Short Poems

8 Poems About Helping Others

May these short poems about helping others inspire you to lend a hand whenever possible. The world needs more helping hands. And you never know when it is that you may need a helping hand; things can change in a split second, things that are out of our control.

Many hands make light work is a saying my Grandmother use to quote to us. And how true that is. We hope these poems encourage you to lend a helping hand and also accept a helping hand!

Short Poems / Inspirational Poems / Poems About Helping Others

Helping Hand
Poet Unknown

There's never a trouble that comes to stay;
There's never a grievance but fades away;
Forget the heart-ache and bravely lend
A helping hand to some sadder friend.

Small Things
by Richard Monckton Milnes

A sense of an earnest will
To help the lowly-living
And a terrible heart-thrill
If you have no power of giving:
An arm of aid to the weak,
A friendly hand to the friendless,
Kind words, so short to speak,
But whose echo is endless:
The world is wide -these things are small,
They may be nothing, but they are all!

We sometimes do not realize the impact we have on others by doing these small acts. Don't ever let an action be stopped because you think you can only do a little - a little to you may be huge to others!

Something You Can Do
by Everett Wentworth Hill

There must be something you can do
To ease the burden of the day,
For someone who has lost his faith
In self, and cannot find his way.

One little deed, one thought, one act,
Will bring reward to you when aid
Is given to someone who strays
Along life's path, alone, afraid.

You might have been that one who lost
His faith, and failed to understand,
And needed friends to urge you on.
Think well, then offer him your hand.

Given To Me
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer � 2020

A helping hand was given to me
At a time when I felt I couldn't see
I felt so down and so alone
What would happen next was unknown.

I felt the world was against me
But out of the blue, a helping hand was offered to me
I felt like an angel had been sent
Helping me to a great extent.

It was hard to accept but no choice I had
And when I accepted it wasn't so bad
At that time I vowed I would help others like me
Because of the help I got, it set me free.

So if you need a helping hand
Don't let your pride take over, just understand
We should all help each other
Because in the end, we are all sisters and brothers.

Receiving Help
Poet: Julie Hebert, � 2011

Inspiration is all around us, yes this is true,
It just takes some looking around.
If you find something helpful to give you a hand,
Allow it to assist you, hands down!

Receiving and giving come hand in hand,
And to receive is nothing to knockdown.
By not allowing someone to help bring you up,
Is helping to keep you way down.

So don’t worry about taking without giving,
Just be grateful for all the help you have now.
When you start cruising in the good life you dreamed of,
You then can start giving back as you’ve vowed.

A helpful hand is a lesson in sharing
And if you have the means why not play your part.
Those who refuse your help are foolish,
As we all know appreciating the helpful hand is just smart.

There is a saying that goes like this, "What you give, you get." Often times in life we do not want to accept help when we need it. Yet, we often find ourselves helping others.

Our opinion is that life is about helping each other - giving a helping hand - receiving a helping hand; the Poet's words express exactly that. Take the assistance when you need it, and someday you will assist someone and payment will be made. It is sort of like the pass it on theory. You do good for someone else, and they, in turn, do good for others - what a wonderful world this would be it we all live like this!

Helping Others
Poet: Kate Summers, � 2011

Too often the world is full only about me
Others need help and if only I would be
More generous and caring for others
Realizing at the end of the day we are all brothers.

We all have time to help another
Rather than looking the other way and taking cover.
It may be money, it may be time
It all helps if only a dime.

There is such a need in this world today
To lend a helping hand is certainly a way
We could give back instead of being greedy
The world is full of people who are needy.

Many times it is not their fault
Where they live is under assault
And you never know when the day will come
When you will need a helping hand and some.

So while the times are good for you
Consider others in all you do
Open your eyes and lend a helping hand
There is much we can do, and so much demand.

You will find blessings come back to you
And feelings of thankfulness will be true.
You will impact the lives of others in a way
That you may not realize, please help today.

Judge Gently
Poet: John Murray

Pray don't find fault with the man who limps
Or stumbles along the road,
Unless you have worn the shoes he wears
Or struggled beneath his load.
There may be tacks in his shoes that hurt,
Though hidden from view;
Or the burden he bears, placed on your back
Might cause you to stumble, too.

Don't sneer at the man who's down today,
Unless you have felt the blow
That caused his fall, or felt the shame
That only the fallen know.
You may be strong, but still the blows
That were his, if dealt to you
In the selfsame way at the very selfsame time
Might cause you to struggle, too.

Don't be hard with the man who sins
Or pelt him with words or stones,
Unless you are sure, and doubly sure
That you have no sins of your own;
For, you know, perhaps, if the tempters voice
Should whisper soft to you
As it did to him when he went astray,
It would cause you to falter, too.

Joseph Morris wrote the following regarding this poem, The House By The Side Of The Road, "This poem has as its keynote friendship and sympathy for other people. It is a paradox of life that by hoarding love and happiness we lose them, and that only by giving them away can we keep them for ourselves. The more we share, the more we possess. We of course find in other people weaknesses and sins, but our best means of curing these are through a wise and sympathetic understanding."

The House By The Side Of The Road
Poet: Sam Walter Foss

Let me live in a house by the side of the road,
Where the race of men go by--
The men who are good and the men who are bad,
As good and as bad as I.
I would not sit in the scorner's seat,
Or hurl the cynic's ban;--
Let me live in a house by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.

I see from my house by the side of the road,
By the side of the highway of life,
The men who press with the ardor of hope,
The men who are faint with the strife.
But I turn not away from their smiles nor their tears--
Both parts of an infinite plan;--
Let me live in my house by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.

I know there are brook-gladdened meadows ahead
And mountains of wearisome height;
And the road passes on through the long afternoon
And stretches away to the night.
But still I rejoice when the travelers rejoice,
And weep with the strangers that moan,
Nor live in my house by the side of the road
Like a man who dwells alone.

Let me live in my house by the side of the road
Where the race of men go by--
They are good, they are bad, they are weak, they are strong,
Wise, foolish--so am I.
Then why should I sit in the scorner's seat
Or hurl the cynic's ban?--
Let me live in my house by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.