"sympathizes" poems
With a face and voice like that you’d never guess
the girl was five foot ten
she walks in and towers above the image
you expected
a girl pushing five feet, dainty, even whimsical
but surely petite
she’s far from petite
This girl sympathizes with transgender bodies
yet envies those who succeed
Hormones and knives can fix gods mistake
but nothing can fix me
so women will sit dreaming of dropping pounds
and she dreams of dropping feet
never complete
Psychs and shrinks digress this to be nothing more
than another disorder
Her views on herself are simply brushed off
as body dysmorphia
yet therapy nor pills shall shake her desire
to fix gods mistake
by freeing her soul of this giant hell hole
leaving it for someone else to take.
May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 1:42 AM UTC
It is 1969
A man set himself on fire today
To protest the war
My cigarette sympathizes with him,
its ashes like burnt out snowflakes
Falling
Dissolving
in a puddle of rainwater
Going home
Apr 2, 2010
Apr 2, 2010 at 8:41 AM UTC
Three days, is what the HR rep said, somewhat sheepishly,
As if she was fully aware that boxing up one’s grief
In a span of a few dozen hours
Is a matter of wishful thinking
And certainly she sympathizes
(Indeed, as she speaks,
She spreads her hands in such a way
As you half expect doves to come forth in full flight)
Empathy being their stock in trade,
But the law and the handbook say three days,
And then you need to have your head
******* back on and looking forward.
Eventually, the mail brings fewer envelopes
Marked with embossed flowers
And subdued and tasteful stamps,
The usual flow of solicitous inquiries,
Pre-stamped and pre-sorted,
Inquiring as to your credit needs,
The condition of your windows and siding,
Resumes apace, and more than once,
In fits of inappropriate black humor and frustration,
You scribble, in bold thick strokes of a marker,
The addressee no longer resides at this location.
You return to nine-to-five,
Though your ghosts keep their own hours,
Stopping by to visit on their own schedule alone,
Prompted by the tiniest of things:
The dog scampering to its feet in a hurry,
As if someone was at the door,
The discovery of a long-unused pitching wedge
Standing expectantly in the back of the closet,
A song from long ago which was beloved
When you lived in the pairing mandated by Noah
Before you entered the shadow world of ones and nones.
Sometimes you give into the giddy madness,
And rise to waltz around the room,
Careening about unsteadily, clumsily
As you have yet to completely master
The difference in weight shift and distribution
That is required of a solo act.
The timing of these visitations
Often disrupts your schedule and sleep patterns,
And you think that perhaps tomorrow you’ll call in.
Nov 28, 2017
Nov 28, 2017 at 10:38 AM UTC
Dark sympathizes with the night
The light understands what’s with the day
Colors labeled what’s on left and right
Giving reason to who’ll go and stay
Simply justice that was out of sight
Don’t know that day and night are made of clay
That grays are white
And whites are gray
Skin colors supposed to be no height
Something we have to weigh
But why with it we learn to spike
And distance our hearts some miles away
So what’s the beauty of that site
Let us all hope that there’ll be a place one day
Where grays are white
And whites are gray
9/8/2015
Mysterious Aries
Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 9:54 AM UTC
A calamity of views abused
When the alcohol is strong
The choices go wrong
Everyones offend through Misinterpreted temptation
Using my over analyzing brain to calm the degraded
Crying over a mundane sane
Looking for persuasion
Through persecution
Picking out your weaknesses
Bleakness, is a majestic trait
Not intentionally
Burdening their agony
My name is animosity
I depict a character that sympathizes
Your alibies
Using my vulnerability
Contaminated humility
Finding
The hiding
No problem suggesting
My dark secrets of the night
Applying my skits that fit right
Paranoid to be viewed in a mortifying light
I would be lying denying my animalistic ride
I have scrutinized
Remorsing
I see earth born
Godly you stand
In the morning
Behold deformities
You fit the norm
I bow to your Godly proportion
In vein this I pray
Amen
May 13, 2016
May 13, 2016 at 8:41 PM UTC
they shout.
A collection of my closest friends
and confidants
implore, plead & demand
my index finger move
only inches to squeeze
the trigger of the pistol.
Pull the trigger!
My arms are quivering--
the chain smoking hasn't helped
steady the nerves.
I'm having trouble looking
at my victim.
Pull the trigger!
He's my best friend
but also destroyed whatever life I had
as he continues spiraling out of control.
I can't focus at work,
I'm afraid to go back to my own apartment--
letting him crash for a while was a bad idea.
My nerves are shot,
I'm emotionally drained...
I'd do anything to make it stop.
Pull the trigger!
They keep shouting in unison--
all people I trust implicitly.
They've never steered me wrong before,
they sympathize,
can't stand to see him erode away
what's left of my life.
Pull the trigger!
They're right.
There's nothing I can do--
what choice is left?
My head vibrates
from their chanting
my eyes are watering a little--
thought I'd be sobbing.
A deep exhale...
quickly raising the gun
to his head--
Pull the trigger!
He's sobbing,
whimpering like a wounded *****
When he looks at me,
I can tell he understands
and sympathizes with me.
I whisper,
"If you don't
get the help you need--
I'm going to do what they want."
After I holster the gun
to stunned silence,
I walk away...
Nov 26, 2012
Nov 26, 2012 at 8:41 AM UTC
A poem that will celebrate
all the wonders of my man's hair.
A poem that feels sorry for
his hair no longer there.
A poem that shows puzzlement
from him at women's weaves.
A poem that sympathizes
with his hair-line as it leaves.
A poem that says a "YAY!"
to the people who are bald.
A poem that blows a kiss and says
"I'm sorry dear, that's all!"
Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 9:54 AM UTC
The two boys.
Of course, they know.
But all they do is laugh.
At the players.
At the tackles.
At the appeals.
And everything else.
Mother.
Always the one who sympathizes.
If the Reds are up by two.
"Oh, I pity the opposition. May they score one."
She says.
"Awh, MUM?!"
Same goes with the eldest.
It would make it more intense.
She thinks.
Me thinks, I should pray for a cleansheet.
Hah!
The two blabbering baboons.
Knows nothing.
Gives running commentaries.
Predicts that the others win the match.
Such support I get.
The next one is a Kop in the making.
I-am-darn-proud.
The lil one thinks Ozil is good looking. -_-
-Doey
Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 1:36 AM UTC
I bet that as soon as you read the title you thought this was going to be a non-stop ramble about a boyfriend or whatever. Well, it's not.
This poem (lets just say it is one), is about the one girl who helped me get on my feet every time I fell to the ground. Hard.
It's about a person so amazing that it pains me to watch her hurting over some unworthy *******
It's about a beautifully damaged soul. Her moods swing from one to another pretty fast, he loves to sing 80' songs and cuddle with her cat Connie.
She loves poetry and respects artistic expressions.
She is my role model as she tries to always do the right thing.
She treats everyone fairly and sympathizes with every living creature.
She makes me feel better about myself and puts everyone else's needs before hers.
She may be struggling with some serious **** but she'll always have time for her friends.
She is loyal and loving.
She is all I'd ever wanted in a friend.
She is perfect to me.
We are still working on that part, though.
She doesn't believe me when I tell her she's flawless.
I really think she is.
Inside out.
Someday she'll realize that I'd been telling the truth this whole time.
Someday she'll appreciate her long eyelashes, harmonious voice and cute curly hair.
Someday she'll wake-up and say:
HEY, I'M A HELL OF AN INDIVIDUAL!
She's my teacher.
My mother.
My sister.
My best friend.
My everything.
Thank you for everything, really. Every secret you kept for me, every inside-joke, every muffled laugh at class, every singing voice note, every poem, every midnight talk, every smile, every shed tear, every movie we watched together. Thank you for just being you, for letting me see your true self. Thank you.
**I love you so ******* much.**
Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 11:44 PM UTC
Opposed though not yet charged, we hold back our fire
Yet in such close vicinity, our features polarize.
A duo of strong minds grapple for understanding while
Fear, Shame, and Anger play an unruly audience amidst the
Backdrop of dusty bookshelves and a mild mid-day sun.
Stuck in stalemate, even magnets become exhausted;
Tired of attempting to display ambivalence toward the other
When so attracted by the primal bond of maternity.
He sympathizes for her tears shed over a prodigal son,
But we can only bear so much hurt when the fight is done.
Dec 20, 2010
Dec 20, 2010 at 8:16 AM UTC
Can you imagine my surprise
When I woke up with thunder thighs
I looked in my mirror and
It gave me back a knowing grin
Hard and heavy the diet days
And all of my sweet tooth chocolate craves
Knowing what's in front of me
Makes this fat boy wanna scream
So I check out the internet
To find the perfect diet yet
Lets see......
***** injections from a pregnant babe
That seems to be the latest craze
How about this bubble wrap
I just might be down with that
Who is there to really say
Which pill and how many I should take
One that sympathizes with the way I feel
While feeding me pint size starvation meals
Here's one guaranteed to clean my clock
While the next ten days I'm on the toilet docked
This is funny...try and eat more sensibly
That's like a foreign language to me
Get your daily exercise
Obviously written by some wise guy
Goes to prove just what I've heard
On the internet don't believe every word
How about the Himalayan soft cheese wrap
The secrets in the cheese to squeeze off the fat
Or I could go the Hollywood way
Have it ****** out and back to eating in one day
There are so many options here
It's hard to know which way to steer
As my options all expand
Think I'll just go buy elastic waist band pants
And learn to enjoy in my own eyes
The fact that I have thunder thighs
Jul 1, 2013
Jul 1, 2013 at 4:15 PM UTC
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
"...go to hell, purloiners!
you breached my trust...my privacy,
both, are sacred to me...
what about you?
...is anything at all sacred to you?"
:::
:::::
:::::::
It's been
three days and more,
of crossing fears...thinking,
how easily......and suddenly...
one's precious worded gems,
could be exposed to strangers' eyes...
to think that private thoughts can
no longer be private, is infuriating...
how does one deal with violated privacy?
i'm ailing...while drowning in dim streams
.....all assurances, now disputed
all negative possibilities considered
i'm paranoid...the devil is winning...
the stomach sympathizes
with a disconcerted mind
growling its discontent
creating deleterious acids...
mad, upsetting hours stay for a while
holes must be mended or patched...
what was disorganized ...must be straightened
got to start from scratch
these past evenings, i trod
through hot valleys bright with fire
burning with anger and disgust
...for, i felt betrayed,
never have i been this way before,
.....i must go back to the water.....
slowly............i wait,
'til i can look past those trees,
those walls....those worlds outside, and
from them, create a swinging hammock
tied on two coconut trees~~~then
feel a mist from a not so far clear, blue ocean
feel the breeze whisper its magic spell
to cool and melt the fires within
be at peace with everyone
with everything...
i must take hold of that space
where i'll float...and i'll forget
where i'll toy with the ripples
and be overcome
with
~~~~moments of zen~~~
Sally
Apr 28, 2018
Apr 28, 2018 at 11:50 AM UTC
We no longer acknowledge each other’s eyes
Or speak unless addressed explicitly
But our energy reaches like wild tentacles, grasping to be mutual once more
Tangles like vines or still-learning shoe strings
Strangles me but sympathizes in the final few when I get sky-face
I heard your laugh from behind your back and knew I would
Never cause it
Again
It surged through me like an electric shock, not
A finger in the outlet, more like a toaster bath
I have never found currents to be painful, just warm
Even as my limbs fell limp from voltage
Your complexion kept me calm down to my copper core
Now each indication of your amusement ****** me, emptying weary veins
Acupuncture from untrained hands, reckless medicine
I never thought you would be my nerve damage
Chronic companion, my endorphins still have your toxic taste
May 1, 2011
May 1, 2011 at 9:24 AM UTC
The President will start a
nuclear war over twitter
if he has to.
White Nationalist is a way
of saying ******* It's re-labeled
to desensitize us.
The President sympathizes with
the White Nationalists because
he can't afford to lose their vote.
My president does not have my
best interest in mind.
He is a power hungry tyrant--
and half are too dumb to notice.
You don't worship God. You don't.
You worship politics infused
with spirituality.
You dehumanize those who
are different from you because
you are a scared little *****
All Nazis must die.
Them dying is the
greater good.
Nazis are inferior.
Die **** Die.
Aug 14, 2017
Aug 14, 2017 at 11:59 PM UTC
because I know it will never be the same again
because there is no god
because there is no karma
I cry because I have given up
because there is no one else
I cry and I cry alone
no one sympathizes with me
no one understands
I cry with dignity
because I am man
I cry because I sigh
and I sigh because of my life
I cry in a bed in a room alone
feel stupid in my head
feel nothing but alone
alone
alone
alone
I cry on my throne
my throne made of ****
alone
I cry.
Jun 23, 2012
Jun 23, 2012 at 6:45 AM UTC
i like to stay anonymous
so they don't find
all these feelings.
the only thing harder than feeling
so much
is explaining it.
they don't get it.
they think you want attention.
they don't believe me.
i'd rather believe
someone out there
sympathizes enough to read
and listen
and think
and care
and understand.
Dec 17, 2013
Dec 17, 2013 at 6:38 PM UTC
It is 2010
A man hung himself at Chestnut today
To ease the pain
My grey jacket sympathizes with him
its sleeves like arms letting go for dear life
Waiting
Standing
on a pillow of thin air
Coming home
Apr 4, 2010
Apr 4, 2010 at 9:38 PM UTC
You gave me reason to believe that
life was more than grief.
You taught me happiness was something I could acquire,
not so far from my desire,
almost close enough to admire.
I remember the way you held me when everything was obscure,
when the sky was empty and even the moon was dimming,
the way stars hid that night afraid of what they might find.
But perhaps that very night the planets aligned,
we became intertwined
in the shared space that kept us enshrined.
Maybe it was the time you saw me naked,
raw in a way that left me shaking,
my bones aching,
my soul breaking.
Still you held me,
because at that moment,
that’s all we were.
Just two souls in a world that forgot it was meant to be pure.
So,
from one soul to another,
I love you like no other,
because you showed me that vulnerability wasn’t weak,
being human wasn’t a sin,
it was something beneath my skin.
So though I am terrified,
I will leap—with hope and with pain that paralyzes,
one that humanizes and sympathizes,
and I will give it to you.
To another soul
who had long forgotten
that life
can be good.
Aug 28, 2025
Aug 28, 2025 at 10:25 PM UTC
Dragging sheets over head during the dark of night
Slipping away, crawling into the mind's cave
Sequentially tumbling into the dark chasm
Million-mile, feathery fall through a grey abandon
Upon landing scenes start with a glowing sky
Swirled in blue, red, purple, yellow and black
Somehow familiar, I'm sad but never scared nor cry
A house sits empty, tall and alone
Upon a hill where an empty tree decays
Tended, yet desecrated and dry
Don't go inside... Don't go inside.... No, not alone
Deep wells awash with ghosts and faceless ghouls
Shells of scenes you never want to see
My nightmares and wanton dreams
The wind slides thick across the terrain with an audible scream
Down the hill is a black frothing stream
Surrounded by naked women and wild men,
****** and killing, each other over and over again
Familiar faces start to stare as I pass the heathen fire and fare
Glowing insects lounge like lanterns, witnessing their share
Sudden cold hand grabs me, trying to force me to participate
But closed eyes make no contact; I thrash with teeth bared,
Clinging with dried torn hands and lost hair
The black stream saves me by dragging me under
Until I slowly disappear
A cave with a pool reveals the next stanza
Wooden dry dock and blue water give a purple glow
A girl sits there with a boy, his shadow on the wall is a crow
Cawing, he has a voice that I understand and know
She, a snake body that sheds and rapidly grows
The couple melts and I suddenly slow down, down, down...
Deeper this continues to go
I wake up in a bed, but it's not my room
White lights above and dark faces ahead encircle me
Trying to inject me with my doom
I beg and scream
"This isn't my intent, this wasn't my desire!"
But it's all my fault the past was doomed
Thrown punches and scrambling for a door
I find the walls fall and the lights glimmer no more
The floor sympathizes and surrenders
Sees the pain and turns to a warm pool
Dazed, I float on to the morning's shore
Endless nights of fantasy and hedonist to the core
I'll be thrown from the night into fantasy once more
Don't envy me or the source of my quill's tone
I hide all the monsters under my pillow
Feb 18, 2018
Feb 18, 2018 at 3:18 PM UTC
I am a jar long over due for some orange juice
with gaps and crack that hold me back
from the sweet sunshine hack
that is orange juice
this sticky sweet substance
this sun streaked pulpy mess
stays bottled up
with a smile so diffident
challenging me to break the rules
and let it out of its transparent cage
to clog my insides
with its smooth sweetness
but no
not me
I resist this instantly
I throw the bottle in the junkyard
far away from my periphery
where it remains hidden
sweating in the sun alone
left unkempt in neglect
unloved and harshly blinded by the rays of light
the sun beams penetrating its body
stabbing
leaving clumps of tissue
and sweating tears
but who sympathizes with an orange
once it's beaten to a pulp?
yet I still cannot avoid the sun-sucked gunk
or keep it out of my mind
for it is a part of me
it nurtures
purges me
I feel so naked without it
and eventually i give in
to this titillating temptation
I may not be smooth or secure
or able to hold you or keep you from harm
but will you take a chance on me?
and be able to forgive my malice
and come back to play
a role in my empty jar glass?
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 4:02 PM UTC
Why do I have to fall in love?
Why can't I just I just stop?
Tell me God from above
Why can't he be a slop?
Why is he a gentleman?
Why does he listen well?
But he's a ladies man
And I just fell
He doesn't feel the same
Yet he sympathizes
Doesn't put me to shame
Even gives advices
Love is twisted
Not the kindest
Maybe gifted
Even to the wisest
Oct 15, 2016
Oct 15, 2016 at 12:21 PM UTC
I love the sky.
I love how it is like a blank canvass.
I love how the clouds join it.
How they form figures that excite our minds.
I love how blue it is.
But it can also be pink, orange, and purple and I love it more.
I love how it is like a giant monitor.
How it shows the sun's lovely rays in the day.
How it shows the moon's gentle glow in the night.
How it shows the stars that are glittered everywhere.
I love it even when it's gray.
How it sympathizes to the clouds when they can't bear the rain anymore.
How beautiful lightning looks with it even when they scare the living days out of me.
I love the hope it gives.
I love how we've been taught that angels are there.
But I love the sky especially because you and I are both looking at it.
And it doesn't matter even if we're separated by oceans, by mountains, and by long, long roads.
I love the sky because when I look at it, I know you've been looking at it, too.
I love the sky because somehow... it connects me to you.
I look at the sky frequently and smile like a crazy person.
It comforts me.
Even when I can't be by your side, I'm glad.
I'm glad that He gave us the sky.
The sky that both you and I love.
The sky that reminds me everyday...
To never lose hope.
It won't be impossible.
Because you and I are under the same sky.
Jul 4, 2016
Jul 4, 2016 at 12:13 PM UTC
describing the person inside me:
quite pessimistic
unthinkably thought filled
insanely aware
somewhat crazy
with the mind of a poet.
as laughable and cliché as these may all sound on a poetry website.
they're all true but i have things in my simple life,
that me less of these things.
there is this boy,
who makes me a bit more optimistic,
who makes my orange days,
a bright blue
and whose grin can make me blush like crazy.
who can make me laugh,
in the midst of tears,
and help me to trust another,
when all feelings of trust are lost.
a boy who makes me feel like i could sing
who can make me grin like an idiot,
and believe that i have done something right finally
when i look into his eyes.
this boy also is the cause for some of my crazy thoughts,
but when i voice them he will laugh,
or inform me that "i am not crazy"
he sympathizes at rough times,
and lets me speak freely,
ignoring the fact that i may blow his ear drums,
and stumble over every other word when i get too excited.
he allows me to be mad when i am mad,
and waits for me to be happy
(maybe a break from rants is nice)
but this boy,
truly helps control my thoughts,
that bubble inside me as long days pass.
he also gives me a feeling of safety,
where even just knowing that he is within distance,
distance where i could run to him,
or yell his name,
relieves my stress filled thoughts immensely.
and when he speaks soft words of
it'll be fine or the soft chuckle of reassurance
it makes my cold frightened blood,
warm where it can flow again,
and pump to my heart,
so i can remind him at these moments
that i do indeed love him.
he allows me to be my somewhat ******
crazy,
nutso self.
and with a comment or not
there is always a small grin.
but when i am a little crazy,
whether it's explaining my funky dreams
or laughing so hard that i spit out my water,
he still looks at me with that grin,
that makes me feel
a little less...
well, crazy
and sometimes when i feel all of these things at once,
the kind of feeling where your heart is racing,
and your cheeks are rosy,
and your laughing insanely,
and smiling like an idiot,
and falling hard for this certain special boy,
i can't even write,
but sometimes that's quite alright
Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 10:40 PM UTC
When testimonies are left out,
And you sing in distress,
Your hope and fate worn out,
With a sarcastic smile around folks,
Your worries like a cloud of smokes,
You wanted to touch the best.
Thick drop of rain from your eyes,
As your happiness dies,
Eyeballs dancing in moisture field,
Your soul in distress where she hid.
Thick drop of rain in your eyes,
Oozed out due to sympathizes,
Then you Think nature has turn against you,
The world too big for you,
Or perhaps only when the sky is blue,
Who is that pilot? your pilot, you don’t know who.
The rays and beams of the sun seems unfriendly,
Smiles on other folks seems deadly,
The world is too complicated for you.
After your tears on hard to rocks,
Your cries and your sober reflection,
The Sowers grain fell on my Palms,
You claimed blessings, even psalms,
Where is your opportunity,
Are you not a liability?
You pray for a better chance,
Cause He once path way in the sea,
And yours? Or can’t you see?
You shall have that breakthrough,
And you shall dance!
Jul 6, 2016
Jul 6, 2016 at 3:59 AM UTC