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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It’s Finished

Its Finished prose poem

The burial ground should not be a place of buried treasures The bodies of the deceased are all that should be found there We brought nothing into this world, and nothing should go out Blessed are we who die in

My Mind Is Going To Blind

My Mind Is Going To Blind short poem

my mind is going to blind But It still working till night No tension, no mention It is still can surprise you ee My mind is going to blind Whatever go over It don’t mention more It don’t think that

A Noseless Woman

A Noseless Woman short poem

“A Noseless Woman” Once I saw a wretched woman, She was badly mistreated by a demon. She was an unfortunate wife, Her husband cut her nose with a knife. For her there was no place to hide, She sold glass

Love, By The Way

Love, By The Way short poem

There’s a stone that rests where the road bends It greets me every morning on my way to work Or so I think I watch it as I pass, and I see it watch me So stoned it looks. Oh

A Prayer Against Rape

A Prayer Against Rape short poem

God, how long will you tolerate this world? The man is turning out to be an Ape. Falling prey to his lustful desires & utter selfishness, Everyday some girl is becoming victim of rape. How a man can go to

A Sunny Wait…

A Sunny Wait... short poem

Young days start with a nostalgia for a lost freedom Anxiety was the prime suspect. As the age moves on, truth consumes the virtue. I hold this insult in the throes of conscience with tears. The dreams did not last

Invisible

Invisible long poem

What does it mean to be invisible? Is it when others have no problem talking over you during school, have no problem looking right through you into something they personally find worth paying attention to? Is it when you feel

The Lost Song Of The Heart

The Lost Song Of The Heart short poem

Today I wish to sing a song The song of song of my life Of a merrier heart And a beautiful time When love was The only cause, And being together The only dream In a winter season That never

Fireflies

Fireflies short poem

A pagan will search for antiparticles after a collective wrong: some tantric will throw up the smoke rings before the paean starts. Come, stand beside me, sadness is going to find me again on the oak tree. A hairy spirit

Every Action Is Guided By Inborn Sense

Every Action Is Guided By Inborn Sense short poem

Rear a cub of a tiger from the day one Raise him, as absolutely alone Care him, like your child Never think, he is not wild Involvedly with you, he may play Your actions, he may replay With your care,

My Help And Shield

My Help And Shield short poem

Doing well in the Land that I love, I give thanks to the God up above. If not for him, I won’t be. He comforts and steadies me. If not I’d fall apart, uncertain and drowning from provocation. I had

Stardust

Stardust short poem

Out of the cleft lip comes a muffled voice on the turn of events, to interrupt a call. Then the panic rises, the blood was oozing from the larynx. The winding mountain path goes to the end of blessing where

What The Cops Don’t Know

What The Cops Dont Know prose poem

This is told in the perspective of a young boy. When I look at my mother, I picture her grave, Untidy and old, Covered in mold. I picture the knife , Used to end her, The pool of blood, She

The Poetry Of Life

The Poetry Of Life long poem

I feel the tiredness of my years, those quiet times when breath appears in melting mosaic imagery, upon the mirrors of a sea that only calls so many names, through pious sunlit tortured flames that scrape themselves away from light,

The Independent Beauty

The Independent Beauty short poem

she looked like a spool of thread in a giant hand but she just liked to play in sand her eyes made the girl to trap her she was addicted by her soft fur the girl wanted to protect her

Lost Someone Special

Lost Someone Special long poem

This is about someone special Someone so special that any special person could be to anyone And sharing with you about this special person Makes me feel special too I look back to the times I spent with him Where

In Aloneness

In Aloneness short poem

It was a thorn in flesh before our fires met in midstream, the waterplant had become untouchable. I saw you lying behind a thin veil, like a prophet, in timeless agony. The moon had left a wreath for a failed

April

April prose poem

I will end up at the sky gates, as a thirsty spike, roving around in valleys, looking for a crippled dream. I am an almond tree, a stolen joy for a feast of phantoms. I bend to the mornings’ face,

The Power Of Love

The Power Of Love short poem

Love is the power, in the center of your soul That makes you feel needed And wanted and whole It is the force within that heals the wounds of life That eases your anguish and lessens your strife It’s giving

A Nonconformist Haiku On The Rims

A Nonconformist Haiku On The Rims short poem

Peek a soul-peeking into an unghostly, sacred ghost — in the middle of the night, in the middle of nowhere, until I find myself more flimsy than a goldfish ghost with bulging, story-telling eyes, standing, staring, balancing on the mental-emotional

Tale-bearer

Tale bearer short poem

They were counting the bullets and bodies. The severed limbs were twitching. Sometimes to go back to their owners, but the faceless torso selects a bush to hide the remains. The leaves are falling on the make shift home of

Virtue

Virtue short poem

Simple light I assume, I needed nothing more, nothing less: as I felt tired under the battered shade of a tamarind tree. Sour sweet pulp, sticky and acidic life had held me by throat; and I sang like a blue

Lost Delights Of Mine

Lost Delights Of Mine short poem

Lost delights of mine, leave me not in unknown ways And all of our dandled days in my fortune’s hand Winder cold wails the wrong of death delays When cold wind blows into my desert sands She has turned within

The Mirror

The Mirror short poem

You have given up Laid down your arms Whilst thinking that you are Still fighting, still going strong You have been blinded By the antithesis of love So much so that now you don’t even know Your ass from your