Sympathy Quotes

The facts are as they are
the arguments had been made
we have what we have
and it will be the judge who decides
which is the stronger, the more cogent,
the better case was that day

But we cannot know, the balancing
that the man in the robe makes
the weight of each thread in the tapestry
the competing stories being written
by the yellow press, the purple prose
the advocates of the different sides
it is a fight we cannot divine
within the mind
of the decision maker
the trier of fact

(Poem By Raymond A. Foss)

So much sadness
years of suffering
A long night of pain
She struggled for rapture
for something to cling to
something to hold dear
Alone in her torment
no refuge from the hurting
anywhere in sight
inner turmoil she fled
heavy heart full of dread
demons aplenty
stalked her each day
found her in darkness
where she lay
A plan to find comfort
in ending her days
so brief a climax
may she have found rest
from her long light of pain
and the dark places
where she dwelled

(Poem By Raymond A. Foss)

When the evening darkens
and the day cools
and the stars flicker to light
I sat on the blanket
with a smile on my face
listening to the band reminisce
not by their conversation,
but by their playing, singing, strumming
old songs, familiar tunes, we all knew
humming along in the wisp of the dusk
enjoying the stilling of the day
the murmuring and squeals of the children
running a bit slower now
on the lawn, in the dimming

(Poem By Raymond A. Foss)

I am the Dark Cavalier; I am the Last Lover:
My arms shall welcome you when other arms are tired;
I stand to wait for you, patient in the darkness,
Offering forgetfulness of all that you desired.

I ask no merriment, no pretense of gladness,
I can love heavy lids and lips without their rose;
Though you are sorrowful you will not weary me;
I will not go from you when all the tired world goes.

I am the Dark Cavalier; I am the Last Lover;
I promise faithfulness no other lips may keep;
Safe in my bridal place, comforted by darkness,
You shall lie happily, smiling in your sleep.

(Poem By Margaret Widdemer)

Must all of worth be travailled for, and those
Life’s brightest stars rise from a troubled sea?
Must years go by in sad uncertainty
Leaving us doubting whose the conquering blows,
Are we or Fate the victors? Time which shows
All inner meanings will reveal, but we
Shall never know the upshot. Ours to be
Wasted with longing, shattered in the throes,
The agonies of splendid dreams, which day
Dims from our vision, but each night brings back;
We strive to hold their grandeur, and essay
To be the thing we dream. Sudden we lack
The flash of insight, life grows drear and gray,
And hour follows hour, nerveless, slack.

(Poem By Amy Lowell)

Dark hills at evening in the west,
Where sunset hovers like a sound
Of golden horns that sang to rest
Old bones of warriors under ground,
Far now from all the bannered ways
Where flash the legions of the sun,
You fade–as if the last of days
Were fading, and all wars were done.

(Poem By Edwin Arlington Robinson)