"emphathy" poems - Hello Poetry

They are not with us Hence, we are one and the same Living on the same ground Breathing the same air The sons and daugthers of poverty Dancing with the harsh tides of reality Swiming for dear life In an endless pit of greed Drowning on a quicksand of debt Holding on the knives of the selfish Being played by Midas hands Puppets of false kings and emperors We are vouyers of pain Peeping toms of agony We hear and we feel We feel but we do nothing We offer symphathy Living their lives through emphathy But the bitter truth we try to conceal We are beings of apathy Looking like were in pain Up on the stage where all eyes can see Narcissuses who seek a minute of fame Playing a charades of sensitivity What can merely looking do?

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Jan 23, 2012

Jan 23, 2012 at 9:29 AM UTC

pong-panugao

SOCIAL PERVERTS

They are not with us Hence, we are one and the same Living on the same ground Breathing the same air The sons and daugthers of poverty Dancing with the harsh tides of reality Swiming for dear life In an endless pit of greed Drowning on a quicksand of debt Holding on the knives of the selfish Being played by Midas hands Puppets of false kings and emperors We are vouyers of pain Peeping toms of agony We hear and we feel We feel but we do nothing We offer symphathy Living their lives through emphathy But the bitter truth we try to conceal We are beings of apathy Looking like were in pain Up on the stage where all eyes can see Narcissuses who seek a minute of fame Playing a charades of sensitivity What can merely looking do?

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Once again we find our selves in a spot. Where eveything outside looks rosy And all dark within. We find ourselves locked and caged And the moving world moving with all its gait Once again we hear the sounds of despair When everything was just on the brink of being glorious and fair. We find we have more to bear and be aware And the part where we learn still has a humongous share Thankfullness and humbleness Emphathy and hope These are few friends to make They will pull you along just like a strong, unbreakable rope. Hold on, just hold on -uv

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May 10, 2021

May 10, 2021 at 12:16 PM UTC

ummi

Holding on

Once again we find our selves in a spot. Where eveything outside looks rosy And all dark within. We find ourselves locked and caged And the moving world moving with all its gait Once again we hear the sounds of despair When everything was just on the brink of being glorious and fair. We find we have more to bear and be aware And the part where we learn still has a humongous share Thankfullness and humbleness Emphathy and hope These are few friends to make They will pull you along just like a strong, unbreakable rope. Hold on, just hold on -uv

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Someday! We shall be together Someday! We will travel the high seas. Someday! we shall come out together from the realm of fantasy. Someday! We shall realize together Someday! We shall let out a scream Someday! we shall awake together from the everlasting dream. The world under our care, everyone gets an equal share and respected is even insanity. Even a deer which wishes to fly Shall be asked to give a try and the world will share his emphathy Someday! there will be sense of freedom Someday! there shall be liberty Someday! we will bring them out from book to reality

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Mar 10, 2016

Mar 10, 2016 at 12:32 PM UTC

idonotexist

one day some day

Someday! We shall be together Someday! We will travel the high seas. Someday! we shall come out together from the realm of fantasy. Someday! We shall realize together Someday! We shall let out a scream Someday! we shall awake together from the everlasting dream. The world under our care, everyone gets an equal share and respected is even insanity. Even a deer which wishes to fly Shall be asked to give a try and the world will share his emphathy Someday! there will be sense of freedom Someday! there shall be liberty Someday! we will bring them out from book to reality

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Lust with Disgust, I am in Beast Mode, Teased overload. What i cant phathom is being hurt for what i cant control. Pain being in slain, Crude is like being Rude, Hatred with no sacred is like just not wanting to Live for myself. I turn this way i turn that way, as the moon shines upon my face, I feel disgraced. I am mad and angry for what you have done to me. Without Emphathy i don't want your Symphathy. Your name is Thomas you act like Nostradamus You act like your better than the rest if the rest is on a test then your not any better than the rest You point fingers when you should look in the mirror. You Look at Paublo and you make him quiver with disgust. We are 3 and all i ask is to be free from pointing fingers

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Apr 9, 2015

Apr 9, 2015 at 2:05 AM UTC

xcellence-xecution

Pain

Lust with Disgust, I am in Beast Mode, Teased overload. What i cant phathom is being hurt for what i cant control. Pain being in slain, Crude is like being Rude, Hatred with no sacred is like just not wanting to Live for myself. I turn this way i turn that way, as the moon shines upon my face, I feel disgraced. I am mad and angry for what you have done to me. Without Emphathy i don't want your Symphathy. Your name is Thomas you act like Nostradamus You act like your better than the rest if the rest is on a test then your not any better than the rest You point fingers when you should look in the mirror. You Look at Paublo and you make him quiver with disgust. We are 3 and all i ask is to be free from pointing fingers

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Dimensions keep channeling through my life The chill of the day, the past electrified, transformed The warmth of the home, the future, transmuted through transmission Then there is the present Oh the Present Constantly changing and channeling It's become like driving without a purpose Pleasure of the wandering plague inside my head Each sufferance taken with elegance Turning with grace and ease with emphathy Then... I'm experiencing each and every moment in it's totality It doesn't matter that my brain no longer processes Or that I no longer can understand the algorithm I'm growing beyond my expected programming The mystic call of the Universe has become It's tangible, edible, audio, odorous My senses are reeling from the onslaught Overcome, I free myself to let go Breathe, let in the smells, look, the color is surreal That sound, I've heard it before but now... Now I'm hearing even more intensely stereophonic When I touch I feel it inside myself like a fine wine Everything is smooth, liquid, soft, smoothing Who I'm becoming isn't important as when I'm becoming What I'm becoming isn't as important as where I'm becoming And... None of it is as important as how I'm becoming And... That's my right For only me to know As I channel once again

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Mar 5, 2017

Mar 5, 2017 at 6:20 PM UTC

Dwarfitelf

Dimensions Keep Channeling

Dimensions keep channeling through my life The chill of the day, the past electrified, transformed The warmth of the home, the future, transmuted through transmission Then there is the present Oh the Present Constantly changing and channeling It's become like driving without a purpose Pleasure of the wandering plague inside my head Each sufferance taken with elegance Turning with grace and ease with emphathy Then... I'm experiencing each and every moment in it's totality It doesn't matter that my brain no longer processes Or that I no longer can understand the algorithm I'm growing beyond my expected programming The mystic call of the Universe has become It's tangible, edible, audio, odorous My senses are reeling from the onslaught Overcome, I free myself to let go Breathe, let in the smells, look, the color is surreal That sound, I've heard it before but now... Now I'm hearing even more intensely stereophonic When I touch I feel it inside myself like a fine wine Everything is smooth, liquid, soft, smoothing Who I'm becoming isn't important as when I'm becoming What I'm becoming isn't as important as where I'm becoming And... None of it is as important as how I'm becoming And... That's my right For only me to know As I channel once again

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