"compassionately" poems
I interact with myself constantly
So understandably, it’s exhausting
The voices speak so compassionately
Why would I ever express outwardly?
Empathy tree stump to sit just the one
I stand on this pedestal to view you
My frozen expression needs warmth from sun
Only then can I ask “How do you do?”
Animate mixes poorly with my buzz
The vibrating heartbeat… all I have left
All else is a blank canvas, just because
I’m trapped on stage, all I have is mind set
Leave me alone, I want to be myself
My one care is for what can’t speak itself
Jul 10, 2021
Jul 10, 2021 at 3:19 PM UTC
Taking Flight
Soar Off The Ground
And We Were Lost To Be Found
Fly Above Commotion
Fueled By Emotion
Transition To The Ocean
An Abyss
Of Bliss
Because The Sky I Kissed
Let Me Drowned
There Was No Sound
Just A Geometric Playground
Dissipate Now
To Euphoric Dust
Empathy
And LSD
Ritually
Taken So Compassionately
Passionately
Lucid
Confused By This
Cosmic Dream
Tore From The Seams
Pathless
But I Let Go Of This
Let Go
Just To Flow
To Melodic Assumptions
Melody Had Me Elated
The Light Sensation
Liquid Creations
Creating Aquatic
Sounds Of The Sonic
Vibrations
Vibrating
Dilating
Pupils Dilated
And It Reflects Back To Me
Reflect The Patterns To My Moves
And I Move With The Motion
Loved And Infinite.
Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 2:41 AM UTC
(For context, I went to...)
British Kindergarten in England,
French Elementary in Switzerland,
International MS in England,
French HS, then Int'l HS in Korea,
(And then completed...)
Undergraduate studies in NJ, USA,
9-month gap year in Hong Kong,
Graduate studies in QC, Canada.
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I have shattered my identity.
Frequently. Involuntarily.
I have undergone assimilation.
Socially. Psychologically.
I have encountered discrimination.
Directly. Racially.
I have endured isolation.
Grievingly. Impotently.
I have ill-wished on others.
Subconsciously. Unintentionally.
HOWEVER –
I have learned to be human.
Individually. Collectively.
I have discovered empathy.
Emotionally. Compassionately.
I have gained knowledge.
Culturally. Geographically.
I have acquired expertise.
Intellectually. Linguistically.
I have become a citizen.
Locally. Globally.
Perhaps we who are born and meant to move,
Are intended to, and exist to locomote forever,
Walking lands, sailing oceans, mastering the world.
Jun 1, 2016
Jun 1, 2016 at 8:00 AM UTC
I stood flat-footed upon an eroding hill
Here the sweet peas, on tip-toe for a fight
With wing of coarsest black o'er delicate night
And spiteful fingers grasping at all beauty
To bind us all in deeds unworthy
Oh, toxic wind and fertile rain
Disperse the fragrance of this pain
In healing gardens root a seed
Sprout the bliss we sorely need
This tiny pulse of life we hold
Thrives in soil tilled with love
And tender vines create a bower
Of sweet pea tended, brought to flower
I stand bare foot on an erupting volcanic mount
Here the sweet peas, on tip toe for a flight
With wing of justice verity o’er delicate sight
And nails that compassionately snowball serenity
To bind us all with concord and altruism
Oh, acidic rain share the tears
Wash thy tainted eye-sight
Then crux us in the high-yield land
As we germinate to heaven’s height
The seed so robust and fertile
A shell encased with human forms
The greenness of reflected sextile
Oh Sweet pea, our mirrored storm
*Inspired by a stanza from Keats' poem:
I stood tip-toe upon a little hill
Here are sweet peas, on tip-toe for a flight:
With wing of gentle flush o’er delicate white,
And taper fingers catching at all things,
To bind them all about with tiny rings."*
Jul 14, 2016
Jul 14, 2016 at 9:11 AM UTC
Ego Eccentric, Collective hysteria
A mind of madness,Compassionately cruel
Do or die
Black or white
Comprised carefully of duality
We are presented a human life
The thinker thinks but will never know
Think as much as you can
As much as you'd like
Ahh a thinker,
For he is one far and few between
He cringes at the tabloids
Glamorized ****** flashes
upon the big screens
Fear mothered slave state
Is where he sighs home
A pattern to repeat
An average man's prison
One of which
He's carefully constructed himself
Barring his own windows
Processing his own food
And his own paperwork
Jail keeper sounds
The morning alarm
"Wake your body!"
Mind stays in slumber
"It's time to make money"
Yet no real wealth
Another day on repeat
Constructing his "self"
Identifying carefully
With devised roles.
The play begins
"Curtain call!"
"Places everyone!"
The lights dim
Going back to pretending again
-KaitValentine
May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 2:33 AM UTC
You’re the prettiest
You are the cutest
And if I had to make a new word
It would be beautifulest
You’re the most charming
You are amazing
And why I find you pretty and sweet
I would say that you’re my heart’s beat
I see you grin from ear to ear
And dissolve into laughter
But I know you’re still stick in a labyrinth
Where you’re drown in pain
When you smile (cry)
When you laugh (break down)
I want my presence to be with you
And stop the skies for turning into blue
If you place your heart in my hand
I will keep it safe for me
I will cherish, care, protect, love
And treat it compassionately
I imagine that you’re like a glass
A glass that can easily be broken
And I want it on me to last
So that I can guard it even until the end
You as a woman is fragile
When broken into pieces, it’s painful to clean up
You may stick it up, but you’ll notice
The cracks still remain
I want to collapse into you
When your heart is bursting
And I want to hold you
When your bones are chilling
Everything on you is labeled fragile
And I don’t want to break anything on it
I just want to handle you with all my care
You are precious, you are wonderful.. Ever
Oct 10, 2015
Oct 10, 2015 at 8:20 AM UTC
The words float wonderfully across the open meadows of dew,
Transforming after each bounce, every green blade aiding the future tense.
Where is she?
The words sing gleefully as they play in the morning sun greeting the new,
Creating in a birds mind for the angels always have wings, their hearts immense.
We have found her!
How is she?
The words dance around her aura, admiring the warmth of the fog, the breath of two,
Imagining only a walking stick next to foot prints, compassionately using sixth sense.
Well, what do you think?
I quite like the sound of her!
Who is she?
The words visit my throat shakra, my hot blood pumps connecting, trusting in you,
Rebirthing poetic love, Meditating towards the peaceful calming lavender incense.
She reminds of someone I know, or knew...
Wow, does she remind you of tink?
We should all be together!
But will she?
The words kiss me good bye, twinkling in my blue eyes, and I bid them adieu,
Reharnessing my self worth, becoming a readied spirit warrior, taking on the intense.
May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 9:59 AM UTC
I live in a fairytopia in mind, drifting with wings golden brown. With eyes that see beauty in everything. With a heart that expands with visions to write.
I live in a fairytopia, dancing to bond with Mother Earth. To live peacefully in oneness. To celebrate all who have gravitated to earth.
I live in a fairtytopia, moving with open heart. With a human-like body that sends love compassionately. With a dream that all can awaken for peace.
StarBG © 2017
May 9, 2017
May 9, 2017 at 12:31 PM UTC
I saw you for the first time
Behind a screen
Dressed in grey.
Brown and beautiful,
and a wearing a beanie
It was your crown
You smiled at times
And I stared in awe
My screen screamed snapshot
But I was to grasped in the moment to think
My heart beated furiously
Intoxicated by a fiery passion
Then on one faithful day
I saw you
You experience me
I layed down my lips
On thine lips of my craving
Two heart beating for you
For only one that satisfies me
I am facing you
And you, my shoe
Blushing and cringing
I lift up your face;
exquisite; a light in the dark.
I kiss you one time,
and I say to you these lines,
Come with me
Your hipster man
and hold on tight
Grip my hipster hand
Stand close to me
My hipster bride
As you my love
Swiftly hug me tight.
Our hipster heaven
Is sealed off tight
A world unknown
In my hipster mind.
Your sweet hipster lips
Press against oh me, oh my
This is where feels come from.
Shutting you up one kiss at a time
With hipster might.
Your hipster lips
Wage war with mine.
Compassionately
The freedom of my hipster mind.
We are conscience now.
We love; ebullient.
Perfectly written
To excogitate.
I love you more than
Your hipster mind can comprehend.
It can't ever be put in words.
You're my hipster wife.
I'm your one true love and..
..your hipster husband.
You hipster lips.
I hunger for, i'm starving.
My hipster source of hipster life.
I feed you love.
You are always first.
Living like mitty
Means nothing to me
If you aren't happy.
Living mitty with me.
Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 8:21 PM UTC
Mischievous How,
always looking for another
to tell you what to do.
But you've forgotten to listen;
forgotten relation to yourself.
Can you sit, silently still,
with your suffering?
Patiently, compassionately,
neither taking it nor leaving it?
Just observe it; it is there!
Oct 31, 2012
Oct 31, 2012 at 11:24 PM UTC
Can I borrow your voice, because I’ve seem to have lost mine. In search of a purpose, that I’ve found in a line. About love that’s been found in a place without hope, that oppresses its people without shackles or ropes. In a place with a light that shines in the dark, that echoes of praise, music and baby shark. Where the youth of tomorrow step for what’s right, in the name of equality and justice with unwavering might. A place where we have all given so much, and received even more from the people we’ve touched. But our yesterdays have passed and out tomorrow is today, and I struggle for happiness as Selma drivers away. So I stare out the window with my mind in a daze, as this once alien scenery catches my gaze. And the trees pass in rhythm as I fall victim to sleep, with only one thought on my mind…the company I keep. For I have been blessed by the company I hold, the experiences we’ve had and the stories we’ve told. By the games we’ve played and the relationships we’ve formed, by the tears we have shed for weathering the racial storm. And as I stir from my sleep I wake without fear, because the people I’d bleed for are sitting so near. So with my voice fading fast I say to you all, if the road gets too hard, don’t be afraid to call. For your callous hands look exactly like mine, from the work that we’ve done to make Teppers shine. And if you need a wise word or a shoulder to cry, I can be there for your lows and even your highs. This trip has meant more to me then words can express, and its you with my heart that I choose to invest. So with these last and final words, I compassionately say to you. Keep you minds always open and your heart will stay true. Because our world is always changing no matter what we do, and it is you whom I love that will bridge the old and the new.
Jan 3, 2013
Jan 3, 2013 at 3:06 AM UTC
Just like the tumble **** that rolls across the empty desert floor…unsettled was her
ability to love compassionately and just like the winds that blew during a ragging storm at sea…unsettled was her heart in its ability to believe in a real love that could ever be, like a broken record she always seemed to missing out in what a real love could or might ever really be, instead she stayed focused on distorted dreams of what an abuser said a real love should be.
So, many dark clouds that had passed in and out of her life over the years had distorted her reality and robbed her of the visions to see, what a real love could be.
She spent the rest of her life in a bottle and locked inside self imposed prison by her passed lovers and unsettled but not by me. A foolish person always wants to have everything without out putting in the work. A truly blessed and wise person accepts and works hard to keep what they have and hardly ever wants for nothing but they get it all in the end.
Dec 3, 2011
Dec 3, 2011 at 7:22 PM UTC
Dressed in white on a bitter cold path,
Ain't any sign of life and with gloom around,
Bitten by frost and deadly winter not rescinding,
Suddenly a feeble chirp giving a hope of survival,
Oh My! The prettiest flower ever seen with a divine fragrance!
The first blossom of Spring filled with Love,
You, my La Belle Dame, colored me up & showered happiness.
You are the Love of my Life!
Time flew by as seconds but every moment worth rewinding,
Lost in dreams as your words sounded like a lullaby,
As you stared compassionately as my eyes opened,
And when you feebly uttered the magical words, "I Love You!"
Spellbound.
So beautiful life was, so content and so happy,
Colorful tulips all around and the refreshing daffodils,
Bound for life with trust and confidence and vows.
You, my beautiful lady, asked "Casato Conmigo?". "Claro!" it is.
Something was not right, still a dream? No.
Wait! A deadly storm was creeping by without a noise,
Darkness fell upon your mind and the tremors began,
The flowers withered and were blown away, I'd not clue.
You felt, you wept and you pushed me away,
Neck deep in love and the most painful words I heard,
"I Never Loved you! Just a rebound."
Broken.
Left out alone in endless pain,
The sight and voice of you everywhere ,
Starved with sleepless thoughts for days,
A life without a dream and a smile.
You, my La Belle Dame San Merci, showered me Love and blew me apart.
@gsnsriram
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 2:27 AM UTC
Sanctuary,
Take me from these wintry prisons
That captive, I am, through misery’s fangs
Be still, defiant, no more to me
my course heart beats, so guiltily
Harsh words I spoke, regret, I fold
Your care, I trust, to gaurd me safe
Humility bars me, I fall so low
I’m sorry..
I’m sorry…
Defeat, I pulse, my blood runs warm
In relief, my spirits, content to you
Vulnerability guides me to your arms
Sanctuary, take me away to your heart
Hold me not to my flaws
Forgive me, my love, I plea…
I’m sorry…
I’m sorry..
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Sanctuary,
Such solitude, you rescued me
My love, I gave compassionately
Yet now I find I’ve lost the sight
No sanctuary, are you, this night
In light, I guard my heart from you
This pain I suffer, I hold anew
With filth and bile, my body tense
Struck upon your cheek, my harsh caress
Alone I sit, to ponder such strength of love
Such confound deeds you treason for
I surrender myself to a subconscious alcove
Understand me, I have strength none more
I have forgiven
I can’t forget
Sanctuary,
Apologize, your actions speak
Arrogance,your sin, you live vanity
A lust you craved, such a tempting taste
The distinctive man now gone to waste
Bountiful bosoms, and laughter equips
All of my once pleasure and happiness
Selfish desires, contrite you now seem
Was my heartbreak worth your wanton need?
I’m vulnerable, you seem so strong
I live imprisoned within your arms
I take you back, my weakness of love
You rapture my heart, your mistakes undone
I have now forgiven
I can’t forget
Dec 7, 2011
Dec 7, 2011 at 9:21 PM UTC
We are crazed. Compassionately stupid in
Everything there is to be considered known
Let us gather then in the summer heat
On the blacktops above our fathers and grandsons
And run until we breathe blood, until we taste death on our lips
Then let us hold hands and take another step
Jul 2, 2011
Jul 2, 2011 at 3:53 PM UTC
I hope one day it will fade
Like the breath or smudged finger print
on a freezing window on a car
that’s driving a little too fast
I hope that one day you find her
Whether that’s me or she or we
never speak again,
at least I know you’re happy
I hope you remember
I hope my eyes are burned into your membranes and every night
when you fall asleep you see a flash of blue
and feel a sting of red
I hope I am the forget me not and the remember me always
I’ve always been the stranger flower in the garden,
but you loved that
I hope you love yourself
like I loved you
Fully, compassionately, with a loss of all fear—
soaring on the wings
of child-like faith
I loved you like I loved Santa,
the tooth fairy and
the Easter bunny—
I loved you like
I knew
you weren’t real
I loved you like
I knew
you couldn’t stay—
But love yourself in a new way
Love yourself within the steely
strength of a thousand straight backbones
A thousand concrete cubes
A thousand “I love you”s
You were my first kiss
of the old year
and my last poem
of the new
please tell me
I
didn’t waste my new words
on you.
Jan 1, 2015
Jan 1, 2015 at 11:18 PM UTC
and as the sublest notions must contain a hint of true revelation
or be mere frivolity
safety assurred!! nothing much to say around
the homeless 'round here
well, all GOOD PEOPLE know when to shut up and let the authorities
alone.....they who are so kind as to rule us compassionately
but.........of course.....we know when we lie
(all of the time)
but ......these subtle notions of humanity......so frivolous
we say
Jul 20, 2010
Jul 20, 2010 at 3:35 PM UTC
Exalted as it was, she couldn't help but stare at the sunlight that dramatically kissed the ocean waters; the majestic sky that boastfully displayed its vivid million hues; the perennial water that compassionately became home to a billion creatures; the vibrant fishes that danced and sang, jumped and swirled. The scene enraptured her mind. It was as if she had consumed a bottle of a 1964 scotch. It was as if she was given a psychedelic drug to catch a glimpse of an aesthetically blissful scene.
Entangled in the cobweb of tranquil ephemera, she opened her arms to embrace the beauty she saw. The realisation she acquired and the one she hoped to acquire were like chalk and cheese. There, at that moment, she woke up with drool on her face and pillow in her arms. The alarm clock beeped '6AM', and the magical world she was in, bid adieu to her.
Sep 10, 2014
Sep 10, 2014 at 3:17 AM UTC
Gone With The Wind is one of my favorite movies. I resonate so strongly with both Scarlett and Melanie... I feel like Scarlett is all ego and Melanie is all heart and soul. I feel like these two characters are two voices of many in my psyche. I experience a constant internal battle within, as my inner Scarlett prattles relentlessly on, draining my energy, with her goals being vain pursuit, external validation and self preservation. My inner Melanie on the other hand, fully aware of my inner Scarlett's self sabotage, embraces Scarlett lovingly and compassionately, yet doesn't allow Scarlett to throw her off center or make her feel inferior, because it's impossible for Melanie to feel inferior or in desperate need because she knows her intrinsic worth. So, in all, I would say that Scarlett is my ego and Melanie is my Soul.~~ Just sharing my analogy with the community to shed light on a struggle many of us face~~
Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 1:01 AM UTC
" Seraph- An Angel associated with light and purity "
Gladdening the mundane woods, with her flickering flight
Mightier spark from her wand, pouring jewels of delight
Her essence solemnly inhaled by the opaqueness of the mist
Disappearing promptly into the unrevealed, compassionately renouncing her magical kiss
And the soulless abode, radiantly enlivens
Purified in recurrence, a tale ecstatically written
By Seraph!
Jan 31, 2015
Jan 31, 2015 at 4:16 PM UTC
Life is grand
as I keep my head up
and touch heart with my right hand
saying from the depth
"Life is an adventure to enter inside Thy's heart..."
~ How little do we ask...
to help the beloved, to carry the pain of the world...
to act compassionately
May 4, 2013
May 4, 2013 at 12:30 AM UTC
I look down to my hands
and feet
fingers and my toes
I often wondered
how are those
so physically able?
when my heart trembles
mumbles, and stumbles
with its broken beats
it’s not capable to handle
another careless keeper
to not drop it, scrape it
crush the remains
then hand it back to me
I’m steel gaurded with a key
don’t ask me to let you in
just for me to believe
then have you hand me
another broken piece of my
still constructing heart
that no longer beats
compassionately for a true love
with all it’s mishappen
sewed up, and bandaged,
cracked, crumbling, bruised
beauty
I am vulnerable
but not weak
I am strong
no longer naive
Don’t let me Believe
Let me see
proof is through actions that
speak
words are nothing but
pretty wrappings
charming but hiding
something within their
nice packaging
I’ve learned from my past
the mistakes have imprinted
at long last
not to trust a pretty smile
and perfect teeth
because the ugliness
is buried deep
it’s in a dark soul
A pretender masked
with an angel’s face
Dec 6, 2011
Dec 6, 2011 at 10:08 AM UTC
Prove to me
That steadily
My hands will cease to shake
& try to show me
another way to see....
Promise me,
All I'm so unsure of
Promise me-
That even this will pass.
Through the window on the basement floor, the truth still speaks; a friend
Reminding me, compassionately
That love and their plans must end.
Now, To sever two souls
But set only one free-
Is by far a painless feat.
How can the severed truly believe
Their love wasn't bound by deceit?
We may lie and hurt, deceive n depart. Argue and destroy,
Ruin precious art;
Burn precious songs to be left in your heart-
We may scar and ignore, avoid and then face
but no magic or time; Not a thing can erase
The Music we share
as
the 'Music'
We Face.
Nov 28, 2020
Nov 28, 2020 at 12:58 PM UTC