Support Poems
#support
Support poems, poetry about support and encouragement. Poems about supportive relationships and providing loving support to those who need it. Here you'll find poems about selfless acts, and encouraging people to succeed, along with poems which express gratitude for support received from others.
bandit
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:33pm
Yesterday 11:33pm
real men don't cry
this is a truth and a lie
a sign of weakness
a caring heart inside
woman say I want to see him cry
that's the real lie
she needs to know your caring
she need that safety and security more
so I tell you don't do it
you can show that emotion
without weakness being shown
so let a it well up in your eyes
don't let one tear roll
a caring heart no weakness shown
she will respect you even more
a sign of weakness
a caring heart inside
woman say I want to see him cry
that's the real lie
she needs to know your caring
she need that safety and security more
so I tell you don't do it
you can show that emotion
without weakness being shown
so let a it well up in your eyes
don't let one tear roll
a caring heart no weakness shown
she will respect you even more
#relationships
#TruthOfLife
#honesty
#support
#respect
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Poetic_Quill
Poem Published
14th Apr 2021 2:13pm
14th Apr 2021 2:13pm
I’d Tap That...
I’d tap that...
I’d tap her on the shoulder
in the morning and ask if she wants toast
and scrambled eggs with her coffee.
I’d tap that...
I’d tap her arm and tell her
how much I appreciate all that she
does for our family.
I’d tap that...
I’d tap her on the waist and
and put my arms around her in the kitchen
and dance close like we used to.
I’d tap that...
I’d tap her on the leg as she
sleeps in the armchair and tell her that
I’ll make dinner tonight.
I’d tap...
I’d tap her on the shoulder
in the morning and ask if she wants toast
and scrambled eggs with her coffee.
I’d tap that...
I’d tap her arm and tell her
how much I appreciate all that she
does for our family.
I’d tap that...
I’d tap her on the waist and
and put my arms around her in the kitchen
and dance close like we used to.
I’d tap that...
I’d tap her on the leg as she
sleeps in the armchair and tell her that
I’ll make dinner tonight.
I’d tap...
#love
#kindness
#motivational
#gratitude
#support
30 reads
4 Comments
OG-Poetry
Poem Published
12th Apr 2021 7:01pm
12th Apr 2021 7:01pm
child support
heritage from a land,
of “stand tall like a man”,
your legacy and you
a sure bet,
a mini you to love,
identity a glove,
offspring is a man’s
greatest asset,
spouting the pride,
but when needed to guide,
your self-centered nature
sows regrets,
no support,
none in the mail,
always a mad rail
and tall tell to sell,
“fuck support”
is what you say,
“you go to hell”
“there ain’t no way”,
“I’ll stay in a 6 by 8
before I...
of “stand tall like a man”,
your legacy and you
a sure bet,
a mini you to love,
identity a glove,
offspring is a man’s
greatest asset,
spouting the pride,
but when needed to guide,
your self-centered nature
sows regrets,
no support,
none in the mail,
always a mad rail
and tall tell to sell,
“fuck support”
is what you say,
“you go to hell”
“there ain’t no way”,
“I’ll stay in a 6 by 8
before I...
#support
#respect
#daughter
#son
#responsibility
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MineKampf
Minart
Minart
Poem Published
9th Apr 2021 8:08pm
9th Apr 2021 8:08pm
Eternally Seen: to the Lover of My Soul: To the Love of the Soul
What is the Sense of time;
Eternally Seen on the Mind.
Of The Same Safe Set Occasion, Is the Stem of Love Hate Set Oblation
To the Core of what is Seen;
to the Love we Hate in Being.
Less then the Cause of What is a Pause.
Settling on the Things of Remorse,
Because we Speak words that Hurled; Us Into
a world that Spiraled Core to sense of the heart;
In Which we Begin the Love to Start.
Of What a Sense due dear to heart,
Is When we Love From Beginning to the Start.
And Can we Not Tell The Test Term Unknown,
Wherein...
Eternally Seen on the Mind.
Of The Same Safe Set Occasion, Is the Stem of Love Hate Set Oblation
To the Core of what is Seen;
to the Love we Hate in Being.
Less then the Cause of What is a Pause.
Settling on the Things of Remorse,
Because we Speak words that Hurled; Us Into
a world that Spiraled Core to sense of the heart;
In Which we Begin the Love to Start.
Of What a Sense due dear to heart,
Is When we Love From Beginning to the Start.
And Can we Not Tell The Test Term Unknown,
Wherein...
#kindness
#relationships
#romantic
#support
#respect
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brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
9th Apr 2021 3:57am
9th Apr 2021 3:57am
Bygone
I’d like to shake you free,
like dust off my sandals,
an old remnant of my past --
but you’re like gum in my hair,
so sticky in my soul.
I’ve relinquished those old dreams,
don’t even need your attention;
still you linger in my thoughts,
a melody I can’t un-hear,
making unexpected visits.
I’ll never quite discard you;
something in my heart says
I must stay a little connected,
let you know I’m still around,
just in case you’re not ok.
like dust off my sandals,
an old remnant of my past --
but you’re like gum in my hair,
so sticky in my soul.
I’ve relinquished those old dreams,
don’t even need your attention;
still you linger in my thoughts,
a melody I can’t un-hear,
making unexpected visits.
I’ll never quite discard you;
something in my heart says
I must stay a little connected,
let you know I’m still around,
just in case you’re not ok.
#love
#support
#IMissYou #NaPoWriMo2021
#IMissYou #NaPoWriMo2021
42 reads
2 Comments
OG-Poetry
Poem Published
6th Apr 2021 4:36pm
6th Apr 2021 4:36pm
Epilogue : the soulmate
pieced together a fractured heart,
where there was nothing left,
sprinkled a soul with powdered love,
just like a Cupid chef,
compose beautiful life together,
like bass and treble clef,
vows with a golden ring,
there is no second guest,
until I take my last step,
your name rides my every breath.
where there was nothing left,
sprinkled a soul with powdered love,
just like a Cupid chef,
compose beautiful life together,
like bass and treble clef,
vows with a golden ring,
there is no second guest,
until I take my last step,
your name rides my every breath.
#happiness
#love
#gratitude
#support
#admiration
82 reads
6 Comments
Stoney223
Poem Published
4th Apr 2021 12:58pm
4th Apr 2021 12:58pm
MOMENTS THAT WE DON'T SEE
Let me know what you feel from the depth of your heart, as you speak volumes of truth from words not yet even spoken. For let me know what you think, within the depth of your subconsciousness, when your mind becomes unstable and disillusion, by the way of life's many experiences that sometimes becomes unaligned. For let me know what hurts the most when you are face with your deepest level of fears, bought on by your hurt and pain and suffering due to trusting your heart and not listening to your gut. For let me know what you dream about in the wee hours of the night, in the deepness of your...
#love
#kindness
#relationships
#support
#respect
51 reads
2 Comments
keristewart
Keri Stewart
Keri Stewart
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2021 2:24pm
2nd Apr 2021 2:24pm
Alcyone
Two birds cannot fly when they are alone.
If one’s on the ground, then the other’s alone.
And if one’s flying high, then the other will groan
in unkempt loneliness till feathers fade to bone.
Two birds cannot die if they soar the unknown.
For they roam when the sun shines like gemstones.
And through the day they glide higher up the zones
in beautiful waves they fly beating tombstones.
Two birds cannot love lest their hearts are agone.
But if they soar together, then they’re never alone.
And if they give up time to be near the...
If one’s on the ground, then the other’s alone.
And if one’s flying high, then the other will groan
in unkempt loneliness till feathers fade to bone.
Two birds cannot die if they soar the unknown.
For they roam when the sun shines like gemstones.
And through the day they glide higher up the zones
in beautiful waves they fly beating tombstones.
Two birds cannot love lest their hearts are agone.
But if they soar together, then they’re never alone.
And if they give up time to be near the...
#love
#relationships
#support
#admiration
#sacrifice
36 reads
4 Comments
Cloven_Zonkle
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2021 5:20am
2nd Apr 2021 5:20am
Behold, the beggar sits outside the door. It is the moment when the fog pierces the ice.
Prince and Princess Buggy Makenaduttu.
They fit as much as possible with the eastern sun and western o moon from Coty visual poem.
Trolls, also.
They fit as much as possible with the eastern sun and western o moon from Coty visual poem.
Trolls, also.
#love
#support
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2entyce
Poem Published
31st Mar 2021 4:16pm
31st Mar 2021 4:16pm
Listen to me...
You see what you want to see, acknowledging my despair with convenience rather than concern.
Listening with distraction of thoughts of what to do and errands to run, rather than active listening.
Dismissing my feelings and emotions as irrelevant for your attention.
Self absorbed in your own needs and wants that you forget the sun doesn’t just rise and set on you.
Open your eyes today and see... truly see the people that are around you, because if they matter take notice...
For there may not be anyone there to notice tomorrow.
Listening with distraction of thoughts of what to do and errands to run, rather than active listening.
Dismissing my feelings and emotions as irrelevant for your attention.
Self absorbed in your own needs and wants that you forget the sun doesn’t just rise and set on you.
Open your eyes today and see... truly see the people that are around you, because if they matter take notice...
For there may not be anyone there to notice tomorrow.
#ignorance
#support
#choices
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Pishashee
Poem Published
28th Mar 2021 9:44pm
28th Mar 2021 9:44pm
From the Eastside
There's two ab norm al
hookers walking
down the street.
Kicking it, laughing,
they are darling
their faces sparkling,
so is their jeans.
They look up at me,
greetings, I wave
as they move along swiftly.
Knowing if they stop,
the rhythm needed
for the click click click
of their heels would cease,
.
.
Heels to the hip
Heels to the hip
Two happy hookers,
Click, Click, Click
they walk along smiling —
gonna get em some dick.
hookers walking
down the street.
Kicking it, laughing,
they are darling
their faces sparkling,
so is their jeans.
They look up at me,
greetings, I wave
as they move along swiftly.
Knowing if they stop,
the rhythm needed
for the click click click
of their heels would cease,
.
.
Heels to the hip
Heels to the hip
Two happy hookers,
Click, Click, Click
they walk along smiling —
gonna get em some dick.
#kindness
#inspirational
#misunderstood
#support
#tolerance
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Bluevelvete
Poem Published
26th Mar 2021 11:29pm
26th Mar 2021 11:29pm
known, in friendship (a senryú)
rare, in their real bond
no asking, just a given
that's, how it should be.
no asking, just a given
that's, how it should be.
#love
#BestFriend
#support
111 reads
25 Comments
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