Sympathy Poems, Poetry about expressing Sympathy

Accept My Sympathy

In all sincerity,
It is a pathetic pity.
I merely offer sympathy,
With such velocity.
This sadness born out of the blue,
That decides to levy itself on you.
In your fixed stillness,
I sense your illness,
Accept my sympathy.
You lost a pet,
Somebody made you upset,
Accept my sympathy.
You lost a friend,
Your broken heart is yet to mend,
Accept my sympathy.
You were once abused,
Possibly at times wrongly accused,
Accept my sympathy.
You marriage is on the rocks,
You got divorced, left without a buck,
Accept my sympathy.
You lost a fortune,
Your voice can’t sing a decent tune,
Accept my sympathy.
You lost in love or lost your job,
Or perhaps at one stage got robbed,
Accept my sympathy.
Your life is a mess,
Everything around you depresses.
Whatever the circumstances,
Accept my sympathy.
And if I happen to show no sympathy,
Please accept my sympathy!

This poem was written/submitted by Chris Newlash..

I Hope You Forgive

I hope you forgive

I’m sorry if the critical eyes hurt you,
It’s not you who was meant.
The problem is me. It’s me who should change.
I know it hurts you. Looks to you negatively
But I’m sorry, its not you who was meant

It’s me who I can’t accept
To me you look awesome and funny
I even made you pure to appeal to my appreciations
Though I know that no one is

I play no rules, so I found myself the judge

If the eyes hurt you at moments
I faced that all my life
I tried to be the good. But no “you is not the one”
And to be bad, what a shame I felt
And I tried to be the mix. Well, I hope you never
Be close to snakes tongues
Till I stopped to be me, to find myself them

May be the matters will be fine
When I go away from
Or may be not.

I hope to change and till that time I hope you the best

Forgive me. I always felt what you felt
And when I hurt you
I pained more than you did

Friends, sisters, all of you
I don’t deserve your smile forgiveness or any goodness.
However, I know you can forgive
It’s better for you because one day you will need it

I hope to change and till that time I hope you the best.

This poem was written/submitted by mohammed amin.

Life is a mystery

Life is a mystery
You Never know what is going to bring,
Life is a mystery
It works in different ways, ways you might never expect.
To many is just a fun word to say!
Life is a mystery
In many different ways some may be good some may be bad.
Some will hurt some will last!
Life is mystery
Just when everything is good there is always a way to fall.
And when you get up you realice that
Life is a mystery,
And if you think this way is because you have been hurt.
Or you think life does not bring anything good.
Life may be a mystery but there will always be good times.
Always fight for what you want and never let go of your life.
It may work in many different ways but just remember
That no matter what lifes bring you always be in Gods hands!

By Diana

This poem was written/submitted by Diana.

May your heart’s wishes be soon fulfilled

Just as the soft rains fill the streams,
pour into the rivers and join together in the oceans,
so may the power of every moment of your goodness
flow forth to awaken and heal all beings,
Those here now, those gone before, those yet to come.
By the power of every moment of your goodness
May your heart’s wishes be soon fulfilled
as completely shining as the bright full moon,
as magically as by a wish-fulfilling gem.

By the power of every moment of your goodness
May all dangers be averted and all disease be gone.
May no obstacle come across your way.
May you enjoy fulfillment and long life.

For all in whose heart dwells respect,
who follow the wisdom and compassion, of the Way,
May your life prosper in the four blessings
of old age, beauty, happiness and strength.

– Traditional Buddhist Healing Blessing

Remember Me With The Quilts I’ve Made

Remember me with the quilts I’ve made that can still comfort, teach and live-on past my life.
Each stitch I’ve made was made with my love that can still comfort and guide in times of strife.
Some quilt squares of life are dark like emotions we’d not like them if they stood alone.
But together quilt tops are blended with life’s happy bright colors and flowery prints we’ve known.
It’s what we do with the colorful squares -of our quilts of our life- that help define us in the end.
Just as no quilt is perfect our life needs God’s guidance to help us heal, to grow and mend.
Pretty quilts, like your life, never just happen but require a plan, a pattern, and a vision.
But my greatest quilt to my family was my love woven through and through with great precision.
Whether the quilt of your life is a rail fence, log cabin, nine-patch or a friendship star,
It requires your detailed efforts with batting and backing and the stitches of time to go very far.
Make each stitch in your quilting of life be intentional so when your days together have been sewn.
God’s love and salvation will be reflected in our family and that may be known.

This poem was written/submitted by Craig Falkenstine.

Sympathy

I don’t need your sympathy.
I just need you here with me.
I might be dead inside,
But look at all these tears I’ve cried.
Swimming in a river of tears,
Right along with my greatest fears.
Thinking, writing, about the past.
All those good times, I knew it wouldn’t last

This poem was written/submitted by Chris Newlash..

Sympathy Poem

Sympathy is man’s soulful self-expansion.
Sympathy is God’s perfect satisfaction in man.
Sympathy does not walk along the narrow road of the human mind.
Sympathy walks only along the broad road of the divine heart.
Sympathy is a love-flower and a oneness-fruit.
Sympathy is at once man’s lighthouse and man’s treasure-island.
Sympathy is the revelation of God-Heart in man

By: Sri Chinmoy

Worthless

Worthless…That’s what you say we think are
Kept around so we appear the better
Not wanted at all
Useless. Going nowhere in this life.
Never achieving anything.
That’s what you say we think you are.

You push us away,
Further each day.
Offers of help and sympathy,
Meet with anger and shouting of
“You don’t understand! ! ! ”
But when sympathy is looked for
And none given due to what
You said last time we tried to offer help.
You cry and say we do not care.

We do care. We will help. We think the world of you.
But it is you who are pushing us away.

By: Elaine O’ Keeffe