carries a lot of pain and a lot of tragedy—he has been dealt bad hand after bad hand. But he is trying. He is growing. He is making progress. Be understanding of his needs and his journey, be understanding of him.
Be resilient.
He will try to shut down his feelings and shut out the world—it’s his tried and true way of survival. Don’t leave him just because he needs to do a hard reset on his emotions. Don’t leave him just because he seems like he’s okay. Don’t leave him just because he’s quiet when it rains. Don’t leave him just because he tries to push you away in his silence. Be resilient and never ending in your reassurance of him. Remind him quietly, or loudly, that he is yours and you’re not leaving.
Be honest.
You must continually be honest because he’s been lied to, too many times. You must be honest and forceful whenever he refuses to accept compliments, because his truth about himself is poisoned by the pain he’s carried around in his lifetime. You must be honest with what you’re feeling, he just wants to help you and he cannot read your mind. You must be honest in letting him in. You must trust him and be honest in return.
Be yourself.
He has no tolerance for fake smiles, fake feelings, or fake people. He has no need or want for mistruths, half-spun lies, or false claims. He needs authenticity. He needs someone who is genuine. He needs someone who said what they said and did what they did...maybe someone with the ability to know if they were wrong but not lie about their missteps. He needs someone who will show him all of their highs and lows, someone who will be unafraid of who they are, someone who will proudly be who they are instead of who they think he wants.
Be strong.
He has been strong for everyone else for far too long. He needs someone to lean on, someone to support his aching arms, someone strong enough to share the weight he carries. He needs someone that will allow him to feel as deeply as he needs to, to be as weak as he needs to be. Be strong and be bold—for he is strong and bold, and needs the same to thrive.
Be hungry.
He has a hunger for life, for laughter, for enjoyment, for smiling, for telling stories, for eating at his favorite Mexican places, for playing his favorite games. He has a bottomless hunger for affection, for great hamburgers, for passion, for art, for beautiful words, for learning new things, for dogs & cats, for white chocolate mochas, for jokes. You must be hungry enough to keep up with his appetite.
Be protective.
He has been hurt too many times and he needs shelter from the world. He still cares so readily, so openly, and still gets hurt time and time again. Be protective of his sweetness, his softness, of his gentle moments. Be protective of his weaknesses, his shortcomings, of his darkest moments. Keep them safe, hold them close to you and protect them. Keep him safe, hold him close to you and protect him.
Be ready. Of course be prepared, but also:
Be ready to laugh. He is the funniest man I know. He uses humor to show those around him that he cares. He uses humor to show those around him that he’s okay. He wields humor like a knight wields a sword to protect himself and others. Be ready to laugh, but be ready to see through his humor.
Be ready to adventure. He needs adventure. He needs little adventures throughout the days and months in trying new things and going new places. He needs big adventures to draw him out of his comfort zone, to take him to new cuisines and maybe new countries.
Be ready to love. You will fall in love with him and his ocher eyes and calloused hands and strong shoulders. You need to be ready, because whether that love happens all at once like summer storm-clouds pour rain on cornfields or whether it grows slowly from a seedling to a honeysuckle vine twining through your heart and squeezing it, you will fall in love with him and you must be ready.
Be ready to wake up early. He is a morning person and he wants someone to fix him/help him fix/help him pick breakfast. He is a morning person that wants to roll around in the sheets and play with your hair and skim his hand up and down your arm while you’re half awake. He is a morning person who wants to listen to music to start his day even though he almost never sings in the shower. He is a morning person by necessity who has come to love it by nature; try to get up and see sunrises with him, try to get up and share the breakfast table with him, try to get up and see him first thing in the morning with sleep in the corner of his eyes and a deep rumble in his chest.
Be ready to listen. He has so many stories in his mind, in his eyes, and on his tongue that need to be told. From the stories of his day, the jokes of his coworkers, the songs he loves, the recipes he watches, the feelings he shares, the games he loves, right down to the things he doesn’t say aloud...he needs someone ready to listen.
Be steadfast.
He needs commitment. He needs a white picket fence and a dog and two or three children. He needs someone to always hold his hand and stand by his side. He needs someone unafraid of his darkness. He needs someone steadfast, brave, loyal, etc. He needs someone to call his home. He needs someone who will look a storm in the eye, adjust her sails, and drop her anchors where she stands.
Be good.
Actually, be better than good. Be better than great. He only deserves the best this world has to offer. Too often he is Atlas carrying his pain, others expectations, his past, his deep desires, and the world on his shoulders. He deserves the best to stand beside him and remind him he doesn’t have to be alone. He deserves the best of women to hold him through his lows and soar with him on his highs. Be yourself, but be the best version you can be. Because he deserves only the best this world can give him.
Jun 18, 2019
Jun 18, 2019 at 6:31 PM UTC
My sixth sense slips
Through parted lips.
I started swaying my hips
To the melodic motion
Of my words.
Moving to my meaning-
Standing here, silently screaming.
I am gleaming
With tears that run down my cheeks-
Vulnerable to anyone
Doing the dance of my inner freak.
I leak compassion and
Become myself.
Mar 27, 2019
Mar 27, 2019 at 1:00 PM UTC
When you lay there
thinking your life does not matter,
every exhalation meaningless
every unfaltered lub dub wasted.
Go out there
and make a difference in someone's life.
Help,
be compassionate
give yourself a sense of purpose.
Because it is then
when you will breathe life
into your life.
When you will find
yourself grounded and rooted
rather than swaying like the wind
and allowing time
to slip like grains of sand unnoticed.
Allow fluffy clouds
of magical wisps
to fill your head
and propel you forward
to fill you with color
and life.
So choose to bring peace and joy
to someone else and yourself
for you will not be just be surviving
but bringing significant difference
in your own beautiful way.
Dec 15, 2018
Dec 15, 2018 at 2:35 AM UTC
I don't think they know..
How much it hurts to be me.
To haul the cross of others sins.
To be weighed down by the strain of others emotions.
I would rather drown just to keep them breathing.
Feeling like I am sacrificing my own self,
for the painlessness of others.
Never expecting recognition or gratitude,
Or anything else in return.
Maybe just some acknowledgement,
that I'm hurting too.
(maybe even more than you)
Dec 4, 2018
Dec 4, 2018 at 6:46 PM UTC
Many acts of generous offerings
Tender words of helpless mutterings
Expressing in words
Show of kindness
Didn't dismiss of a warm compassion
All have returned of pure compliance
Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 2:49 PM UTC
How could I even begin to convey to another how I truly felt? Perhaps the necessity to put into words is not needed. I sat and held hands with the molten honey, kissed the fire embers over and over, I did it. These people only exist in my mind as the raw emotion brought about by their raw emotion. Maybe my raw emotion is their raw emotion, or maybe not. Does it matter, I mean to say, is it necessary to know what the other felt? Maybe we all feel the same way all the time but we describe it differently. Maybe we feel completely different all the time and we try so hard to convince the other. I know this though. I feel a strange feeling that would look like a dark purple gem. I feel a slight sinking of the inner heart but the outer skin of my heart pulls up. It pulls up through my chest, up to the base of my throat. It manifests through my body to my eyes. This fury hides behind the ducts of my eyes. My heart is cold, my chest is warm, my eyes are tired. I can’t name it because a single name would be too broad. And when I think of Austin… The feeling intensifies to the point that I wish to weep. He passed away some time ago now. I can say that it hurts now because the front of my throat, the Adams apple, it feels like there is a weight connected and the weight is pulling down my throat into my stomach. With every breath I feel the same, with every blink I feel still. I miss my brother.
Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 2:37 AM UTC
Surrealism at my right,
Celestial reality up above,
Oh how I missed this feeling,
The feeling of being in love.
Euphoric palettes gladden my toes,
Living 30,000 high on 28,
Let these desires come between us,
Let time do all but separate.
So tell me that all is fine,
Tell me that this is where we belong,
Cliche 35s on repeat,
Cliche moments all night long.
Does it have to end so soon,
Leave your love with a kiss,
Oh how I missed this feeling,
The feeling of something like this.
Jan 17, 2018
Jan 17, 2018 at 5:24 PM UTC
Hey,
I dont really know you
But I've seen you everywhere
Always miraculously
Walking in the rain.
I know you feel
Like your the only one
With real problems
And that it somehow
Makes you feel special
I know your father died
I know you did too
And you've been haunting life
Like a little grey dream
Ever since
I know that you think
The least of yourself
And that maybe
You aren't worth the time
To understand
But you talk anyway
With your eyes
With your lost shoulders
With the subtle smirk
And a lazy three fingered wave
And so I listen
I know you need help
With the shattered bits
The lines on your wrists
But you won't ask
And I sure as hell
Won't leave you here.
Oct 11, 2017
Oct 11, 2017 at 11:34 PM UTC
You were found in my ignorances
The things I chose not to see in myself,
you found in me
This contagious, spontaneous, fun house walk-through, reflecting only the compassionate parts of us two
Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 5:28 PM UTC
A silken rope of phrases
ailuranthrope blood tasted
Sweet salt of the earth
The dark minded misanthrope
lycanthrope with ****** noise
could always be worse
Now i'm just a broken rope
of the wagon, on the boat
been sinking since birth
I want to forsake this curse
travel through time on this earth
longing loving mirth
A haiku trapped in mundane
A perfect body
I lust for your gorgeous brain
Surround me with your splendor
help the broken see
and find a way to mend her
This world it may betray us
and you may find you hate it
but it could be worse
Broken bones on dusty throne
lone failure and cheap cologne
I can see the hearse
Passing through, heart still with you
Now I'm done, let us review
Empathy in you
Did you know you were my worth?
The meaning of my rebirth
no greater on earth
Jan 18, 2017
Jan 18, 2017 at 2:26 AM UTC
"Attacks me and hugs me
And forces the breathe out of me
Almost kills me
But kinda also loves me."
Isn't that the sweetest?
Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 2:39 PM UTC
I am a man, this is so
I am tall, I am broad
I am seen as untouchable,
immune to hurt
This is not true
Under the muscle
Under the broad shoulders of this man
there sits a sensitive heart
It sits there unrecognized by many
Many that do not know,
that what they say hurts
"It will just glance off him" they think
But in truth, it strikes to the very core
They do not know of my tear stained pillow
They do not know of my heartbreak,
The isolation that welcomes me
They think they know me but they don't
They do not really know my manly but sensitive heart
Feb 12, 2015
Feb 12, 2015 at 11:40 PM UTC
I gave you a warm meal
You called me nice
I gave you a roof for the night
You called me kind
I gave you a bed and a fleece blanket
You called me compassionate
I gave you a set of clean clothes
You called me thoughtful
I gave you money for necessities
You called me generous
You said thank you
I called you a saint
Oct 31, 2014
Oct 31, 2014 at 5:31 PM UTC