Kindness Poems
In Praise of Soft Light
by Richard Randolph
I like soft light best,
candles and moonlight.
Such light always overlooks a blemish
to highlight the deeper beauty-
the sparkle in one's eye,
the glow of a fire, the contours of the night.
It's not concerned with getting to some final truth,
but instead, naturally gregarious, invites us to talk
of our dreams, our aspirations, indeed anything,
usually over a glass of burgundy,
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Beyond Words
by Aloo Denish Obiero
The language of love requires no translation,
The language of trust needs no explanation,
The language of honesty needs no interpretation,
The language of wisdom requires no noise,
The language of kindness requires no words.
A Stranger's Prayer
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Silly wisps of her raven hair flutter
In the winds of the long-short corridor of summer;
They snivel with the whims of cosseted sots,
Sinking in the futile harmony of winking beasts.
Pretty whiskers, soft with the ague of age, and lean
From frazzled grey.
A halo of white cotton crowns her fine dome, revealing little.
She paints the inky images of Al Hirschfeld —
Among whited, slit, black smuts needed for art’s emphases.
The greens of the season, lush and dreamy,
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Merry Christmas
by Bharati Nayak
Merry Christmas Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas my friends
My friends in Italy and France
Friends in America and England
Friends in India, Russia, China and Iran
Friends in Bangladesh, Sri Lanka and Pakistan
Friends in East and West
Friends in North and South
Merry Christmas Fabrizio
Merry Christmas Daniel
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106. I Love You More Than Life
by Kea Campbell
Your smile makes me blush in my dreams. Your smile is the reason I dream. At nights I dream of your smile.
You make loving hard. Loving you is the easiest thing in the world. You make loving anyone else impossible.
Your touch is all I think about. Your touch makes me never want to quit thinking. And when I'm not thinking of your touch, I'm dreaming of your smile.
Your eyes gloss over my body, polishing every inch. You accept every inch. You love every inch.
My eyes are blessed by your sight. My glance hugs your waist. Resting on your collar bone, wrapping around your waist, holding your hips, brushing your thighs.
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A Stranger's Prayer
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Silly wisps of her raven hair flutter
In the winds of the long-short corridor of summer;
They snivel with the whims of cosseted sots,
Sinking in the futile harmony of winking beasts.
Pretty whiskers, soft with the ague of age, and lean
From frazzled grey.
A halo of white cotton crowns her fine dome, revealing little.
She paints the inky images of Al Hirschfeld —
Among whited, slit, black smuts needed for art’s emphases.
The greens of the season, lush and dreamy,
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106. I Love You More Than Life
by Kea Campbell
Your smile makes me blush in my dreams. Your smile is the reason I dream. At nights I dream of your smile.
You make loving hard. Loving you is the easiest thing in the world. You make loving anyone else impossible.
Your touch is all I think about. Your touch makes me never want to quit thinking. And when I'm not thinking of your touch, I'm dreaming of your smile.
Your eyes gloss over my body, polishing every inch. You accept every inch. You love every inch.
My eyes are blessed by your sight. My glance hugs your waist. Resting on your collar bone, wrapping around your waist, holding your hips, brushing your thighs.
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Sublimation
by Joe Cyr
A person's life should undergo constant sublimation;
that's the secret to fulfilment, in my estimation.
Refine yourself more each day by doing a special favor
that's unexpected, but appreciated with joy and savor.
Perform good deeds daily;
on someone confer a nice surprise.
Smile at a complete stranger to echo joy in smiling eyes.
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Show Some Mercy
by Mohammad Harish
I belong to a world
that has not yet been destroyed;
it will soon, if they go this speed—
it is all because of some people's greed.
The world I belong to
is getting ruined; they need
more greedy hands to reach out each day,
to tear this gentle world away.
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99. In My Perfect World
by Kea Campbell
In a perfect world, you and I could saunter— free.
Breathing fresh, salt-licked air.
Where the ocean reaches for our feet, and the sun melts into the sea, and the sky drapes over its long lost twin.
Where the forest and the sky and the land love humanity dearly, like a neighborhood that could thrive for eternity.
In a perfect world, there would be no bicker of capitalists and environmentalists— merely political empathy.
I dream of boring news channels.
When red, white, and blue don't seem so embarrassing, nor disgraceful to half of the country, and "liberty and justice for all" hugs "all" comfortably.
When the government is wed to candor bound by the promise of life and liberty, and diplomacy relieves, and monopolies fancy consumers' well-being.
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