Poems about Sympathy poems

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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Accumulated humanityBlended with hi-power beauracracyEducation for rural localityCordiality and honestySincerarity policyAlso with royalityTo enhance healing povertyBeing flexibality exemplifi

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

Calls are from relatives to come and stay.Helps are from relatives, with means unasked.We, the couple, are fresh with the cancer.Maybe they fear they might miss us soon.05.06.2013Author: Rm.Sh

As much as you want to believe itthere is not sympathy in this worldThe only thing that god wants for us is that we die in our own painto suffer the mistakes that we have madeto feed on our blood

Softened clouds of dismay are arranged periodically in systems of disarray.Lasting thoughts coalesce and brew many new ideas of imagination.All of them taking me into tunnels of reminiscence and