Compassion Poems - Page 3

Black is
Black is as beautiful as a bed of milky white clouds.
Black is as beautiful as soft as a newborn baby hair.
Black is as beautiful as standing up for what is right.
Black is as beautiful as trying on grandmother's classy hats.
Black is as beautiful as you and I saying Hi!
Black is as beautiful as two sisters walking hand in hand.
Black is as beautiful as wading in a pond on a hot summer day.
Black is as beautiful as you holding your baby for the very first time.
Black is as beautiful as saying I miss you.
Black is as beautiful as going fishing with your dad.
Black is as beautiful as calling your mother on her birthday.
Black is as beautiful as two brothers playing basketball.
Black is as beautiful braiding your sister's hair.
Black is as beautiful as grandpa taking you to the park.
Black is as beautiful as the sweet sound of a saxophone playing.
Black is as beautiful as eating mom's never fail caramel cake.
Black is as beautiful as the bright rising sun.
Black is as beautiful as a simple kiss placed on the forehead.
Black is as beautiful as lilies on Easter morning.
Black is as beautiful as saying I love you.
Black is me and I AM BEAUTIFUL.

Focus on self only makes
the world a dreary place to live.
But you make it a brighter scene
when you find a way to give.

Share with random strangers,
not only those you know.
It's by practicing such kindness
God's love in you will glow.

Be sure to give to people
who have no means to repay.
Such will always return to you
in the most unexpected way.

Practice giving to friends,
if only to make them smile.
Doesn't matter if they have it all.
It is a gesture worthwhile.

Be generous with your folks.
Kindness to outsiders alone;
Just how hollow would it be?
For charity begins at home.

Leave a gift for someone
who won't find out it's from you.
Directing all the glory to God
makes giving pure and true.

When you find a way to give,
you sow seeds of joy around.
You leave behind a scent of hope
and make the light of love abound.

Help the homeless,
Feed the poor.
A job's a job,
Even sweeping floors.
Know who has your back,
Know those who lack
To help you when you're down.
Keep the ones
Who try to turn your sad day around.

It's a small world.
Everything you do
Has an impact.

Always try.
Even if you cry,
I'll be there,
Won't even lie.
Call me when you're down.
I'll be there
To turn your day around.

I ache with this...
words scream out of my mouth with no meaning.
No sounds compare to the things I seem to say.
I am sorry.
It is never as mean as it seems to be,
although my disparity wilts this rose.
Unfortunately I cannot soak up all the positivity that sways my way.
This is not me.
Anger does not fill these young veins.
Hatred should not live in my bewildered heart.
Never should I have endured this pitiful feeling,
this feeling that holds me back so much.
With wild acts of my virtue,
I open my arms because no one knows the truth.

So let me show you me!

I sing because I love to.
I write because it is my passion
I love too easily,
and I forgive others before I forgive myself.
I hate not knowing what the future brings,
yet it spikes my curiosity.
I get shy, but never for too long.
I want others to feel my difference.
I seek the diversity in life,
and I embrace all that meets my face.

I am sorry those of you who do not know me.
Life never ends,
and there is plenty of time
for all to see the reality of it all.
Let me smile for every reason and not just one.
Let me speak without hesitation in my voice.
Let me be who I am without judgment of our cruel society.
Let me yell out loud and have all join me because we are all one.
So put the past behind and look forward to what tomorrow has to offer.

The dream of getting out.
We live in a place where fear walks around like a school yard bully.
It's in our face every minute of every day.
There is a nothingness about fear.
We move about our world, trying to avoid our fear.
But it's everywhere we go.
We hide it, disguise it.
Store it away.

Darkness creeps in.
At first, it's oh so beautiful.
There is no fear.
A line.
It's crossed.
Time passes in shades of gray.
Everything pure is lost.
The child cries out for the light.
Cries so loud, but only to a deaf ear.
But, what a dream.
The dream.
The dream of life beyond the darkness.
How to attain it?
An outstretched hand.
A hug.
Welcome.
Hope brings with it a smile.
The smile warms a frozen heart.
What was once gray explodes into color.
A stair well appears.
First one, then two, and slowly to the third step. Must keep going.
We find solid ground in which to stand.
We ascend the fourth step.
And then the fifth disregarding the fear.
We walk right through .
We continue the journey one step at a time.
No need for getting out.
I'll stay right here.