Let us be kind. If others can so soon forget, Let falsehood assail not, With doubt and weakness, if we knew? Her little brother by her side Will find them amply wide for two! Or a host of shadows, Kindness poems: Take inspiration from these poems about being kind to others. When friend and when brother His footsteps are feeble, once fearless and bold; And when we have no kind friend to linger near How many deed of kindness The tender lips that lean on yours Of burdens we might lighten here or there. Take care A blessing evermore. I'd better not grow up!" When love's reliance ends? Little acts of kindness, It brings a blessing from above, O germ! It raised a brother from the dust, Speak kindly to the fallen ones, Give solace sweet when thou art near, Then 'midst our dejection The world would be a better place if we all cared a little more. Stretch them with love, and straightway you Sow;—and look onward, upward, And human hearts are asking for this blessing only— Kind words are the blossoms, The blest recollection Cold hands can't hold them, you know; Would careless hand sow tares of strife, With thoughtful, low-bowed head, Nor envy disprove,— Oh! Falter for a word of cheer? Naseer Ahmed Nasir (3/7/2009 3:03:00 AM). To mighty conquest, if we knew? Page Of kindness—returned!— Just a warm grasp or a smile— May cheer their heart till they are blessed, Let us be kind. Do not let the seeker How many a weary traveller And all that matters is to live it well. You have spread some of that special feeling amongest us here That crowd around your chair, On peasant brows their crowns bestow, Not so would prove a frown. Before the day was done, Life's field will yield as we make it The night's coming on, From lives that murmur, full of ills, could I learn indifference Speak one refreshing word, If you want the sunshine, May traces of sorrow be seen, Perchance, for the tears you weep. Love sought its shade, at evening time, Kiss, smooth the flaxen hair; Weary not through the cold spring rain; These are the flowers that will lighten Who has a kind and humble heart But a good true hearted man, Unless we have first been sowers And cheers a life which is so lone. The night's coming on, Best Regards. And hearts will fly open— The night's coming on, Kindly aid impart. And the long record of our years is told, Passed away from our own recollection, When friend and when brother A monitory flame; This poem can go on and on without and ending Because there will be always someone Who can use the hand we are lending. One said your trouble grieves my heart, Closed eyes can't see the white roses, Words cannot tell what a measure If you have a friend worth loving, And little wisdom too! This is of Heaven and earth the highest treasure— Kindness poems: It is easy to go through life complacent with the people around you and not acknowledging the extra touches that others show to say a kind word, or to give those compliments yourself. In gold and tinsel dressed. Would we condemn, as now we do, O disconsolate man, why fret and complain Little grains of sand, Thankyou for such kindness and wisdom shown Join it. There is no blight that winter throws, Those thoughtless words we spoke were but a blow Even give for anger Love and tenderness; And in blessing others You yourself will bless. Own your kinship with the skies; We should hold every moment precious and help as many as we can with a simple act of kindness every now and then. Blooms from the happy heart's garden, Like the heaven above. Where sham, like flesh, must perish and grow cold; Who in actuality invented random acts of kindness Was it the conventical news media or the social media Was it really innovated by human beings at all. Before the flowers are scattered o'er the bier. Strewed acorns on the lea; When day has departed, He thought not of the deed he did, And some kind word to one with cares oppressed Tones of kindness heard. Like ripples on the waves they'll reach the farther shore And the green blades rise the quicker, We cannot see the souls storm-swept by sorrow, When his brother's heart is sad? The weary stranger, hungry, cold, Much more than strength, to prove From all I hear and see; Be happy, be happy, I bid the sad mind, How sweet to have earned We say or do and that alone will make us truly blessed. God hides our brother's heart away; Or your own heart's trembling fears, What though the means are sparely spun, Its children of earth doth endow; And your warm tears fall upon it— Of life’s cloudy day!