Sympathy Poems
Life Is A Privilege
by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Life is a privilege. Its youthful days
Shine with the radiance of continuous Mays.
To live, to breathe, to wonder and desire,
To feed with dreams the heart’s perpetual fire,
To thrill with virtuous passions, and to glow
With great ambitions – in one hour to know
The depths and heights of feeling – God! in truth,
How beautiful, how beautiful is youth!
Life is a privilege. Like some rare rose
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Poems Of Joys
by Walt Whitman
O TO make the most jubilant poem!
Even to set off these, and merge with these, the carols of Death.
O full of music! full of manhood, womanhood, infancy!
Full of common employments! full of grain and trees.
O for the voices of animals! O for the swiftness and balance of
fishes!
O for the dropping of rain-drops in a poem!
O for the sunshine, and motion of waves in a poem.
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Realisation
by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Hers was a lonely, shadowed lot;
Or so the unperceiving thought,
Who looked no deeper than her face,
Devoid of chiselled lines of grace –
No farther than her humble grate,
And wondered how she bore her fate.
Yet she was neither lone nor sad;
So much of love her spirit had,
She found an ever-flowing spring
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Womanhood
by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
She must be honest, both in thought and deed,
Of generous impulse, and above all greed;
Not seeking praise, or place, or power, or pelf,
But life’s best blessings for her higher self,
Which means the best for all.
She must have faith,
To make good friends of Trouble, Pain, and Death,
And understand their message.
She should be
As redolent with tender sympathy
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Book Of Suleika - Suleika 04
by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
WITH what inward joy, sweet lay,
I thy meaning have descried!
Lovingly thou seem'st to say
That I'm ever by his side;
That he ever thinks of me,
That he to the absent gives
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Sympathie
by Mario Odekerken
Deine Augen sagen
was deine Mund nicht spricht.
Ich muss es nicht verstehen,
um es zu fühlen.
Ich bleibe bei dir,
ohne Eile,
ohne Urteil,
ohne Lösung.
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Sympathy
by Mario Odekerken
Your eyes speak
what your voice cannot.
I don't need to understand
to feel.
I stay with you
without rushing,
without judging,
without fixing.
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Medeleven
by Mario Odekerken
Je ogen vertellen
wat je mond niet zegt.
Ik hoef het niet te begrijpen
om het te voelen.
Ik blijf bij je
zonder haast,
zonder oordeel,
zonder oplossing.
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Losing a husband
by Sharon Morgan
A hand that is held tight,
a silent kiss
A cup of tea, a hearty meal
Someone to laugh with
and to chatter without breaks
A hug, a squeeze
Before you wake and remember
that you were dreaming of what was
A smile, a silent glance
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After the funeral
by Sharon Morgan
After the aroma of the floral displays of the day
The seamless trail of cars in tow
Accompanying the shiny black hearse
Which proudly transported
An honoured guest
In a coffin that was like no other
Preceding an entourage of fellow mourners,
Tissues wiping tears from sullen faces,
A glimpse caught through the reflection
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