A Time to Talk
By Robert Lee Frost

American poet. His work was initially published in England before it was published in America. He is highly regarded for his realistic depictions of rural life and his command of American colloquial speech.
1874 - 1963

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don't stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven't hoed,
And shout from where I am, 'What is it?'
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.

Empathy
By George Eliot

AKA Mary Ann Evans. English novelist, journalist, translator and one of the leading writers of the Victorian era.
1819 – 1880

Oh, the comfort, the inexpressible
Comfort of feeling safe with a person,
Having neither to weight thoughts,
Nor measure words--but pouring them
All right out--just as they are
Chaff and grain together,
Certain that a faithful hand will
Take and sift them,
Keep what is worth keeping,
And with the breath of kindness
Blow the rest away.

In Kindness
By Anne Marie Cline

Kindness speaks the words,
Your heart could never speak.
Your wings hold me up,
And give me strength when I am weak.
The warmth of your protection,
Brings music to my heart.
You open up the doors,
You show me where to start.

Kindness
By Edgar Albert Guest

English-born American poet who was popular in the first half of the 20th century and became known as the People's Poet
1881 - 1959

One never knows
How far a word of kindness goes;
One never sees
How far a smile of friendship flees.
Down, through the years,
The deed forgotten reappears.

One kindly word
The souls of many here has stirred.
Man goes his way
And tells with every passing day,
Until life's end:
"Once unto me he played the friend."

We cannot say
What lips are praising us to-day.
We cannot tell
Whose prayers ask God to guard us well.
But kindness lives
Beyond the memory of him who gives.

Kindness
By Naomi Shihab Nye

Poet, songwriter, and novelist.
Born 1952

Before you know what kindness really is
you must lose things,
feel the future dissolve in a moment
like salt in a weakened broth.
What you held in your hand,
what you counted and carefully saved,
all this must go so you know
how desolate the landscape can be
between the regions of kindness.
How you ride and ride
thinking the bus will never stop,
the passengers eating maize and chicken
will stare out the window forever.

Before you learn the tender gravity of kindness,
you must travel where the Indian in a white poncho
lies dead by the side of the road.
You must see how this could be you,
how he too was someone
who journeyed through the night with plans
and the simple breath that kept him alive.

Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside,
you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing.
You must wake up with sorrow.
You must speak to it till your voice
catches the thread of all sorrows
and you see the size of the cloth.

Then it is only kindness that makes sense anymore,
only kindness that ties your shoes
and sends you out into the day
to mail letters and purchase bread,
only kindness that raises its head
from the crowd of the world to say
it is I you have been looking for,
and then goes with you every where
like a shadow or a friend.

Kindness
By Sylvia Plath

American poet, novelist, and short-story writer.
1932 – 1963

Kindness glides around my house.
Dame Kindness, she is so nice!
The blue and red jewels of her rings smoke
In the windows, the mirrors
Are filling with smiles.

What is so real as the cry of a child?
A rabbit’s cry may be wilder
But it has no soul.
Sugar can cure everything, so Kindness says.
Sugar is a necessary fluid,

Its crystals a little poultice.
O kindness, kindness
Sweetly picking up pieces!
My Japanese silks, desperate butterflies,
May be pinned any minute, anesthetized

And here you come, with a cup of tea
Wreathed in steam.
The blood jet is poetry,
There is no stopping it.
You hand me two children, two roses.

Kindness
By Edgar Albert Guest

English-born American poet who was popular in the first half of the 20th century and became known as the People's Poet
1881 - 1959

One never knows
How far a word of kindness goes;
One never sees
How far a smile of friendship flees.
Down, through the years,
The deed forgotten reappears.

One kindly word
The souls of many here has stirred.
Man goes his way
And tells with every passing day,
Until life's end:
"Once unto me he played the friend."

We cannot say
What lips are praising us to-day.
We cannot tell
Whose prayers ask God to guard us well.
But kindness lives
Beyond the memory of him who gives.

Kindness
By Beverly F. Walker

Every drop of kindness
That you give away,
Returns to you to bless your life one day!

Kindness
By Gordon Rosenberg

What could be greater than to realize this?
That kindness is the way to all gain and all knowing
That kindness is the only thing that ever matters
What else is there to be which takes us further
Than being kind to someone for no reason?
Other than to be kind!

Loving those around us is the only way to anything
Because there’s no distinction between them and us
When we give to someone, we give to ourselves as well
Not because giving might bring us some nice reward
But because that person is us and we are them!
Not just similar to us, for that's not enough
We're each guided by the same force
And made of the very same stuff!
Kindness is our greatest gift to ourselves
Kindness is our birth right and our responsibility
Kindness is our way home
Kindness is the true religion of all the universe!

Kindness
By Kate Buxbaum-Prado

Kindness planted in the soil,
Of another with a need...
Will one day blossom back to you,
A product of this spirit seed.

My Love Is Like A Red, Red Rose
By Robert Burns

Scottish poet and lyricist. He is widely regarded as the national poet of Scotland and is celebrated worldwide.
1759 – 1796

O, my love is like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June.
O, my love is like a melody,
That's sweetly play'd in tune.

As fair thou art, my bonnie lass,
So deep in love am I,
And I will love thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry.

Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun!
And I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands of life shall run.

And fare the wheel, my only love!
And fare the well awhile!
And I will come again, my love.
Tho it were ten thousand mile!

My Wish for You
By Unknown

Quiet strolls on moonlit nights,
A playgrounds endless laughter,
Blooming roses in the spring,
The glow the morning after.

Walking barefoot in the grass,
A poem that makes you cry,
The feel of silk upon your skin,
An eagle when it flies.

Love songs on the radio,
Old couples holding hands,
New born kittens nursing,
Enthusiastic fans.

Sitting on a porch swing,
Sipping lemonade,
Admiring the Beauty
In all that God has made.

Watching for a shooting star,
A breeze that cools things down,
The first snow of winter,
A night out on the town.

Little acts of kindness,
A loving word or two,
Simple things to treasure,
These things I Wish for You!

Others
By Unkown

It doesn't matter who you are,
Or what you have, or do
If you give of your very best
The best returns to you.
A law of compensation works,
We get just what we earn.
If we love others with our hearts,
We get love in return.
The little things we sometimes do
For others day by day
Return quite unexpectedly
In some peculiar way.

The Little Things
By Margaret Lindsey

The little things are most worthwhile
A quiet word, a look, a smile,
A listening ear that's quick to share
Another's thoughts, another's care...
Though sometimes they may seem quite small,
These little things mean most of all.

To Lift Each Other
By Wes Fessler

Is it possible to build a dream by tearing others down?
Is there any way to fly if we refuse to leave the ground?
Not a gain was ever made while shoving someone else aside.
In the course of stopping others, our momentum is denied.
When we find the good in others, praising them for who they are,
we build speed for one another. We're both able to go far.
It is possible to reach our dreams together if we try.
We must learn to lift each other if we ever hope to fly.

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By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

American author and poet.
1850 – 1919

So many gods, so many creeds
So many paths that wind and wind,
While just the art of being kind
Is all the sad world needs.