"tenderhearted" poems
As one chosen by God, certain attributes
are demonstrated with loving regularity;
despite one’s beliefs, showing kindness
requires a daring of spiritual temerity.
For The Lord expects His children to give
Love towards people without expectations;
know that being tenderhearted, helps one
to naturally extend actions of compassion.
Don’t think lightly, about the richness
of kindness, it may one lead to repentance;
its warm embrace softens the heart, while
Salvation overrides Death’s life sentence.
The merit of kindness can’t be overstated;
being accepting, forgiving without judgment
means not rigidly imposing beliefs on others.
As His children, one should make investments
in the individualized development of others.
With the “Fruit of The Holy Spirit”, growth
and maturation can be properly accelerated
when applying by the principle of God’s oath
to “humbly walk in Love” (as He requires).
Kindness is patient, when paired with respect,
justice, long-suffering and unconditional Love;
the value of kindness, no one should neglect.
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Author notes
Inspired by:
Eph 4:32; Gal 5:22-23; Heb 6:10; Rom 2:4;
Luke 6:35; Col 3:12; Prov 3:3; Mica 6:8
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2016, All rights reserved.
May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 4:12 PM UTC
Dear mom, i said a prayer for you ,
to thank you to thank the lord above,
for blessing me with a lifetime
of your tenderhearted love and your sweet love.
i thanked God for the caring ,
you've shown me through the years ,
for the closeness we've enjoyed,
In time of laughter and of fears.
And then i think of how you are the one who taught me life,
the one who knows me best ,
the one who told me whats right and whats wrong ,
am blessed for God sent you from Above,
you are my love,my life,my mom.
And so ,i thank you from the heart
for you are the greatest friend i know,
for all you've done for me,
and thank the lord for giving me,
the best mother there could could be.
My love , my life , my mom...
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 3:47 AM UTC
*Your embrace, the sweet taste of hot mulled cider
touching upon my poetic soul like burning embers
Scent of sun's ripplings upon ocean's salted clean air
I hear a soft babbling brook, aside a majestic tower
A rhyme sung out in epical tunes of yesteryear
calling upon idyllic temptation's imagination
Swept away in the grasp of imperfect rapture,
zealous release of poetry's tenderhearted bliss*
Sep 29, 2013
Sep 29, 2013 at 4:14 PM UTC
A tenderhearted rage flows from my
pen, like the Mississippi river after six
months of a hard rain.
Suffering released, I long
for peace, as I grab the pen like
a ****** grabs the syringe, like my
very life depends on it because it
probably does.
The passion that flows within
my veins give a voice to my
soul when the pen vomits
words on the paper, like a
drunk the morning after a
night on the town, trying to
drown the memory of her.
I'm bent on writing because the
world's dim lighting cast shadows on
everything that mattered to me.
I'm shattered you see by
circumstances beyond my control.
Life just seems to roll right over me,
but I take my plight with the fight of
a soldier, whose battle cry is:
furor scribendi, a rage to write; because
in the revealing comes the ultimate
healing and that ******* light will
never die.
Dec 22, 2021
Dec 22, 2021 at 10:22 AM UTC
That chair creaked
as if rocking rocking rocking would rock away the
sickness
That cat curled
on his lap as if its warmth would dissolve away the
sadness
That frosted the air of
That house
That body
That life
it is there,
and then it is not.
his children inherit his things that they are mostly too tenderhearted to use and laugh because of new understanding that everything is fleeting.
Jul 12, 2011
Jul 12, 2011 at 9:48 PM UTC
I write for people
who have not made it
out of the dark yet
I write for girls and boys
and everyone burning between
I write for those with gardens of pain
bursting in their lungs,
for everyone so tenderhearted
they quiver
at the red wilderness
of splendor and absurdity
around us
I write for souls with teeth,
for shadow eyes,
for scapulae fighting to become wings,
for rage and awe condensed to the point of
explosion
Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 4:32 PM UTC
I feel I am a true educator
Standing in front of my class,
And the time slips away.
A teacher when I fake a smile
For the sake of my students;
Unwilling to cry in front of them.
An instructor at heart
When I am willing to
Show that I am human as well.
A teacher in vulnerability.
Personable in profession.
Tenderhearted in being.
Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 6:40 PM UTC
Known I have you, its been a while.
But memories I have of you is a huge pile.
Always nice to see you speak with a beautiful smile.
Want you to always go an extra mile
Happy I am for you, for you fly across oceans.
You won’t be near , so there will be few sad notions.
I know you’ll have a plethora of friends.
So the fun in your life never ends.
I admire you, coz you are hardworking and dedicated.
You are tough-minded at the same time tenderhearted.
You have a strong mind and a strong will,
U have a plan and implement you will.
I know in life you reach greater heights.
And in times to come achieve greater feats.
You have been an awesome friend.
People like you are very hard to find.
Here is me with lots of love and care,
Wishing you all the best and great future.
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 7:23 PM UTC
Only the mirror cannot lie to me
unlike you with your words of Love
I’ve tried to be deaf to all your shouts
but I can’t hide from the mirror
that shouts at me, over and over
why do I continue to pick
Olive branches from my hair
and continually step over the bodies
of each and every dove
Even at the birth of each new moon
I’m nowhere near my end destination
the fires that burn are upon wet wood
heaving beneath a false assumption
that it’s warmth it would share
I’m left shivering with cold
beneath a thin blanket of resignation
There was not a lot that I had to offer
but no other could I be
bruising in your brutality
tenderhearted as others would see
given that I was not one for this world
you used me to get further away
from Hell but now
Heavens gates won’t open for me
Jan 30, 2012
Jan 30, 2012 at 6:06 AM UTC
2017
I hear the first mourning doves of the year
somewhere high in the branches of this toohot day
like your calling me then going away
You are sick, sick
your head implodes with the fetid treacle
of thought.
and i have done what i could
this is:
nothing.
i will marry one day and be happy
fat and glowing, tenderhearted
i will send you a letter
perhaps you will know
if you want to know
but for me this year is this
the talking too much
and hating the
taste of cherries
the last blue nights by the fountain have passed
there are scarcely poems to write.
a plane flies high in the sky
white and dry
to jump from it,
broken parachute
and land at your feet, liquified
is a fate of which i
can only fantasize.
May 23, 2018
May 23, 2018 at 7:56 PM UTC
-in adoration of Bill Evans
Welcome, night;fall from finger
stride the keys— handsome young ghost
on my computer screen, as You
are known to me;
Deliver air of great gusto! to sleepwalking ‘verses’
—from quaint Grace of piano seat;
Tenderhearted
Virtuosity,smoothly reverberates
newance
,relieve pretensions:
a coiled palm under ev’ry word
i write.
Compelling ‘nuff a reverie to fool me.
Timeless, God
**** good
because it’s so sincerely
Human—
the kinda Human that transcends pasty body
still
you gotta feel it rumblin’ right in yr gut,
flow thru arm,leg,arm,leg,
up the stem of yr whistling brain
Down to the bone-gristle and greasssomesoulgears
makes you wanna learn to play
piano.
But i can’t play piano,
like him,so
i write
like me.
But i haven’t found my
self compelling enough
to fool anybody
into daydreams yet.
Sep 25, 2017
Sep 25, 2017 at 6:21 PM UTC
We are all made in different skins
From the soft purple for tenderhearted ones
To hero like black ones
Yet under one umbrella we all gather
Living for today and hoping for tomorrow
Falling off the face of the earth
And forgotten when our bodies decompose
What more then should we strive for
Other than the ***** of our father, our God
Who in him is our daily strife
Life and death.
Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 7:01 AM UTC
What kind of fool am I
to believe that I own the sun
in tenderhearted, enchanted mornings,
singing a ballad of a worried prisoner
who has secret storms in his blood,
and his sweet melody is calming down
my storms and my distress...
What kind of fool am I
to believe that I once lived in a castle,
and til the morning of the midnight
I was reading tales of the darkest knight,
but then... a strange voice through a cloud
called me “the unearthly child”, out loud...
What kind of fool am I
to believe that the grass is my pillow.
I'm like a downhill dreamer,
walking barefoot in the park,
hand in hand,
waiting to be called into
the Promised Land,
saying the holy vows of Heaven...
What kind of fool am I
if I dreamt the sky burning
as I walked on midnight's alley,
feeling dispossessed of the
sweet things that seem so far...
What kind of fool am I
if I play the game of survival
in the longest season of rain and lightning,
if I take a second glance at life
and catch that amazing moment
when two wrongs can make a right
and don't want to give up, not without a fight.
Well, I must say:
I'll get through all the barriers one day,
even if I end up being the last star from the left,
cause love... will always make me sail like fool,
as long as I'll breath
the miracle of life in my chest.
Jun 30, 2018
Jun 30, 2018 at 3:41 AM UTC
My life on earth
from the beginning
I'm saying at the birth
wasn't worth winning..
Couldn't have a great life
life for me was hard
you could cut it with a knife
and couldn't move forward.
Been rough on me
ever since i was a kid
as everyone can see
all these feelings I've hidden.
As I got older
everything is still the same
my life has gotten colder
yes I feel I'm to blame.
Yet what I say is true
all in the world knows that
is I'm too tenderhearted too
that's where my weakness is at.
I'm too good to everyone
don't even think about me
help them when they're done
done my part as you can see.
BY SCOTTY BRUNER
Jul 8, 2023
Jul 8, 2023 at 11:48 AM UTC
air out your grievances, hang them up to dry
but be careful to whom you do,
because a tenderhearted girl I knew
grew a shell, an exoskeleton of caution
to guard herself from heartache and exhaustion
the important things in life are painful to learn
and if it isn't important then what would we earn?
a life without depth, in cold two dimensional existence,
the hardest fight is with your own self-resistance
Dec 18, 2019
Dec 18, 2019 at 12:09 PM UTC
Wrap me in your remarkable
Tenderhearted charmingness
Your heavenly hypnotic stalwartness
Smooth intoxicating *******
Sweet kissable brick
I preserve your marvelocity
In my heart and soul
You are a four-star orbital joy
My mantastically freshalicious eye candy
I am so absolutely crazy about your crash-hot flashy flex
So lost in blossoming ardency with you
Caught in your delectable manly web
Draw me deeper into your artfully
Attention-grabbing magicness
Boldly colored and spectacular mover and shaker
Imaginatively smashing attraction
Masterful rhapsodic majesticness
Let me smooth my hands
Over your vibrant and luxuriant canvas
Rise in your sublime virile delight
The boundless ripeness of your delightfulness
Your compellingly impressive effectiveness
Aug 21, 2022
Aug 21, 2022 at 2:06 PM UTC