Charity Poems

Charity poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of charity poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on charity are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

Priority In Life

Priority In Life short poem

Aspires every one for prosperity Some slog to achieve it on priority Some dreams to get it on charity One giving priority will forego life’s beauty One taking it easy will enjoy life’s serenity The successful one will die as

True Friendship

True Friendship short poem

Like the moon can cause the waves to move, and Sun can grow the flowers, So too, a friend can fill another’s life with many golden hours. So strive your best to sow True Friends through love, through trust, through

Poems containing references to : Charity

Song To Celina

Song To Celina short poem

Her company recalls of strolls ….beneath mid-morning skies, Sheltered by canopy of clouds ….which stays but can demise, Her heart that always feels for birds ….the meaning of their cries, For bees if they have hives uncared ….so honey never

Epilogue

Epilogue short poem

You waited too much about thirty years before you can say jack robinson otherwise life like a water under the desert always played tricks on you, pushed you hunchbacked inside caverns where everything drips and leaves a small hole everything

Social Justice And Chritianity

Social Justice And Chritianity prose poem

While striving to be a good person and being socially concerned I do not believe in utopia. I do not believe in the perfection of man on this earth. I do not believe man can make a just and good

Unloved Leaflets

Unloved Leaflets short poem

There comes a time when my frustration scales On seeing the heap of trash that smoothly trail Along with me, in my about to explode handbag, So much unwanted stuff, no time to clean, compelled to drag. So I start

Money For Nothing

Money For Nothing long poem

Money for nothing, oh yes, please Give me lots of money and please don’t tease Can’t wait for my numbers to be drawn to decide my fate I’m sure a lot of you can relate I will spend it recklessly

Happiness Happens

Happiness Happens short poem

Let me recount, in how many ways happiness Happens, In the early hours of morning, sunrays touch your face When the birds chirp and twitter, When the wind blows and water flows. All the noise, and all the silence that

You Bloody Beauty

You Bloody Beauty long poem

Tan riding pants, old big strong leather boots, Wears the man who sits staring at ashes and coals, A look of confusion, of loss and of grief, Written on his face for generations to come. Barren ground, in a drought

Guiled ‘me’…

Guiled ‘me’... short poem

That is how I injured myself desiring the right thing, extracting the reason from charity. I will now pluck off the rage, the silence, the exotica from the frozen valley. Words will become my foes swimming in your eyes. I

Rich And Poor

Rich And Poor short poem

Penniless, I get up in the morning having eight hours of sound sleep feeling fresh and happy. don’t you feel I am rich in spite of being Poor ? Milliner, I get disturbed sleep the whole night and get up

Little Stone

Little Stone ballad

Little stone on the road, Why you’re always been ignored? Millions of people step you along, Is that the place you really belong? Little stone on the ground, What do you feel when someone kicks you around? I know you’re

In Selfish Vein

In Selfish Vein short poem

What was the idea of charity, when you were hiding yourself from you? Was it a non-existence? Or you were writing an unseen anthology? Was that your kin choice for a reciprocal pain, inflicted in dark? Between right and wrong

Hello Pumpkin

Hello Pumpkin ballad

Hello Pumpkin. My sweetest devoted country bumpkin. You don’t half bring the sunshine when I feel like sleeping in a fridge. Hello dearest Pumpkin in time you play the pleasant hoots from a pleasant piped piper making rats do comedy

Clustered

Clustered short poem

Was busy carving out the white clouds like stanzas, unflawed. Now I begin to fall apart. No meaning was left in a drink. You could see only your image drowning in a scented charity. At last I am watching myself.

Rest In Pieces

Rest In Pieces prose poem

Walking through the twilight between reality and myth Stepping in the shadows of cross and monolith Chinese whispers running through religious verse Fairy tales told from baptism to hearse Children kneel, hands clasped with bowed heads Praying for angels to

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Sleepwalking

Sleepwalking short poem

Well there’s a chimpanzee playing in my flower bed, there’s a ghost in my attic raising mortal hell, I must be going crazy ‘cuz I haven’t even taken any pills and this can’t be real, I tell myself you know

Wild Love

Wild Love short poem

With fondness I recall love that was: Lyrical like the breeze that kisses my forehead, That tanned my skin is pleasant warmth! With drums and tantrums they celebrated the union of two souls, And then the matriarchs spurned the love

The Ruined Man

The Ruined Man short poem

You say you are at war You say you are battle worn You say you have gone all dark All weary and filled with scorn You say she took your life away You say you are left with nothing at

The Heart

The Heart short poem

Come let’s tour my heart, let’s see what’s inside, some things are broken apart, and some things I had to hide, please be careful of the doors you open, countless ending tears so the floors are soaken, see the lacerations

You, My Angel!

You, My Angel! short poem

“Don’t whisper something in my ear, So sweet your voice be, that I’ll collapse, Together we be, just you and I, till eternity, No worry, no care about the time lapse. Don’t you appear in the bowl of my eye,

What Has To Stay

What Has To Stay short poem

Like I want to erase the fear before I light a remote fire in the blue veins. Actually this was the crisis of self pride in manic depression seeking the anonymity of toes tracing the footpath. Becoming a paper-boat in

Good Day

Good Day short poem

Hoping for more good days. Wishing that everyday was like today. Filled with joy and excitement. But containing the sorrow and sadness. Good days come and go. Containing both the joy and sorrow. Some containing more than the other. But

Lonely Reed Swaying

Lonely Reed Swaying short poem

So, it’s true That you are down in the Dumps and people look at you Like something the cat dragged in On a rainy day. Two simple words Would sum it all up It Sucks! Deep inside, it would be

Baby God

Baby God short poem

Carrying my words in a small jewel box I was listening to silence of falling rain, to heal my truth. A blueberry moon was peeking from behind the hills. Crazy clouds started a celebration. Sometimes you want to stop in

Whisps Of Lavender

Whisps Of Lavender short poem

Across an exotic field of lavender a gentle breeze drives. Honey bees happily harvesting pollen for their owner’s hives. From flower to flower a host of butterflies flit about. Making this field of lavender come alive! Honey bees and butterflies;

Is it true that The Devil Wears Prada?

Is it true that The Devil Wears Prada? short poem

Notwithstanding the obvious and comforting Exceptions (exceptions die hard, don’t they?) The tycoons of luxury are not so different from Those operating in any other market segment. In the globalized economy, where the smart ones learn Quickly how to circumvent

She

She short poem

She waited it out as time passed by, looking at the world from the corner of her eye. They came and went like a passing tide, as she stood there silently by the side. Another rippled by her feet as

Two Little Frogs (part 1).

Two Little Frogs (part 1). short poem

Just after brunch two little frogs climbed up a tree onto a leafless branch to view what they could see They saw the sky in azure blue Clouds dotted here and there They saw the river running though they didn’t

Life’s Rules

Lifes Rules short poem

Life is fair if you follow rules Tiny tricks and tricky tools Stumble and fall, yet rise once again It’s alright to cry, but cry only in the rain Remember, what’s right to you is wrong for another Rely on

Blind Swings

Blind Swings short poem

gradients vivid, humbling I was collecting a bit of myself reading anatomy of animality spawning the hidden eggs flecks of echos scarring: reconnecting to starry night I could not hold my enraged otherself and the homely smell of gunshots orchestrated

The Empty Me

The Empty Me short poem

As empty as light and as dense as darkness. We begin, we finish and know no end. In the woods, in the crowd we remain the same and we strive for the stars holding on the sands. The beauty that

A Voice within…

A Voice within… short poem

There is a voice in me, I listen to barely. Invisible as phantom shadows, It haunts me, taunts me. I sip some poison Inebriated; It flaunts me. It knocks me off, Scissors me in two, ‘Good or evil, whose baby

Rose

Rose long poem

You whisper sweet words while you sharpen your thorns, By a spell I am called, and I pass through the doors. And they slowly close behind me in a squeaky little cry, As the sun begins to fade in the

Swan Song

Swan Song short poem

The toppled gravestones, I still count the heads. I will go with your swan song, the bond erupts. You were always sitting under the bougainvillea, waiting for the swallow. The next door summer arrives; Why did you say, it was

Beneath Laughter

Beneath Laughter prose poem

What dwells within the deepest, most utter, most core of one who laughs yet longs for truth and to be true to oneself with another human being…not hiding. But, it is being mentally, emotionally and spiritually naked. It’s frightening, perhaps

Singing Woods

Singing Woods short poem

Walking out of the body I was drowned, accepted and condoned by depth of sorrow. A wide circle of testosterone giving pardon to a sin becomes sexless. You were overwhelmed by the missed beats. Your prosaic crime of not fathering

Why

Why short poem

I listen and I hear them question “Why Me??” I overhear the way they think things should be, These are emotions I just do not feel, My feelings on this I know are so real. It’s a phrase I have

Last Night’s Dream

Last Nights Dream short poem

I don’t recall much from last night’s dream only that you were there and so was I for the first time in quite a while I remember your figure glowing in the darkness of sleep so brightly it threatened to

Loneliness

Loneliness prose poem

Loneliness is what I call the monster that hides in the corner. Waiting for that moment to strike. Staring at me with those glaring eyes. Those glaring eyes that are the only eyes that can actually see my soul. They