#empathic poems on Hello Poetry

Man Jan 30

Fight the fight, and
Rage into the silent night.
Bid goodbye only to
Hubris. Trust in instinct,
Trust in insight.
What you know and can prove,
Not what you hope inside.
Love, guard, and take the word of
Those who are allies;
Act only in turn, when you are more wise.
Barter acting in plain sight with guise;
It is not the sacrifice of advantage,
Nor the trade of surprise.
Keep to your bonds, keep to promise;
Protect the people, protect the country.
Protect the planet; nature, everything.
Uplift virtue, promote democracy,
Prioritize education, ensure & expand rights

Love your neighbor like a brother,
Cherish your community;
Across collective nations,
We can have paradise

#existential #idealistic #optimistic #cynical #heartfelt #platonic #justice #confessional #empathic #hopeful

Cole Sep 2019

Empathic Problems

You are sad. So am I
When you are happy, as am I
You like me?
I guess I like you..
You stopped liking me.
Great! I didn't like you.
Somebody's lonely. Cause I feel it too.
Someone is scared, I am too.
They are shy, as am I
I feel their pain.
That boy is frustrated, I am too.
I see the way she looks at you.
I feel her love in my heart.
I don't want to. I just do.
I wish I wasn't like this.
I want my own emotions.
It's never normal,I feel what they do.
Being empathic *****.
I don't wanna be anymore.
I wish I had my own emotions.
But I never have
Now I think and realize
It doesn't matter.
I can have both.
Mine and theirs.
Theirs and mine.
I can feel like me.
I can feel like them.
I am who I am.
It's kinda like a superpower.

-3nwlry

#empathic #emotions

Jack L Martin Aug 2018

Empathy

Envelop me with feelings
feelings never felt
felt as soft as velvet
velvet whispers of emotion
emotion that envelops me

Heart filled with tears
tears of passion and emotion
emotional waves that overcome
overcome me with beauty
beauty that lives in my heart

#empathy #emotion #empathic

Jason Drury Jul 2018

Blood Quill for the Empathic

Let’s get this straight.
I could write this,
using visual metaphors.
As architects build,
or painters paint.
Instead, my blood boils,
with oil and **** at the thought.

Poems are a release,
for the empathic.
I could tell you,
nothing is something.
How there is always,
light in darkness.
But, most importantly,
love is cruel.

I could look to,
Emily or Li-Young.
Study the beautiful words
and the mastery of pen.
I protest and reject this,
I will break my rhythm.
Then I will cry,
self-doubt and blood.

You see the word emotion,
is the world to me.
Absorbing as a typhoon does,
all the good and bad.
I could proclaim,
that this is a gift.
To me it is torture.

Even as I write this,
it fills my glass.
Hot magma rises,
boiling to the top.
It will ******* spill over.
I want it to.
The release will feel empty.
Vacant.

There is nothing more,
I could say or jot.
Scribble my protest,
to the heavens.
Why do I feel?
How do I feel?
Why do I feel this much?

#writing #poems #feeling #hate #writer #poetry #love #empathic #angry

Mandii Morbid May 2018

The Fool

It's long past time for me to evolve.
I need this crippling weakness inside me to absolve.
All these emotions plague me-yours, theirs, and my own.
Always hating myself when these stubborn tears are shown.
Just go the **** away, I want to be alone.
That pitiful voice inside my mind is calling out for help again.
**** it, shut it down, for it's my greatest sin.
My heart is a growing burden, I just want to let it go.
I shudder, shake it off, and hope they'll never know.
I feed my need to reinvent the soul.
Tear it all apart until it's no longer whole.
These changing faces always take their toll.
You're never getting what you want,
When you're always putting up a front.
It's getting so unclear, who is the true me.
Between who I only want to be.
Can they see?
As I slowly start to disappear.
Who I used to be until she's no longer here.

#evolve #grow #fool #tarot #empathic #confused

JG Fletcher Jun 2015

Internal Strife

A spectrum
of colors
Perceived as emotions
Persist primarily

Entirely awestruck
Woven into
Lacking sustenance

Complications
Expenses
Weariness
All follow suit

Exchanges are terse
Privacy is nonexistent
And it leaves one to wonder
"Am I alright?"
"Is this all over?"

#introspective #empathic

Steele Jan 2015

Write About A Friend

I don't know what you think of the word "wicked";
but where I come from it's a funny thing. It doesn't mean evil or sad.
We say "That's wicked cool." It's meaning rings the same as, "That's the ticket!"
Wicked means more; and more hope can't be all that bad.

I guess what I'm saying is, you're "Wicked" nice.
Despite your talent, your wall is full of other people's "Hope".
Vanity is certainly not your choicest vice.
Empathy, perhaps, would better fit the scope.

Your story's still being written down; I'm not sure where that path will stray.
I don't know if it will end in fire or ice- or if either would suffice-
but were Robert Frost here, (and from my home town) he'd say
"I've heard the name. That chick's wicked dope."
Thanks for being Wicked Cool, Wicked Hope

I've been meaning to thank Wicked Hope for being such a caring and kind member of the community, particularly in regards to all the encouragement and empathy she's given me over the past week. Since the challenge is out, it might as well be a public thank you.

In the famous words of Ron Burgundy, "Stay Classy"
Cheers,

Steel

#kind #thanks #challenge #classy #empathic #joecole #wickedhope #stayawesome #yourethetops #writeaboutafriend

Jordan Harris Jul 2014

Freak or Empathic

There is a difference between knowing and understanding.
You know how I feel because I have told you;
I explain my emotions
and you chose to listen.
I understand how you feel because I live it.
You do not tell me,
but I understand
exactly
the emotions
that course through your
body and mind and soul.

I never chose this.
And I never wanted it.

When I tell people I am an empathic
they mostly roll their eyes.
They have no idea what I am talking about,
until I touch their skin
and relay
every emotion
of their
whole
lives.

Then they call me freak.

But I cannot help it.
Anything that feels pain I feel pain for.

When your teeth sparkle in laughter's sunlight
mine twinkle under the changing moon.
When your skin turns searing red with rage
mine glows white hot as a smith's hammer.
When your lungs burn from submerged depression
mine are right there
waiting
to release their final breathe.

There are those
who turn and marvel
like I am some otherworldly being
meant to be shoved in a glass cage
and goggled at in a zoo.
They tell me it is a gift to understand.
To that I say:
this world is no utopia.
How would you like to see every flaw?
How would you like to drown in the ocean of tears?
How would you like to experience your skin raw from all the fury?
How would you like feel the ragged edges of scars
raised as far as they were cut
with every curious brush of your fingertips?
You wouldn't.
This is no gift
unless from Hell.

In my lifetime
I have tried to make it
so the world doesn't hurt
so that I don't hurt.
Now I know;
I can't.

I can't whip the tears from each child's soft chin.
I can't massage the ice from each man's shriveled heart.
I can't dowse the flames from each woman's fiery tongue.
I can't.

The only thing I can do
is change my position within this world
in an attempt
to heal my scars.

And I am not sure which soothes my pain more:
surrounding myself
with those from whom I receive the most
sorrow and anger and dread
because they
understand me;
they can help,
or
engulfing myself
within the entourage of those who always smile:
to drown out all the pain
and push the world aside.

#personal #empathy #freak #empathetic #empathic

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