Kindness
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When people tell me thank you
a tiny flower blossoms in my heart.
And when they smile even more,
my heart begins to melt.
Kindness matters to me
Kindness matters to you
Kindness matters to us
Compassion, Inclusion
It will change the world!
People think of beauty as looks,
which will always be temporary.
You see her from the outer view and say she is beautiful looks-wise,
which she is,
but you do not see the beautiful side of her that I do.
Say your words. Say your words. But speak to me and not you. Say your words. Say your words. But speak to not diffuse. Say your words. Say your words. But speak with love and truth.
Are you desperate to be right all of the time?How much better at day's end to be found kind!.....Mark Toney © 2020.4/18/2020 - Poetry form: Couplet.
Summer means no shoes 95% of the time. Having popsicles at least 2 times a day. It's so dark that you won’t even recognize yourself pale. Staying up so late that you have to wait only another half hour until sunrise.
...I Am the stone of Kindness dropped into the sea of Humanity creating an Eternal ripple effect of Good Vibes and Love.
#MissionStatement
Dear departed soul
Everyone's heart you stole
With all those loving traits
Can't find your replicate
Penning down your quality
Trying to describe your personality
Dear Departed soul
Words can be a blessing
Or they can be a curse
They can make your day the best
Or make is seem the worst
They can bring you joy
But also bring you sorrow
So be careful what you say,
WHEREAS, the accenting mist kiss the skies
as the sun warms the snow-capped rise
I love you; and
I knew he was special
He was tame unlike the others
He walked apart
Always lost in fantasy
His eyes the color of caterpillars
His shirt wrinkled
" Paradigm Shift"
is what they have named it-
this period,
so frightening-
with all its
devastation.
But as with every change-
( transitionings'
upheaval)
there is still growth
You know, I don't want to have any anger in this world.
I want to be kinder to all people,
Because there is a lot of evil in this world.
There are more evil people than good people who are getting smaller and smaller.
You came just as the curtains were closing
When everyone left
And it was just me alone with the darkness
That's clawed hands started reaching down my throat
We've all seen the footage,
those grainy, black and white scenes
in documentaries,
the news
and watched depictions
in war movies;
POWS marching,
Jews herded to the camps,
endless lines
I was told to tie my laces,
And keep my glasses on.
That I needed to stay their paces,
Or end up mowing lawns.
"Be the best now so you'll be the best then!"
Always seemed to be my anthem.
I see the grin, a gift to me.
It quiets my inner demons.
Shattering battle of light and dark.
The simple gift is all I need to take another breath.
She wakes up every morning
To a brand new day.
She is aware of every warning,
Yet she still has a smiling face.
Here peers all around her
See the worst through the best,
But she deters
You let your mind fall apart as your kindness labels you a nutjob.
“You sit with her at a table all alone because you feel pity for her.”
Buildings of blue
Reflecting the sunlight,
Like brothers and sisters
Competing in height.
Indian, Chinese, Mediterranean,
A variety of cuisines.
The CN Tower and Rogers Centre stadium.
Seeing weary, sad,
hearing weepy, mad
touching wrinkled, old,
feeling present, bold.
Hoping I helped
in some small way
Make a difference in
someone's day.
The feeling of laughter
Of the great shining sun
While the wind dances
And nature’s song touches my ears
I find myself inspired
In my dreams I am an eagle-
I soar through the sky
My wing’s edges catch the cloud’s edges
Water collects on my feathers
And the world stares up
i believe in Jesus Christ:my savior, best friend, and greastest love
i believe i am createdtherefore one of a kind and beautiful
i believe i am a child of the one true King
You’ve heard it before,
“I feel so empty inside,”
Tis a feeling that has naught to lay its hand on your shoulder
You sympathize, maybe even compromise
I’m not a mind reader, but I know about you
It’s something you want and I do too
It’s called happiness, we all seek that gold
It’s easy to find, at least that’s what I’m told
It’s finding some money rolled in a band
An untamable spirit, fierce, full of love.
As dangerous as a hurricane, more calming than a dove.
Some claim she’s a warrior, retaining belligerence.
How does one fight for fairness without keeping score?
If you have the answers , please , please say more.
This rumbling and rattling in a vacant brain ...
It’s enough to make one wonder if they ever were sane.
I wish I would have made friends with the monster under my bed,instead of building a prejudice with the atrocities people had said.All the years I spent, running to my bed,
When I was younger
I felt very lost
I played with my toys
But didn't realize the cost
I knew I had a mission
For my curiosity to explore
I searched everywhere
But never opened the right door
Telling someone to "be kind"
What a stupid thing to do
We've been taught it since day one
Only an idiot would not know
It's something first graders learn
Average, Normal, Typical,
Who has the say to define such?
Who has the say to define beauty, class, status?
All is crafted and twined by mankind.
I DON'T THINK, OF YESTERDAY. LET'S TO THINK, WHAT IS TODAY? SUN COMES, ALWAYS, BRAND-NEW. WHY TO SEE SUN, AS GREY.
You sweet wandering child
with your soft, kind smile
and hope-stricken thoughts
oozing out your pores and
infecting those around you--
Tell me,
how have you maintained your innocence in this
You make my skin crawl
For you are unaware of your actions
you say for you are not the predator
But for me,
I am your prey.
Everyday I hide in my dark shadows
relentless searching
eye wide, hoping
who am i?
i'm searching for the undiscovered
eyes covered by blind
blinds filled with lies
my cries,
can no longer be heard.
From the first day of stepping in the school,
I felt like my life was no longer important.
I didn't know anybody and most of the students ignored me.
A few months went by and I lost all of my tools.
I used to know a girl
sad and bare was she
she cried all the time
and never thought
about the bright side
Hope had abandoned her
her spirit destroyed her
she never knew what to do
Between the lines I see light
But any type of light it's the kind of light
That you would want to touch
That you can imagine what it would be like to be in that area
Seventeen in English class
My ex-boyfriend has assaulted me in the future
And my friend eats pills that make him see red
In a metaphorical sense if you didn’t understand
I’m writing poetry for my teacher
why do we see
such earthly beauties
as such monsters?
why do we say they are cold blooded
lacking emotion
and feeling?
Thy kindnesses are to me sweet
As a barbed rose, which I grasp ungloved
To learn that I was unloved
By thee was to my soul a frosty defeat
But my heart scarce can dwell in conceit
On a warm summer day, a young child was walking with her parents through the New York City shops. A crisp 20 dollar bill was clutched in her hand, ruffling in the slight breeze as she skipped happily about.
Dear God,
I love You. Very Very Much
I love You because You first loved me
There’s no Love greater than Yours, I’ve never heard of such
To
The old man in the wheel chair at the art gallery last month,
You said I was in your way, and then you called me ignorant,
And I wanted to say I'm sorry,
But I knew my words did not make up for it.
Dear Love,I know you will come somedayBut it's hard to wait for you.I know I will be happy somedayBut it's hard to see that now.
True kindness is a gem
You only experience it a handful of times in your life
When you experience it, it's like a rose
Or maybe, a rose garden
Dear You (yes, YOU, reading this),
when they write us down in history, what is left to remember us by?
will it be the rumble of our cars passing by? spewing posionus gasses that will fill our infant's eyes.
Dear Me From Last Year,
hi.
yes, it's you.
this seems strange.
i am aware. but do not be
afraid; i bring good news. you
see, you have things that
are waiting on you;
Man, her smile is so big, why is she so happy?
Why is she always smiling?
She sits alone, always looking in her phone
But what they didn't know is that there is a battle going on
Jesus Name is so Sweet.
He is Immanuel
That means God is with us, so all is Well
Let me say it again, Happily, I repeat:
Jesus Name is so Sweet.
Small babe crying,
Father's denying
Her very existence
While Mother is sighing
Is this love?
She develops in uncertainty
Basking in apathy
The result of a broken home.
with you
there’s no need for explanations
and no misinterpreted expectations
with you
there are no fears
It is one moment that changes a life.
I don't care about landmarks;
This isn't what I speak of.
In my head, there are echoes of kindness,
Whispered softly but still heard.
Tomorrow's not a given, darlin', so please watch what you say. If you regret harse words intended to hurt, take 'em back today.
Who is this faceless man I wonder
The one who plagues my dreams
I dont see him but I sense him
I may not see this faceless man
But, I still know he's there
He walks beside me
Him and Her.
You shouldn't fix what's not broken,
unless your in denial,
but I don't want to admit,
Society states that we have to love
With only the finest amount of qualities.
Amazing looks and raw power, but nothing else can be above.
Or else, ‘romance’ is dead.
he slides his arms around my hips,
we sway softly, lips to lips -
the words come quiet in the cold,
but we are warm, and we are home.
"I'm sorry if I was sharp with you:
but it's just because you descovered something broken."
I'm sorry if I ever yelled at you."
but it was just to cover that I'd flinched as you'd spoken."
Where have the days gone
The ones seen in those old movies when sticks and stones were the tools of torture
The ones where pain could be seen by others
Where the scars were physical
First, they robbed, killed, and enslaved the Arawaks,
They smothered the indigenous with Smallpox blankets,
And they built an economy on the scarred backs of slaves.
Then they blazed a trail of tears,
yesterday i saw packs of zebras travel
across vast lands to kill each other
over who gets to run on which land
the day before that i saw hummingbirds fly
across vast lands to kill each other
America the Great?
Really...how do we rate?
There are homeless and poor...
So we could do more
to aid and to feed
to help those in need.
There also are wars, hate, crime and pollution.
Remember, Remember how America was great although there was terror
Remember the Roosevelts and Honest Abe, what they contributed and oh, how they were aware
Perfume
wore brave faces
damp with worry.
During familiar hugs
she cried.
Years of cologne
waved
Locks of the true unknown
lifting off of me like a thrown.
Luscious lust of what we cannot have
yet nothing more than a tangled past
The world is kind to let you pick your own poison
Misery holds you underwater like an anchor
Courage seeps through our skin, burning us alive
Truth is a deadly pillow with a silver lining
Most feelings are materialistic,
like receiving a gift or being complimented,
or getting a splendid grade on a test,
or wearing a nice outfit that day.
I desire deeper feelings.
There is something about
The way it feels
To make another person smile
To make someone feel good
There is something about
The way it feels
To make someone feel important
Today is the day,
the day to rise.
Rise above all that has been lost, all that has been done.
I have been told that hope is lost.
I believed that all hope was lost in this imperceptible darkness
It might just be the perfect day,
It could also be the worst.
But does it really, really matter?
Of happiness I constantly burst!
It comes from the warm cup of coffee
What energizes one in early morning?
The favorite song drifting through the air
The symbol that the day is not for mourning,
But the beginning of the new, awakened by the music blare
I rise not for the sole purpose of
Having some place to be- which I do,
But rather, because I want to.
Slouching
They already know
Head down
They already know
Talking slow
They already know
No matter what I say
They will know
I am having a bad day
They take me
Walking souls, not discovered,
No one knew their names,
They yelled until their lungs gave out
and silence came through their vains
told they couldn't be
dreams flushing out like toxins through them,
How does one define humanity
How can I define human nature
The human condition that knows hate ever passionately
but also unconditional kindness
How can I explain fickle minds that
This day in particular
Was really quite gray
The guy next to me sighed
Hey, you okay?
I replied that I was fine
I gesured him to go away
Yet, he wiped the tears from my eyes
Our words will stumble from my memory,
and I will not feel any emptiness
When the sun's light sees her own reflection
In me.
And then I will miss you no more
I will walk with quiet footsteps;
One thing.One thought.One idea.
I am not a poetBut I know whatI really need.
People.
I need to believeThat each of my actionsImpacts people.
People.
This estranged lump of earth
softens underfoot
with thoughts of their compassions
For I was once among them
and knew their truths
Oh that mortal virtue!
The world is crying
cause children are starving
while inside your dying
and you can't stop the heartache
the dealers are buying
the people are lying
but you can't stop trying
to fight it
Gentle, patient, always kind
never out of sight, never out of mind
We create
Although sometimes we lose
Often we fight for it
But more often we can't choose
One day I wore red lipstick to feel beautifulAnd when I say red I meanthe color of a ripe strawberryThe color of fresh oozing bloodThe color of fire trucks wailing to extinguish the fire
"It brings me joy to see the sun rise
As it warms over the world
It touches my heart to see a stranger
Bring a stray in from the cold
Because small acts of kindness
Will be big someday
Kindness should be easy,
love should have no end.
Forgiveness should be effortless
especially to a friend.
Good should be our moral guide
Faith should concur fear
Integrity should be infinite
It's Kind
It Knows No Enemies
It Thinks No Evil
It Rejoices Truth
It Believes All
It Never Fails
It's not Faith or Hope
It's Love.
people with depression aren't lazy
people with anxiety aren't rude
people with mental illness aren't crazy
people with suicidal thoughts are boo'd
it's like i can't get through
with a fucker like you!
"Can I have the-"
"The 5 dollar footlong? Yes, you may sir!"
He chuckles softly every time I finish his order for him
His name is Lorenzo and he lives down the street in his 'man cave' as he likes to call it
.
pain, tears, and suffering
disappointment in yourself
and others’ disappointment in you
anger, hurt, and screaming
Isn't it strange how we can have so many friends, yet feel so alone?
Isn't it strange how someone we know can become someone we knew?
Random acts of kindness to the strangers we don’t know.
Anonymously letting our secret personality show.
We are humans that have universes living within.
I think it's awesome when voices shout "injustice!"
in response to oppression and when
women don't just wash tables, but sit at them
I think it's awesome when women are supportive
Waking up from a dream feeling all bubbly
While everyone else looks at the world humbly
I get out of bed everyday with the thought
That today and no later is the day that I ought
People These Days
They are changing like leaves in the fall
And they leave you like
They don't need you at all...
I see the illumination ofdesecrationof the human kind,but when they turn off the mic
There is many bad things in this world,
Racism, Sexism, Disease, Terroism, Hunger, Homelessness,
It seems endless,
Hopeless even,
But what if I could change one thing,
In my heart
Giving to others
is the only way.
Ending the pain,
loss,
darkness in this world.
A smile,
a kindness,
this is my vow.
When I look in the mirror, I see what I see,
my desires have driven me to blind true reality.
How can I tell if my soul has progressed?
If you’ve ever loved a boy who is both out of your league and culture
Whatever he meant by that
You would know what it’s like to sit at a dining table in a home
What would I change?
Oh how vast that question is.
There is no limit to the problems in our world.
Behind ev’ry face,
There is a room;
A room filled with
Tons of drawers.
Hidd’n in these drawers
What makes me tick?
If you've got a moment go ahead and sit,
I won't be long, I'll make it quick.
The things in life worth living for are simple for me to admit.
Wanna be happy? Go do good.
The most potent medicine-
something so misunderstood.
Wanna be powerful? Be a giver.
Put others before yourself-
you'll be the bigger winner.
One thing I always ask myself is “why?” and “how could someone I don’t really know mean so much to me?”.
I was walking through school during lunch one day
when I heard at once a peculiarly snobbish voice saying
"I just don't understand it,"
and so you see, I simply had to turn and look.
MOM patient with the biggest heart <3
a care for others even after all they done wrong
gossip with intentions to cure any situation
i honor your beauty,ease you have with words are a sensation
We are, we are
Hanging by a thread
But we are definitely
Lucky we're not dead
We're not dead,
And with that said,
Let us enjoy our daily bread
And live rightfully so.
Seldom do I think your not powerfulA servant of JoyA peace initiation for the Indians of SenecaA LoveA FireA beautiful path in the light of foreverA reminder of effortless serenityPush me down
Respect yourself, for your mind and body are a beautiful thing.
Treat others kindly, for there are words that can feel quite a sting.
Don't take anything for granted, for this could be your last day.
Respect yourself, for your mind and body are a beautiful thing.
Treat others kindly, for there are words that can feel quite a sting.
Don't take anything for granted, for this could be your last day.
Ah, the good old days,
Where people laugh and smile,
And children run and play.
Kindness stays in town for a while.
Oh, the pressing present,
Where people push and scorn,
If I had the power to change one thing, it would be this:
I would change a characteristic many people have, and that is ignorance.
For we live our lives in a way that best suits us
How do you choose just one thing to make the world a better place?
Do you go big?
Or do you go small?
Is there one thing that is greater than another?
Some things don't make a big difference,
The little white bug glows and hums again,
Within it could be a sting or a hug.
Afraid to see, I reach hesitantly down
And pick up my future, past, and present.
did you know how much you mean to meor that I absolutely treasure youyour so unique in every way.I may make fun of you in every wayand pick on you for your little quarks
A whisper here a hush there
I feel the wind run through my hair
It tells me tales of our wondrous land
Of the lost good of the kind man
He helped the poor and strengthened the weak
What would I Change?
That Question of Old,
It follows, it nags, begging to dwell,
In the center of your mind,
"Think of me, Think of me, All the time!"
What would I change about the world?
There are many things, but let's give it a whirl.
This world that's filled with poisoned air and polluted lakes.
Where education runs everyone the same
The Butterfly Effect.
One act of kindness
From one person a day
Could save a life.
A couple years from now,
Someone may look back
At the act you did for them
and smile.
Making the world go round,
A piece of advice you hear everyday.
You keep turning and trying and living,
But what is that? anyway.
You try and you try
But you go no where, nothing.
One O to another
Having blessed vigor
And stunning figure
You stand out
Just right about
Just a Friendly Tiding
Far I am from you
My Brother of blood
Years have passed many days
Since we last spoke unto one another
Rebecca Shane
Riveting steel talons
Slung over your shoulders
Blood red blotches
Stain your soles
Sadly being nice is not in our blood, it is a treasured quality that few possess but all should wish for.
The people squirming
Through each other
Sprinting
Pacing
Chuckling
Weeping
Briefcases in hand
Lunging
For the office
Laptops
Cellphones
Watches
Files
Cold stares, crying children
Dirty looks and those of pity
Sadness, fear, and depression
They all tie together in this city
But everything could change
Starting with just a smile
You?
How true
Are you?
Are you lost?
In a faraway place
Where you conceal
Your true face
Oh what color?
Do you see
Yes
When you see me
Do you see blue?
Sitting at a table all alone, is a highschool boy I've never known.
People appear to not see him there, I agrily think, nobody cares.
They all walk by without a thought, of the lonely boy who is forgot.
If I had power
real power
I'd change the idea
that cruelty
is power.
Unneccessary unkindness
is a concept that I thought
had expired in middle school but
apparently not
You're sitting on bricks stacked haphazardly upon one another in the heat of the August sun.
The whole world would love,
WIthout a doubt in my mind,
No one would be above,
Everyone, a bit more kind.
Spreading happiness from soul to soul,
Instead of bringing people down-
In this day and age
Things all seem like they're going to crap.
Fires and poverty and war and death.
Hell on earth and pain come to life,
Like our eyes have been opened to what things can really be.
"You bitch, slut, freak, weirdo"
We here these words float down our hallways and out into the breeze.
So common in our daily lives that we no longer flinch from their stinging touch.
Kindness is helping make plans, pushing to chase dreams
It's helping to throw a pebble in a racing stream.
The pebble doesn't stop the stream, but when it's joined by two or three
it makes a difference can't you see.
1. Scrub your skin cleanuntil the fingerprintsof mean boysare wiped clear fromyour thighs and wrists.
Sunshine will burstthrough my ribcageand illuminate the skywith a warm yellow lightthat will pourover your skinduring yourcoldest winters.Daffodils will sprout from myeye sockets
You spend five hours of your week
teaching ME.
You spend your time
guiding ME.
You use you power
to help ME grow.
The appreciation I have to show
is something I want YOU to know.
Kindness is feeling
Pain and not wanting someone to go through that
Kindness is seeing
Someone who's hurt and wanting to help
Kindness is showing
Love and kindness
Kindness is knowing
I envy those who are blind.
I envy them because I trust too much in my eyes,
I smile with my eyes,
Converse with thy eyes,
Communicated with thy eyes,
Words can mean everything, / Or nothing. / Words bring you joy, / Or despair. / Words show you're wise, / Or foolish. / Words can give confidence, / Or heartbreak. / Words can be heard, / Or ignored. / Words can teach, / Or destroy.
I drag my feet through the halls.
Tired eyes, stress at home. Please do not fall.
Friends turned their backs.
Feeling all alone, all I needed was a good smack.
That person, who believes...believes in me.
She held my hand as a child, keeping me upright and safe. She supported me in my older years, saying, "Life is the chances you take." Now today I reminice these times, haunting me more and more. I hope, in other words, she'll always be happy
Don't live wishing for wings
When legs can take you just as far
Live life as a nomad
A sailboat without an anchor
Life is too short to allow for ordinarity
Remember opened eyes can be used to see
A caring word from the heart, or
An action done for someone else;
The ability to display affection, or
The ability to think outside one’s self.
In this world, an individual is the focus:
I have oh-so very many words to say
They build up and swell in my noggin all day.
They churn and tumble about in my head
And pester me long after I've gone to bed.
There are short words,
And l o n g words,
Kindness is infectious
It gets into your soul
It spreads throughout your body
Like cancer through a mole
You see them sitting there
Cold on the corner
You can't help but stare
But what will they care?
They've lost their dignity
They've lost their pride too
So why would they care
Ladies are like daisies. You first must plant a seed, showing them that you want whatever you have to one day bloom and blossom. Searching for the best soil for there hardened but fragile shell.
I don't understand people.
Why we go around day after day with blindfolds on. Slapping the pavement with our shoes. Not caring who or what is around us. And God forbid anything gets in the way of wherever we are going.
Lying in your arms
under thick covers
The heat of your body against mine
Banishes my feverish chills
It Starts With Cherries
Everything starts with cherries you see,
Those wonderfully sweet things
They made a smile appear on your face
But it wasn’t just because of their taste
‘Tis sweet thither sun,
atop th’ wavèd sea.
Lone candle in darkness,
from whence it hath risen.
