Poems about Sympathy poems

Love, friendship, and sympathy, Let all go together life after life.Let us be truthful for cultivationAnd the association of the truth.Author: Gajanan Mishra

My condolences can’t ease the pain, That you have come to feel.Nor fill the void in your heart, That often seems unreal.But it lets your heart know, That you are in my prayers.And when sorrow

The undaunted weal's for who the fealty lazes Repose these circle grovesThough mawkish and sweet and continued to see They too momentum the laden But when turns withal the thriving soundsOf chirp

You arewhat you arewhen it all wentbelly upyou arewhatyou were notget betterChampion.Author: vince gullaci

As the television played to an empty roomwe fell apart in the kitchen; cups of untouched, unsuguared conversationbrewed in my mouthbut I said nothing.You said nothing but swallowed hardand tha

In all sincerityIt is a pathetic pity I merely offer sympathyWith such velocityThis sadness born out of the blueThat decides to levy itself on youIn your fixed stillnessI sense your illnessAc

Sympathy is not operativeWhen to prey, rape, revenge, steal or rob.Sympathy would generate for victimsIf the offender is someone, not you.08.17.2017Author: Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.

Out of the rubble, And through trouble.My hopes, doubles.Weaving together, This fair weather.Evil dare tether.In mental telepathy, Feel no empathy, With sympathy.Author: Tara Shaw

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SympathyOne came to the house with a pretty speech: 'It's all for the best,' said he, And I know that he sought my heart to reach, And I know that he grieved with me. But I was t

I took out the photographs from the drawer, and laid us on the bed.I had kept them pressed like wild flowers, and now I sought a keyin each of these paper blooms, to unlock the lexicon of you.Bu