Poems and Poetry

kindness poems

Kind Words | A Poem by Roy Pullam

Words like leaves
Drop in a pile
Of inconsequence
Shuffled aside
By faulty memories
Of relevance
Others clog the drains
With their hateful intent
Bunching
But not decomposing
They linger
Without letting
Things pass
Let my words
Be brilliant gold
Or flaming orange
Offering beauty
And a sense
Of well-being
And let them be
If only for a season
Worthy
Of the notice


The Power of Touch | A Poem by Richard Kalfus

Touching others has profound meaning.
It shows to others that you care
to share both another’s joy and sadness.

A teachers’ touch to a troubled child.

A father talking to a teenage son,
discovering love for the first time.

A homeless man with a sign, “Need money for food,”
welcomed both my five-dollar bill
and my compassionate touch on the shoulder.

An aging parent who no longer knows who you are,
But feels your love and understanding
through your embrace.

A call to a grieving friend at the loss of a child
receives your touch through a consoling voice.

Women no longer have the exclusive right
to touch both men and women.

Men today may touch a long-time friend
as a sign of an enduring bond.

Medical experts all agree:
medication in tandem with a compassionate touch
can often effectively heal both
the physical and the emotional.

Never forget that by touching,
you receive a gift to yourself.

A young man approached me
when getting gas.
I did not recognize the man,
but he knew me.
This once homeless man,
now well dressed…
shook my hand and said,

“You helped me turn my life around,”
Was it my money or my touch?


A Little Boy Who Won’t Go Away | A Poem by Donal Mahoney

He’s at least 70 now and has
never forgotten his childhood.
He lives with that child every day.
He remembers that Thanksgiving Day
his family had parched field corn
for dinner that he can still taste.
Nothing else in the house to eat.

He remembers his church buying
clothes for him to wear to school.
And he remembers walking to class
through snow with holes in his shoes,
hatless and gloveless, in a windbreaker.
But he got high grades, studied hard
and won a scholarship to college.
He spent his life as a teacher, married
a fine woman and had a good life.

But that little boy never goes away
and has made him promise he would
do everything he can to see that
children in his community never
have to eat parched field corn
not turkey on Thanksgiving Day.
He’s old now and retired but still
goes back to his old school five days
a week to see if some child has a need.
A Crossing Guard can always tell.

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A World Too Dark Too Often | A Poem by Donal Mahoney

Julie owns a cat that roams.
Recently he’s been stopping at
Jack and Brenda’s house where
Brenda’s mourning her cat’s death.
Brenda cries except when Julie’s cat
comes around. Tuffy is his name

When Tuffy visits Brenda’s house
he never wants to leave.
He thinks he’s gone to heaven.
He gets tuna, milk and a
forever petting that turns his
purring up full throttle.
Brenda loves to hear it.

Jack finally tells Julie her cat’s
bonded with his wife and
he doesn’t know what to do.
He takes Tuffy home and the cat
comes back again the next day.
But Julie isn’t disturbed at all.
She visits Brenda and tells her
Tuffy’s your cat from now on,

a gift from one heart to another.
Brenda weeps with joy and starts
petting Tuffy who drools and purrs
like a train coming out of a tunnel.
Jack’s amazed to see the light
one act of kindness can shine
on a world too dark too often.

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