Kindness Poems
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Continue readingIn 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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The kind girl
by Selim Özer
There she is, sitting under a million stars,
the moonlight on her skin seems to alleviate,
a stabbing and lasting pain which does obliterate
her being
why does she even have to feel this pain,
although she has a soul whose kind is kind?
Is it because she’s way too kind?
so immoderate, that if people try to use her she doesn’t see the bad behind?
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Good Deeds
by Saleh Ben Saleh
Good Deeds don't go by unnoticed, just like a daisy, rose or lotus
I try hard to treat people with kindness, but seldom rewarded respect or politeness
Only the sane come back to their senses, with an act of kindness your self-esteem enhances
I'm never reluctant to lend a hand, for those in need I do understand
People are born with tempting desires, love and compassion is what you require
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Continue readingPeace is a Masterpiece !
by mv venkataraman
Please give and take peace,
Ease others during life-lease,
Knees-bending need no fees,
Cease to hate, love you seize !
M V Venkataraman
do you have a heart?
by Odelia Grace David
It’s cold, really cold.
“Gosh you talk a lot,”
“Philosophy, politics, just shut up.”
Not a snow cold, or a sweater cold.
Maybe it's not the weather that's cold, thought about it?
Maybe it's your heart, or you who's cold.
“Gosh don't be so sensitive, don't overthink it.”
But if you aren't mad about it, have you heard it?
If you aren't sad, did you see it?
If you don't mind, do you feel it, do you even breath?
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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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Continue readingSublimation
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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