EMPATHY POEMS
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Happy Times
By Jonathan Sellars
It isn’t always possible to feel happy,
Sometimes I can’t help but feel sad,
Yet whenever I think of those happier times,
It’s impossible not to feel glad.
I Cry
By Jonathan Sellars
I cry for no reason, no reason at all,
I cry when I’m hurt after taking a fall,
I cry when I stub all my toes on the bin,
I cry when I lose, I cry when I win,
I cry when I’m sad, I cry when I laugh,
I cry in my bed and I cry in the bath.
Some days I cry lots, some days I just don’t,
Some days I admit it, some days I just won’t.
It’s healthy to cry, but I think it’s worth stating,
Crying this much can be so dehydrating.
My Voice Choice
By Jonathan Sellars
I didn’t choose my singing voice,
It’s just the one I got,
It sounds like someone screeching
When they’ve picked up something hot.
It shatters toughened glass,
It scatters flocks of birds,
It makes my parents beg me,
“Please don’t sing! Just mouth the words.”
But here’s the funny thing,
If presented with a choice,
To have somebody else’s
Or to keep my given voice,
I wouldn’t need a second
To respond and say for sure,
“I choose to keep the voice I have,
There’s no one’s I want more.”
My voice makes me feel special,
Because as bad as it may be,
There’s no one on this planet who could ever sing like me.
My Mate Martin
By Jonathan Sellars
My mate Martin mumbles,
He garbles and he grumbles,
He whispers and he mutters,
And the sounds he always utters
Are so, so, so unclear,
And so, so hard to hear,
I’m really, truly, not that sure
He’s ever said my name before,
And,
Though we hang out most weekends,
He’s never actually said we’re friends.
But,
He does do things like wave hello,
And sticks around when I feel low,
And picks me up when I fall down,
And laughs with me when I’m a clown.
Therefore,
In fact,
Upon reflection,
He must, for me, hold some affection,
As even though he’s seldom heard,
His actions are his loudest words.
Famously Friendless
By Jonathan Sellars
I have no famous friends.
I know!
Oh, life can be so cruel.
Not one that I could boast about to make myself sound cool.
No footballer, no movie star, no musical sensation,
No TV personality, no darling of the nation.
No friend of mine’s done anything that’s worthy of acclaim,
They’re just a bunch of nobodies who’ve never danced with fame.
Not one’s a front page regular, not one’s a billionaire,
Not one’s a fashionista with iconic clothes and hair.
Don’t get me wrong, my friends are fine.
They’re nice, alright, okay,
If only they were better in a famous kind of way.
Then they could get me freebies, or could sort me front row seats,
Or could take me out to dinner where the glitterati eats.
Alas, I must accept my pod of friends aren’t VIP,
And perhaps I should be grateful that at least they’re friends with me.
Some Days
By Jonathan Sellars
Some days I can’t get out of bed
And lie there lost inside my head,
On days like that I just can’t see
A place within this world for me,
I’m lost inside a maze of doubt
Where darkness rules with no way out,
But sharing how I feel with you
Lights a torch that guides me through.
The Light Inside
By Jonathan Sellars
When the weight of the world feels like a boulder
Dragging you down as it sits on your shoulder,
Tilt your head back, look up at the skies,
Take a deep breath and close both your eyes,
Then, just like that, fly off on the breeze
To dance on the roof tops and tickle the trees,
To race after birds and to chase after trains,
To front flip off clouds and to back flip off planes,
To visit the moon, to race around Mars,
To joke with the sun and make friends with the stars,
To remember no matter how hard life can be,
In your mind you are weightless,
In your mind you are free.
Practice Makes Smerfect
By Jonathan Sellars
You’ll never be perfect, I’m sorry you won’t,
Perfect just doesn’t exist.
There’ll always be something that could be improved,
There’ll always be something you missed.
But if you just try, with all that you’ve got,
To be the best you you can be,
Then no matter what, I promise you this,
You’ll always be smerfect to me.