"empathise" poems
Did you think a kiss
would buy my everlasting affection
that you only needed to caress my skin
and I was yours for life?
A woman needs a man with soul
one who knows how to empathise
who can hear her speak
and leaves her feeling whole
Hands and lips
have a lot of lies to answer for
Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 9:13 PM UTC
Lines of life through gene transmission
When handed down through *****
Tho’ rugged, sound or sickly matched,
Are caste about like coins.
Luck ensures a robust chance
Of longevity and health
With intelligence or dolt hood
As a final gauge to wealth.
Traits of blue eyed, fair haired lovelies
Brown eyed, freckled, long of limb,
Temperaments across the spectrum
Placid fat to fiery slim.
Aptitude to run the long race
Good endurance, depth of heart,
Lady luck decrees their worth
Tho' the Priesthood may depart.
Frontal lobes of clear retention
Heightened rationale of thought,
Reasons through the problematic,
Resolutions made as ought.
Capacity to empathise
In tears of joy and sorrow spent,
Capacity for true belief
When wrong is righted with repent.
Goodness and black evil
Are caste about like chaff,
Depends upon the show of cards
Who laughs the final laugh.
Conscience can be virtuous
But then, so can be greed,
Depends upon the circumstance
And if approached at speed.
And finally indulgence
Plays a massive hand in this,
For love and lust determine
If a union is remiss.
And should that union founder,
Should Lady Luck throw in her hand
...You can blame it on the chromosomes
Which confounds the Makers stand!
Marshalg
@theBach
Mangere Bridge
14 June 2011
Jun 13, 2011
Jun 13, 2011 at 8:42 PM UTC
I am so sick of having to go to mass to please my family who will not accept me otherwise.
I am so sick of having to walk down the street covering myself because men can't de-sexualise normal human body parts.
I am so sick of the arguments of sexism, racism and overall discrimination.
-if someone accepts you, great.
-if they don't, grow a thicker skin and rise above.
I am so sick of being afraid of things like trying new food and roller coasters that make me feel as though I'm missing out.
I am so sick of being so extremely misanthropic that when someone says they can relate to my sadness I get angry that another human believes they can empathise with me.
I am so sick of being told what to do with my life.
I am so sick of not knowing what to do with my life.
I am so sick of acting like I know what to do with my life.
I am so sick of my life.
I am so sick of myself.
I am so sick of looking at my features and scrutinising them.
I am so sick of being alive.
I am so sick.
Jul 21, 2013
Jul 21, 2013 at 2:18 AM UTC
I thought you cared for me
Because, your words had always conveyed that to me
I was supposed to be your best friend
However, our relationship, you decided to end
You said you were my sister
But you left me feeling rather bitter
Because you cared only about yourself
And left me hating myself
For something as minor as a Facebook comment
Never did you have any good intent!
I thought you cared for me
But it was never "we"
It was all "you"
Our friendship had no value
Because you were obsessed about yourself
You and your anaconda sized ego
Which you could never let go
You and your precious Mumbai Indians
Were the only **** sapiens
Who truly mattered to you
Apart from your "bestest friend"
You, would he blindly defend
As though you were a Nobel Prize winner
While you were actually a sore loser
With an extremely domineering personality
Masked by a deceptively sweet tongue
I thought you cared for me
But you never let me be
Because, all that mattered, was your precious image
Often, would you take umbrage
Over relatively insignificant matters
Such as me not marking you present
When you were LITERALLY absent
No wonder, did you have your haters
Because, YOU came before everyone else
Never did you take a pause
And empathise with anyone
In fact, YOU were everyone!!
I thought you cared for me
But you never truly cared for anyone
You thought you were a special someone
Who deserved all the attention in the world
On the other hand, often did you fold
At the slightest hint of pressure
Though you were so sure
That you were always right
Oh boy, never were you a pretty sight!!
I thought you cared for me
But you never took the trouble to understand me
You called me your best friend
But I was nothing more than a means to an end
Because you were a narcissist
And as a friend, one of the worst
Seriously, accepting your offer of friendship
Was nothing short of a mishap!!
Anyway, you will get what's coming to you
Your friends will eventually leave you
And then it will be just YOU
Left to fend for yourself
As you deserve to be
Because you are so obsessed with yourself
However, the world is for all
It's time you learned that
Once and for all!!
Mar 3, 2024
Mar 3, 2024 at 11:30 AM UTC
can you tell me how you feel because I don't know can you tell me how to empathise because in me it doesn't show I am trying to bridge a gap that seems to never be filled people say your agsagerating and if you want to change it's in your will but I can't change the way god put me together the storms never go away it's just ment to be wethered I am trying to be adaptable to societies demands but I am only one man autism is stitched together like a quilt there are many shapes and sizes and can't seemed to be mended and are anger turns to guilt we are few and some of us cry out to be understood and some of us can't but wish we could theres no answers to the mystery of the disease all I ask is that you listen so you can see
Aug 17, 2015
Aug 17, 2015 at 9:33 PM UTC
Feet, bare and blistered, skin- tanned and tortured.
age- sparse but spent,
On the road to misery.
Is it so hard to care?
Share a sip of our drink, can't we?
Will relieve that soul that ran dry.
And humans for goodness sake, we claim to be!
Feelings- heard and unheard, heart- broken and trampled,
trust- built and collapsed,
Leading to death - now literal.
Is it so tough to not remain oblivious?
To not know how it feels,
Not like the Sun never turned away from us,
But only a human could empathise, and only humans could heal.
Senses- worn and withering, gait- slow and painful
Life- lost but left
Fading to a lifetime of memories.
They were family since you could speak, and walk,
and eat and grow up to be,
on your own and up till you could mock at them now,
Won't you be family, when it's your turn at it?
Feb 22, 2012
Feb 22, 2012 at 4:51 PM UTC
Am I really self-centered?
Well, certainly am I not selfish
Always, do I help people in need
And you definitely cannot accuse me of greed
For my family, cousins and friends
My love and care has no end!
Am I really self-centred?
Not boasting, but am I kind
And loyal to a fault
Certainly, am I a compassionate adult
And do my best to empathise with people
As far as possible
Including even those who don't deserve it
Because, I know what it is like
To be ignored or laughed at
Hence, are there certain jokes
For which I do my best
To keep a poker face
Since, I do not appreciate insensitivity
After all, known am I, for my sensitivity!!
Am I really self-centred?
Yes, there are certain times
When I do tend to be self-obsessed
However, not too often do they come
In fact, often has my heart bled
Even when it was not required!!
Am I really self-centred?
Well, many a mistake have I made
However, always do I apologise
And give people space
I don't repeat my mistakes either
Because, truly do I care
For the wellbeing of others!!
Am I really self-centred?
Many a time, have I cried
Even for relatively small things
Doesn't that tell you something?
The fact that I care a lot
About other people's opinions
Should ideally show, that I am self-centred, NOT
In my life, have I learned a lot of lessons
And, over a period of time, changed for the better
Hope this at least provides the answer
To the question I have been repeatedly asking
Genuinely sorry am I, for all the time wasting
However, I am sure you would have understood by now
As to why and how
This issue means so much to me!!
May 19, 2024
May 19, 2024 at 12:45 PM UTC
Through voracious eyes devotees, peruse writings, clever literature all styled to thoughtful poetic ways
eloquently, exposing wounds of body and soul, discovered distrust, anger much regret, sadly even fear,
thereto shortcomings in life, of people, their actions, loves and lies promulgated in illuminating phrase.
Technology endows contributors with outlets for venting suchlike occasions using artistry is here.
Passionate poignant experiences most well written, some not are duly shared to attracted communal eyes.
declarations of 'I have cared so much I'm wounded mortally', some bask in lost or unrequited loves last kiss,
several employ inner strength 'whatever happened, I don't care, I'm resilient, I survive', shared with poetic pride
concise verses rework obvious reminders, may motivate suggestion that opportunity shouldn't be missed.
Modest words abundantly profound begin remarks that reassures, with the - I'm here for yous'- symbolic embrace,
in support it is written, 'I know what you mean' and from a great distance - empathise, but I have little to say.
Health issues aren't fixed by artistic pennings, only face to face professional advice forms the strongest base,
Writings from the poetic inner self may become positive steps, for futures not, staring in depressions face.
Much is written with sensitivity oft-times is judged by content, overlooked is why and how it is composed.
For instance suicide educes fear however. dubiety invites, is it fiction or truly despair?
Writing as an art observes, describes, creates imagery, of sadness and joy, escapism, fictional or no.
Poetic creators who web-wide commune through stories, thoughts, secrets, ideas, dreams, let the poetry be shared .
Poetry www Michael C Crowder 12th January 2019 @scorsby
Mar 3, 2019
Mar 3, 2019 at 9:16 AM UTC
I am afraid
I am alone
I am unknown
I am labelled
Labelled 'Damaged'
Did I damage myself?
No, fate did that
Can I atone?
Atone? For what?
A disease that differs for one and all.
I know what I am, but choose not to
take the moniker, 'sufferer'.
Yes, I hurt, I tire, I cry, but
I cannot explain, and you,
you cannot empathise, you
don't have MS, the broken smile.
I look whole, but I'm a jigsaw
with a missing piece. That piece is
peace. Peace of mind, peace for my
loved ones, peace for me.
I know I'm a person, I know I have MS
I know I'm loved, I know I'm a *****
I know I'm part of a family, daughter, sister,
aunt, niece, cousin and most importantly Wife.
I will be whatever the fates decide.
I will not be a sufferer.
I will not give up.
I will be loved.
May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 12:10 PM UTC
Atul Subhash, I empathise with you,
This modern age is evil.
Your wife behaved narcissistically,
The judge behaved more so.
I can understand your situation,
And you're a lesson, an inspiration.
I won't ever get married, brother,
For I fear divorce, yes, I do.
Instead of getting married,
I'd rather get a cat, yes, a cat.
As for my monies, oh the dust,
I'll donate it all to a cause.
Animal welfare,
Medical research.
Somewhere useful,
But not in a marriage.
Dec 12, 2024
Dec 12, 2024 at 10:36 AM UTC
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*I can't give you my trust,
I can not get close to you,
I can not let you hold me even when I wish for you to,
I can not let you show me how you love me like others used too,
I struggle when I listen, or try to concentrate, to the things you say,
I struggle to communicate my feeling back to you in the same way,
I sometimes feel like I'm too demanding of you,
I don't know how to do the comedies of a give and take,
I feel like I sometimes only take, and leave a burden on top of you,
I constantly feel guilty for what I do to you, I feel guilty for the things I do,
I get to have you, but I am not worth someone like you,
I hope I don't hurt you too bad, on days when I am too sad,
I sometimes need to relax and detach. my dissociation won't last forever,
I know I am not perfect in this world that is so dull and grey, but I try,
I each day, have tried, I empathise more then not,
I am sorry more then not, like the fears I cry tears over,
I wish I could overcome them, I wish I could stop avoiding my past,
I wish I could forget all the bad, make memories that are good and will last,
I can't remember day to day tasks, and I can't remember anything un-sad,
I wish that when you told me things I could understand it better,
I wish I handled things better, learn to fix them on my own,
I wish I didn't depend on you for help, but I wouldn't if I could fix it myself.
I wish I stopped staying in bad places and leaving the good ones I find,
I want to not act so compulsive with these addictions that surround me,
I wish I could get rid of the overlaying grief that hangs over me,
I wish I could move on from what has been taken from me,
I want to stop letting it exhaust me,
I am tired, but never sleep, and to sleep wouldn't help my tiredness,
I tried to sleep with you and lay down next to you wide awake,
I wish I could of been sleeping as peaceful as you,
I feel plagued by all my bad memories,
I want them to go away, because they only make it harder for you,
I know you don't love me, I know at least you shouldn't love me,
I worry that I worry you, and I don't want you to be worried about me,
I feel like you deserve more, and better, and should get it.
I want to protect you from the damage I can put upon you,
I feel the panic inside brews, and I can't rid myself from it,
I wish you would save yourself from me.
I get angry, and mad, and upset,
I do this rather then having an emotional shut down,
I hate that I lash out, I don't want to get mad at you,
I hate myself, I wish that I could love myself like I used to,
I take risks hoping that something better could happen, but it doesn't,
I feel alone,
I feel abandoned,
I feel rejected,
I feel helpless,
I feel trapped,
I know you left because you felt like this
I lost you, because of all these things,
I know what I did wrong*
Mar 2, 2016
Mar 2, 2016 at 12:49 PM UTC
Her silence
Pierces tge ear drums
And makes introspective
equal easy
To predict her levee overflow
Is an art form
That many mouths water for
One must possess her
Body and soul
To truly empathise
With her
Tsunami
Nov 24, 2016
Nov 24, 2016 at 10:08 AM UTC
To see action through your Artillery,
your standing eyes betrays other emotions.
Longing to touch you
yet to see your through body,
form and no substance makes a stray bed of rest.
Craters of realisation launch the chime.
What left have I, having teased the lesion.
A crawling victim stands direction less, and having learnt,
I will disarm your vague distractions.
According to lessons I call on regret and treasure its tears.
Surely past sufferers will empathise.
Mud and clay will wrap itself into an ointment
Then we can be reborn.
Jan 3, 2013
Jan 3, 2013 at 6:10 PM UTC
Whilst you daydreamed,
your eyes seemed to lose their sheen
and you'd forget how to empathise.
You shut the car door hard
as if someone who wanted
to aspirate closure.
We spent two nights at the Cooden Beach hotel,
so we could hear June Tabor and Oyster band,
proceeding this performance ,
we had our four slices of toast and an Americano.
Your pink canvas bag
and polished stilettos
underneath the dinner table
hid an issue or two
playing a parallel game.
Sep 9, 2012
Sep 9, 2012 at 3:04 PM UTC
Human in thinking, doing and being
absorb, resist and learn
explore, try and teach
tolerate, effect and apt
dream, play and appreciate
choose, empathise and endure
protect diversity, past and future
destroy, interfere and absolve
observe, savour and respect
relaxing, changing and evolving
feel, laugh and cry
theorise, invent and engineer
aspire, educate and archive
navigate, articulate and embody
socialise, protest and survive
be mortal, resilient and dependable
shape, fill and transform
lead, serve and follow
make life worth living
Love to be a human
Jan 15, 2021
Jan 15, 2021 at 6:06 AM UTC
I dare you to whisk me away
With those electric limbs of yours
Let's go some place
Where we won't be judged
Don't let them seep in
Under the door
Just ignore the invisible creaking
Surely it will stop soon
Do not be frightened
The wailing is not a killer
Not a knife in this hand
Nor a hammer in this head
Do not call me, do not whistle
I am no cat, I am no wolf
Hold your breath
Hang upside-down
Let me scare you, scare yourself
Shall I fetch a mirror?
Or would that prove to be
Just as useless?
Whining in the shadows
Ghost white and blood red
Scratch marks, no bite marks
What were you expecting?
Let me howl
I am no wolf
But you seem to be a moon
You shine so brightly, I swear
You are the cure
That I've been searching for
They warned me about you
Before I left
I never understood their worries...
I blink and you are gone
Back again
Is that your honest soul?
It's so grey
(I can empathise)
Should we still run?
Would you rather soar?
I don't like this idea anymore
You are too frail, too fragile
I will not love you like this
Tomorrow...
Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 8:40 PM UTC
I failed my mother – she failed me first.
All through childhood I held your hand as you wept –
You sighed and cried and denied a mothers love.
I was twelve when I sliced my first cut –
I weaved artistic patters all over my arm,
Each hack felt like a distorted piece of sympathy.
You have been cured for many years –
The disease was just passed, unquestioned to me.
You have never asked, or even glanced twice.
Last night I saw you crying –
Your friends’ daughter had cut – it was a tragic devastation.
Everyone was making plans, dinners, lunches, supportive hugs.
You went to help – to empathise like her mother never could.
I have never punished myself for attention,
It’s a sad and sick release from my insanity – for me.
You birthed me and gave me life, fed and clothed my pathetic body.
I know there is so much that I can never repay –
I know I failed to make you happy when I was young –
But why do you give this girl a mother’s love??
When all I have are forced hugs -
Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 3:23 PM UTC
continuously surpassing
I know
my obligations
to some this may be
considered trespassing
I empathise
to the point
where I almost idolise
your fragility
and I sympathise
almost to the point
where I would follow
if you chose
to leave
Apr 25, 2013
Apr 25, 2013 at 12:10 PM UTC
A row of shoes were lined up,
Ready to be slipped on
Each pair unique, telling tales
It’s owner’s burden buried deep
their sufferings carried on
One of the pairs horribly reeked
Of long hours under the sun
Soaked with sweat and tears
That leaked from it’s owner’s eyes
And seeped through the owner’s toes
Exploitation and oppression
Tattered and slipper strings snapped
Which brings into question
Can we dare walk in those shoes?
Another pair was rather extravagant
Bejewelled, dazzling with rubies
The aroma of vanilla spreading
Through the radiant effervescence
Yet it held a vibe so ominous
Perhaps emitting unhappiness
From the riches that brought no glee
Which brings into question
Can we dare walk in those shoes?
Slipping your feet into a pair
crawling, walking or sprinting
Empathising in their shoes
Shredded from sufferings
Or stitched with threads of hope
What truly matters in those shoes
Is to understand with compassion
Gaining a glimpse of their wars
To interpret, understand and empathise
With “Verstehen” we can learn
And share our battle scars
Then perhaps, we can accept ourselves
And each other in solace
so let us ask ourselves, once again;
Can we dare step into their shoes?
Jun 29, 2018
Jun 29, 2018 at 5:44 AM UTC
*The Universe was molded for you and I to share
We are created with big Hearts so that we care
blessed with flawless eyes so we can see the road
and the might it takes to lighten a neighbour's load
these feet are built tough for the miles to walk
we have developed brains to digest and think
and the courage to sail through life like we can never sink
we have these warm arms to tightly embrace
not folding fists, holding weapons to bring unrest
We are born with curiosity,cause life's an adventure
and a difference made by you is your presence in absensure
the beautiful teeth are designed to **** your smile
not to greet in unnecessary coarse envy and bile
our experiences are for us to inspire and tell
to uplift them whose lives feel like a living hell
the mountains and hills were built for us to hike
ensure each fresh climb beats your previous height
rainbows are hope after rain, pleasure after pain
why give up the struggle when you can start again?
the gardens of life are floret scented with consolation
for broken hearts trapped in the darkness of desolation
the scars are a testimony that wounds do heal
don't let a moment the rest your life steal
the starved hunter surrenders not when he has no ****
for the sweet glowing Sun often rises after the bitter chill
these ugly poems are penned to emphasise
that the beautiful souls are seeded to empathise.
leave your footprints in Hearts and not on sand
the dust in the heart holds firmer than that on land
so use your arms, feet, might, heart and soul
use your greatest possession for the good of us all*
Apr 26, 2016
Apr 26, 2016 at 2:51 AM UTC
.
Cardboard mattresses lining doorways;
a warning to avert your eyes
lest you be caught off-guard by throwaways
or made to squirm because you empathise.
A pinched sneaky glance at a sleeping bag
to see if a wayward vagabond there lies
A woman and child, or a greasy toerag
Probably a ****** laying vacant on high.
It is with pacified ignorance you accept this -
society's stunted stereotype, which offers no prize
for presuming your time's of more value than his
hers or theirs, a lost cause - the shivering exiles.
A person cold and damp remains a person
whether they smile or they stifle their cries
upon losing their place when matters worsen;
we can help, we can acknowledge they're alive.
.
Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 8:41 AM UTC
There was a time when rabbits were lions,
when I was a child,
I had a rabbit called Lion.
I left the hutch open and went to bed,
off he flopped into the dark cold night.
I mean, you can't discover much from a hutch
but Lion took one turn too many,
Lion got lost,
he couldn't find his way back,
Lion lost his bearings as jumped through the unknown world.
I can empathise with Lion now,
I think I'm one turn away from not being able to get back.
Anyway, Lion never came home
and now rabbits are just rabbits
- not lions.
Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 7:24 PM UTC