Giving is a poignant and perennial theme in poetry, delving into the intricacies of selflessness, compassion, and the transformative power of generosity.
Poets deftly craft verses illuminating the essence of giving, utilizing vivid imagery and emotive language to capture the beauty and significance of this charitable endeavor. These poems explore the emotions that arise when we extend a helping hand.
They also utilize the inherent joy and fulfillment found in acts of giving, emphasizing the potential to create positive change, foster empathy, and build stronger communities.
Through their words, poets inspire readers to embrace the inherent nobility of giving, recognizing its ability to uplift, enrich, and shape a more compassionate world.
‘Epitaph’ by Merrit Malloy is a beautiful poem about the good that can come out of death. The speaker wants their memory used to make the world a better place.
When I die
Give what’s left of me away
To children
And old me that wait to die.
‘The Giving Tree’ by Shel Silverstein explores unconditional love, sacrifice, and the bittersweet journey of giving without expecting anything back.
Once there was a tree....
and she loved a little boy.
And everyday the boy would come
and he would gather her leaves
This poem adopts a deeply pessimistic view of marriage as Duffy highlights the flaws of patriarchal society.
I will say yes, say yes.
I'll sprawl in my dress
on my watery bed.
Make me be wed.
‘Have You Earned Your Tomorrow’ by Edgar Guest presents a number of probing questions to a reader about how they spend their days.
Is anybody happier because you passed his way?
Does anyone remember that you spoke to him today?
This day is almost over, and its toiling time is through;
Is there anyone to utter now a kindly word of you?
In ‘Thanksgiving Prayer,’ Susan D. Anderson humorously celebrates family amidst quirks, contrasting gratitude with turkey’s fate.
I’m thankful for my mother, and
I’m thankful for my dad.
I’m thankful for my sisters, and
for all the fun we’ve had.
In grateful hymns, Dunbar lauds God’s mercy, human flaws, and divine abundance in a harmonious ode.
The sun hath shed its kindly light,
Our harvesting is gladly o’er
Our fields have felt no killing blight,
Our bins are filled with goodly store.
‘Jest ‘Fore Christmas’ is a humorous, five-stanza poem that’s written from the perspective of a young boy looking forward to Christmas.
Father calls me William, sister calls me Will,
Mother calls me Willie, but the fellers call me Bill!
Mighty glad I ain't a girl - ruther be a boy,
Without them sashes, curls, an' things that's worn by Fauntleroy!