Unknown
You'll never know,
How I feel...
Or lonely nights with tears
That fall.
You'll never know,
These grueling sessions felt.
Unless you've met each and all!
Your empathy to a degree is understood.
With a sympathy you express is shown.
But you, however...
Will never know the depth,
Churning under the surface within me unknown!
You carry thoughts
Of knowing my needs...
Even better than me!
And these teachings
Have been sadly condoned!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When Intentions Meant Are Not Mentioned
Can we share thoughts without speaking?
And how can that be validated?
If neither of us are near,
To appreciate what we hear?
No emotion I've known to feel,
Has ever been exchanged.
To have someone understand,
And comprehend...
From the outside to the inside.
Knowing what is felt,
Deep within.
Can love be shared and said is there,
But not expressed at all?
Can a broken heart be spared despair?
To not process pain,
Before any tears begin to fall?
And if those tears should fall from eyes,
Could alibis stop what is shown?
Empathy sent from distances given,
Isn't empathy whispered or a hug to convince.
Can we share thoughts without speaking?
And how can that be validated?
If neither of us are near to appreciate this...
Or witness a difference made.
When intentions meant are not mentioned...
Can relationships mend to save?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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So.. Lonely I Feel! ! !
The days were dry
the nights were scary
with those lonely dreams & thoughts
and the eyes filled with tears & sorrow
so.. lonely i feel
so..lonely i feel
everyone else left me alone
everyone else passed by
without even noticing me
as though there was no one standing
i felt like a lonely tree in the desert
so.. lonely i feel
so..lonely i feel
i wanted someone to hold my hand
i wanted someone to wipe my tears
but all the time i was
left alone with noone to help me out
so.. lonely i feel
so..lonely i feel
i wanted to screem
i wanted to cry
but had a fake smile everytime
it was a long time i had laughed
it was a long time i had smiled
i did my best to be with this world
but every time i had failed
so..lonely i feel
so..lonely i feel! ! !
poem by Priya Gupta
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No Words To Express
One day you will come to experience,
The pain others have known.
The ones who have shown this...
And walked alone.
Without heard sighs or moans.
Or signs of it on their spoken breath.
What comes to be felt,
Will find no words to express.
Or anyone able to address it.
And you then will begin to value,
The meaning and depth,
Of empathy and forgiveness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Everywhere I searched for the words [1]
Everywhere I searched for the words
to express the depth of my true love to you
and nowhere could I find it in a book,
I could not even say the right words,
I could not express how much I wanted you here,
I could not give depth to feelings of dearness,
I could not even lay my soul bare at your feet,
still you were in my deepest thoughts,
in days and nights that I was missing you;
you are in my joy and sadness.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Everywhere I searched for the words
Everywhere I searched for the words
to express the depth of my true love to you
and nowhere could I find it in a book,
I could not even say the right words,
I could not express how much I wanted you here,
I could not give depth to feelings of dearness,
I could not even lay my soul bare at your feet,
still you were in my deepest thoughts,
in days and nights that I was missing you;
you are in my joy and sadness.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Late nights and tears
Late nights and tears
~
You are always here with me
If only in my lonely thoughts
How I wish you were by my side
Your hand held in mine
Late nights and tears come and go
Seems its all I ever know
Looking for a change of this life
To find you once again
To remember what love is like
So there are no more lonely nights
How I cried how I hurt
Thinking of you in another’s arms
I lay awake and I try to dream
Makes no difference to how I feel
You are always here with me
With a love that does not die
Alone I always find late nights and tears
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Empathy And Sympathy.
Love turns to empathy when one sees God in all,
The sharing of the self in life's rise and fall.
Fostered humbleness, blooms the empathy's flower,
And with it God's bliss, spontaneously showers.
While sympathy is Ego’s hubris,
Authority of superiority finds release
Empathy is a cry for other’s suffering,
Sharing oneness with all human beings
Sympathy is worldly and mercy it may trace,
Empathy sees itself in all living face.
.
poem by Bazi alis Subrata Ray
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Not Understood
Not understood, we move along asunder;
Our paths grow wider as the seasons creep
Along the years; we marvel and we wonder
Why life is life, and then we fall asleep
Not understood.
Not understood, we gather false impressions
And hug them closer as the years go by;
Till virtues often seem to us transgressions;
And thus men rise and fall, and live and die
Not understood.
Not understood! Poor souls with stunted vision
Oft measure giants with their narrow gauge;
The poisoned shafts of falsehood and derision
Are oft impelled 'gainst those who mould the age,
Not understood.
Not understood! The secret springs of action
Which lie beneath the surface and the show,
Are disregarded; with self-satisfaction
We judge our neighbours, and they often go
Not understood.
Not understood! How trifles often change us!
The thoughtless sentence and the fancied slight
Destroy long years of friendship, and estrange us,
And on our souls there falls a freezing blight;
Not understood.
Not understood! How many breasts are aching
For lack of sympathy! Ah! day by day
How many cheerless, lonely hearts are breaking!
How many noble spirits pass away,
Not understood.
O God! that men would see a little clearer,
Or judge less harshly where they cannot see!
O God! that men would draw a little nearer
To one another, -- they'd be nearer Thee,
And understood.
poem by Thomas Bracken
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The empathy
To give alms is compassion.
To feel for one’s sufferings is sympathy.
To share one’s sufferings is empathy.
What you do to parents is compassion,
What you do to siblings is sympathy.
Your doings to offspring is empathy.
Shows empathy to others to be great.
11.09.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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No More Lonely Nights
I can wait another day until I call you
Youve only got my heart on a string and everything a flutter
But another lonley night (and another, and another)
Might take forever(and another, and another)
Weve only got each other to blame
Its all the same to me love
cause I know what I feel to be right
No more lonely nights
No more lonely nights
Youre my guiding light
Day or night Im always there
May I never miss the thrill of being near you
And if it takes a couple of years
To turn your tears to laughter
I will do what I feel to be right
No more lonely nights
Never be another
No more lonely nights
Youre my guiding light
Day or night Im always there
And I wont go away until you tell me so
No Ill never go away
Yes I know what I feel to be right
No more lonely nights
Never be another
No more lonely nights
Youre my guiding light
Day or night Im always there
And I wont go away until you tell me so
No Ill never go away
I wont go away until you tell me so
No Ill never go away
No more lonely nights, no no ...
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Not Understood
Not understood, we move along asunder;
Our paths grow wider as the seasons creep
Along the years; we marvel and we wonder
Why life is life, and then we fall asleep
Not understood.
Not understood, we gather false impressions
And hug them closer as the years go by;
Till virtues often seem to us transgressions;
And thus men rise and fall, and live and die
Not understood.
Not understood! Poor souls with stunted vision
Oft measure giants with their narrow gauge;
The poisoned shafts of falsehood and derision
Are oft impelled 'gainst those who mould the age,
Not understood.
Not understood! The secret springs of action
Which lie beneath the surface and the show,
Are disregarded; with self-satisfaction
We judge our neighbours, and they often go
Not understood.
Not understood! How trifles often change us!
The thoughtless sentence and the fancied slight
Destroy long years of friendship, and estrange us,
And on our souls there falls a freezing blight;
Not understood.
Not understood! How many breasts are aching
For lack of sympathy! Ah! day by day
How many cheerless, lonely hearts are breaking!
How many noble spirits pass away,
Not understood.
O God! that men would see a little clearer,
Or judge less harshly where they cannot see!
O God! that men would draw a little nearer
To one another, -- they'd be nearer Thee,
And understood.
poem by James Brunton Stephens
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Grasping Isolated
Lonely are these days
Followed by these nights,
Lonely am I,
In so many ways
So lonely am I,
That it bring tears
Casting out my inner fear
Crying only a little bit is no use
Happiness hides in the last tear
And I wept it
All that was lost becomes found…
Burning in my eyes
A shadow is floating through the moonlight.
And the night holds its breath
The air is full of emotions to feel,
And I drink in them passionately
Alone am I,
With all these feelings,
I'm Alone to wander
Alone to ponder
What should have been between us
Alone to cry
to smile
And all the while
Alone to discover
A world full of twisted beauty
The fears that I dream
of things that I should not say
But I'm alone with my dreams,
Alone each and every day
Alone in morning
Afternoon and the night
Alone without knowing...
Being alone is not right
I’m not satisfied
Thinking these thoughts like I do
When I know there is someone out there
Who is just as confused
But I’ll keep these emotions in check and hidden
This person doesn’t need to know how I felt,
And they don’t need to be forgiven
But for now...
I will continue alone
And stand alone...
For I’m not ready to have them back by my side
poem by April Swanson
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Life Is a Growth Process
What would you like for me to say?
I feel your pain?
Or...
Forgive me,
I'm feeling my own right now.
Would you like a rain check?
There is nothing super human about me.
I can express empathy and unhappiness.
And in the past you have gotten that.
But to neglect myself,
To be there for someone else...
Has been done successfully.
With a lot of ungratefulness shown in exchange.
Remember when I was there holding you?
My own tears fell like rain and out of your view.
The only thing to you I hopefully can explain,
Is this...
What you are going through,
One day will heal and your life will improve.
And how best that gets done...
Only you will know it with maturity that comes.
Life is a growth process.
Full of lonely and unshared experiences to address.
And without assistence you will recognize this...
Affecting your decisions made,
On many of those heartfelt occasions.
And that will not for you be rare.
As long as you deeply for someone else care.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When They Moan
When they moan...
They are much upset.
And beset in troubled homes.
When they moan...
Storm clouds have arrived.
And they can not hide,
Their groans.
When they moan!
Fed up by the rise of lies,
Told about but denied.
And there is no where to put aside their pride,
When they moan.
With a besetting that upsets them...
In their troubled homes.
And displeasures once unknown are shown.
As they gather to scatter chatter,
That droans.
When they moan.
In voices now condoned,
They moan.
With a groaning shown and known,
From their homes.
Leaving no one left alone,
When the moaning droans.
Aye curumba!
With a groaning shown and known,
From their homes.
Aye curumba!
Leaving no one left alone,
When the moaning droans.
Aye curumba!
In voices now condoned...
They moan.
Aye curumba!
With a groaning shown and known,
From their homes.
Aye curumba!
Leaving no one left alone,
When the moaning droans.
Aye curumba!
In voices now condoned...
They moan.
Aye curumba!
With a groaning shown and known,
When they moan!
Dedicated:
To my Latino brothers and sisters,
experiencing injustices 'anywhere'...
all one day will be well.
Your struggles have not gone unnoticed.
And your contributions are duly noted!
I love you.
~LSP~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Confusion
Waiting for the unknown,
Struggling with my composure.
Why am I so anxious?
Why am I so restless?
What am I waiting for?
What is it that I look for?
When I'm lost deep in my thoughts,
Oblivious to the outside world.
Lost in myself,
I am idle.
On the surface I appear thoughtful
But inside, my thoughts churning in confusion.
I try to think,
But cannot.
Does happiness elude me?
Or do I elude happiness?
poem by Anushna Satapathy
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Never More Than Now
I had dreams and crazy schemes
Never felt this way before
I had days when I got raged
Never felt like this before
Endless nights that end in flights
Now I feel love
Never. never. never more than now
Never. never. never more than now
Never more than now
Paralysed by vicious lies
Never felt this way before
Seen hope die and grown men cry
Never felt like this before
Shed lonely tears and heartfelt fears
Now I feel love
Never. never. never more than now
Never. never. never more than now
A thing of beauty
Lasts forever
Stretches through all time
Every endeavour
No matter how hard
They might try
To build you up
And to bleed you dry
Never lose love. never
Never lose love. never
Ever, ever, ever
Never. never. never more than now
Never. never. never more than now
song performed by by Abc
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Bedside
I twist with each terrible moan
escaping your lips in distress
while you lie prone, never alone,
to guess or stress on progress
of that mass invading you
sparked by ecology's change
to accrue tissues untrue
deranged limp in the exchange
until pulsing force vacates
through the tears welling inside
as their chemicals placate
to guide you outside doe-eyed
with papery sympathy
numbing such churning decay
to quake me with empathy
this day as you drift away.
poem by John Weber
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Many Tears Keep Falling...
Many tears are falling...
And do not disappear,
From all the eyes crying undried.
And...
Making it so clear,
There is a weeping...
Behind the windows,
Gone unknown...
From whomever,
Crys alone.
Tears are falling...
And not known to be shown.
From eyes that may be open,
But flowing alone in homes.
With a weeping behind closed windows.
To be falling in deep sadness...
No one hears but gone condoned.
And these tears keep falling...
And not known to be shown.
From eyes that may be open,
But flowing alone in homes.
Many tears are falling...
And do not disappear,
From all the eyes crying undried.
And...
Making it so clear,
There is a weeping...
Behind the windows,
Gone unknown...
From whomever,
Crys alone.
And these tears keep falling...
And not known to be shown.
From eyes that may be open,
But flowing alone in homes.
And these tears keep falling...
And not known to be shown.
From eyes that may be open,
But flowing alone in homes.
And these tears keep falling...
From whomever,
Crys alone.
Many tears keep falling...
From whomever,
Crys alone.
And these tears keep falling...
From whomever,
Crys alone.
Many tears keep falling...
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Is Precious
This is precious.
And, the freshest yet.
The surface is golden,
With more of it...
In it's depth!
Yeah.
This is precious.
And, the freshest yet.
The surface is golden,
With more of it...
In it's depth!
Yeah.
People should be more expressive,
With more of that shown...
From a depth.
Yeah.
People should stop their feeding,
On more nonsense that will upset.
Yeah!
People should spend time finding,
More happiness for them to get.
And forget about a past to sack and pack,
Yeah!
People should be more expressive.
With more of that and from a depth,
Yeah.
People should expand their minds...
But they want to find that which upsets.
Confessing unhappiness and their regrets,
Yeah.
This is precious.
And, the freshest yet.
The surface is golden,
With more of it...
In it's depth!
Yeah.
People should be more expressive.
With more of that and from a depth,
Yeah.
People should expand their minds...
But they want to find that which upsets.
Confessing unhappiness and their regrets,
Yeah.
People should be more expressive.
With more of that and from a depth,
Yeah.
People should expand their minds...
But they want to find that which upsets.
Confessing unhappiness and their regrets,
Yeah.
This is precious.
And, the freshest yet.
The surface is golden,
With more of it...
In it's depth!
Yeah.
This is precious.
And, the freshest yet.
The surface is golden,
With more of it...
In it's depth!
Yeah.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fade
I try to breathe
Memories overtaking me
I try to face them but
The thought is too much to conceive
I only know that I can change
Everything else just stays the same
So now I step out of the darkness
that my life became 'cause
I just needed someone to talk to
You were just to busy with yourself
You were never there for me
To express how I felt
I just stuffed it down
Now I'm older and I feel like
I could let some of this anger fade
But it seems the surface I am scratching
Is the bed that I have made
So where were you?
When all this I was going through
You never took the time
To ask me just what you could do
I only know that I can change
Everything else just stays the same
So now I step out of the darkness
that my life became 'cause
I just needed someone to talk to
You were just to busy with yourself
You were never there for me
To express how I felt
I just stuffed it down
Now I'm older and I feel like
I could let some of this anger fade
But it seems the surface I am scratching
Is the bed that I have made
I never meant to fade...
Away
I NEVER MEANT TO FADE
I just needed someone to talk to
You were just to busy with yourself
You were never there for me
To express how I felt
I just stuffed it down
Now I'm older and I feel like
I could let some of this anger fade
But it seems the surface I am scratching
Is the bed that I have made
I try to breathe...
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