Broadmindedness Poems

Broad mindedness is the yardstick of one’s wisdom Broad minded is always a giver His ambition is the welfare of the needy His aim in Life is upliftment of poor Needy first self later is his motto small mindedness is

I’m sad when I’m happy, I feel good when things are crappy. I laugh when I’m upset, I remember things more when I forget. In a crowd I feel alone, It’s always the important things I postpone. I talk the

Sixteen years have passed Never a second gone by Without a thought of you in my heart This day, however makes me wonder If I loved you enough..but now you’re yonder All that I am today All that I will

Love never hurts , it only heals It is a source of eternal joy Love never takes , it only gives It soothes the soul, never annoys When life becomes complex Love doesn’t evaporate When failures come to vex Love

There are indigenous children in every basket surly shopping at 10:00 PM as if single parents have taken refuge from the pounding rain among the long aisles of cheap goods, undifferentiated blue-white light. They want to go home there’s not

Don’t let your heart become a paper boat sailing towards childhood, Towards the harbor of its never returning fragrances, Don’t float towards its crescent moons if you could, or the enchanting crooning of its past tenses. Don’t become an interpreter

The wind rushes through the fields I am but an object that sees and feels The landscape changes as weather does the deals I want to sail on clouds that blow by like Catherine wheels The light across the long

So melodious my heart Still holds on to you, Fountain of colors in your smile After the waves of silence, Your whisper upon the soft breeze Chase away all my memories, Tender feelings dwell within Many words go unspoken, I

Coffee isn’t my bean but give me tea leaves A cup of cha do la not cocoa ta no ta Brew me up chuck no Italian espresso like muck Caffeine in the shape of a tea bag in a mug

Paths of silence and Noise of the breeze, Crimson halo and golden leaves, Swaying stars and rigid trees – These were the things of my humble quiescence. Dreams anchored, With floating ice. Fuzzy gaits through hardened eyes, Barren grasses, And

As innocents mouth your name and whisper of war, In twisted martyrdom you unwisely invest. Mortality will come knocking at your door, And terrified minds will be put to rest. All the killing in religion’s name, Will guarantee a swift

Look into their eyes. Eager, wanting to know. Wanting to know what they got themselves into. Fresh faces, years before the first wrinkle. Blank slates hanging on our every word. Each time, a clean slate pregnant with potential. Each time,

To gaze at the gleam in your deep loving eyes, across the heavens I’d soar, to find the brightest burning star to warm the sweet face I adore. To you, I would give the universe, entire, just to see the

If emotions were sounds, And feelings could be heard, What would be the loudest? And would some be unheard? Huff-puff, rattle, grunts and slurs! Would we just hear random noises? Whistles, whispers, shouts and roars! Or beautifully harmonizing inner voices?

Stunning yourself, after setting ablaze, circumbulating the tied down god in center, you start a death dance for the wasted limbs. How far the self-immolation was justified for the young pond of hyacinths? And as I moved away from this

Elegant and smart With a big kind heart Sharp as a dart With a good sense of art Great from the start Full of love in his cart With an unbeatable chart Of gifting time a lot Open as a

For we are from your mercy without a scar, Form afar your mighty star. With fear in heart we do not wish to part , to set us a part. For we are from Your mercy without a scar. The

Her splendid eyes and vague murmur, whirl in my mind and thrill my heart’s core. The naughty smile emanates from her face makes me feel, a stringless kite on space. Her bosom heaving like ocean in full moon, makes me

Fire smoulders and branches crackle which smears the ground blackish grey ashen Feed these flames that rise and dance around naked orange red and blue with passion The ascension lifts hearts to warm our blood to create a vital archaic

The gentle wind blows away the blood of my face A battle that never ends , tears that never dry Gently walking over the field of stained flowers Looking up to the sky, even the sky cries Even the blue

What is Love? Is it the thing that keeps us going? Is that the reason the Earth spins? Why can it deceive and manipulate but feel so amazing? Makes me feel like the world is in my control Like all

Across dark thresholds sleep my dormant dreams, Inspired by aspects seen while I’m awake, Epitome of sweetness, my love seems, That nectar bees seek earnestly to take; A flower bloomed from primal buds of May, And nurtured in the sun,

Life is a symbiosis, relationship it makes possible, interaction among humans it creates, social system it establishes, cultural institution it builds, political arrangement to avoid vacuum, it puts in place. Life is a symbiosis, bridge it throws to span human

Through the narrow curves, of street, my mind, walked along the evening breeze; I reached Over the banks of a near-by lake, where I Used to sit in my college-days; with sweet Memories of girls, I loved, I remembered, Sitting

Mirror, Mirror, you think you know me. Showing me like an icy lady. That’s not how I want to be seen. Mirror, mirror, treat me like a queen. Why don’t you compliment my changes? I’m becoming a lovely lady. Show

When all the darkened drapes of night were drawn, And mirth has left the room, now cast in gloom, Except there played a glint, to stay till dawn, On feline eyes, that spell a rodent’s doom; But oh, how lovely

Turn on the flame Start with a smile Wait a while Stir it with fun Crack a joke Tickle a hearty laugh Whisk action One hug Few whispers Some touch Strawberry kisses Sprinkle a dash of perfume Cover on a

Life starts through her A blessing she confer A pain hard to infer a sweet ending to refer She stands strong When things go wrong With a smile and a song Filled with hope and faith along She’s is hard

Last night, I had the most wonderful dream, There was a river of life, flowing in a stream. And I looked upon, streets of pure gold, I saw The Promised Land, that had been foretold. Diamonds, Rubies, Sapphire, Precious Stones,

A solitary moon rises, behind the seven veils. unattended by stars and clouds, between yes and no, desiring nothing. turns back through the centuries. The religion to kill, refuses to stare at the tainted fatality. lying sprawled on the burdened

I would give you the glow of the fullest harvest moon on the darkest night but I am only a star! I would give you the sun from the warmest summer day but I am only darkness. I would give

Mom. You always care for me so much with warmth of your love you are so caring Mom, you always live in my heartbeats with lights of spiritualism you are so glaring Mom, knowledge of humanity and wisdom I learn

Yesterday, my dream died Perhaps it could have survived But your piercing words proved fatal and it lost the battle Now I am mourning for the loss of my only friend who took care of my hopes my torn wishes,

My lips are black, I am drunk on the hemlock, preferred by you – my life. I am still in love with pain. What not, the trial tried to break my resistance. I will walk on my hands paraplegic legs

Well and the day I met you was the day I heard Angels sing and I was under your spell in case you couldn’t tell, you gave me a new meaning to the dream of dreams as my heart lost

Here I am again to sing a prayer Invoking the gracious gods above To bless this beautiful earth of ours With gifts of unbroken peace and love . I’ll pray that there be peace on the earth In its skies

Life is full of choices, paths, right? No matter what path you’re on or what path you take next there are still choices you make that make your path easier or harder to reach you goal. If your plan is

A cascade of vibrant pink Flowing through thorny boughs Not just a vine, not just a bush But a perfect treat for the eyes Blossoming freely round the year As a real all-time pleasure Be it the scorching summer blaze

Most difficult thing in the world is to Pardon Most easy thing in the world is also to pardon Difficulty stems from the thought that the one you have trusted has deceived you Trust in him originated to the fact

Rhapsody in the Feet of Master He called me to come in his room The moment I entered into his room I felt as if I am entering In sanctum Sanctorum He sat down on his chair And closed his