Best Deeds Poems
RETREAT TO HEED OUR HONEST DEEDS
Two old oak trees weathered by winds and rain
with fallen leaves, branches and toughened bark
to shield a core of grandeur, and sustain
the wisdom borne to see the light from dark.
Two noble men aware of twilight time
both face evil world with courage and grace
Love and Nature gifts each, a life sublime
all standing with courage none can erase.
Each rooted within mother earth's great fold
weathering this world's darkest raging storms
images show lives lived regally and bold
tho' existing in weakened earthen forms.
With words of wisdom written in our seeds
we seek retreat to heed our honest deeds.
22nd June, 2018
T.J Grén & Robert Lindley
Good Deeds are so precious
They are wonderful things
All are filled with compassion
Oh!...the happiness they bring!
They can not be corrupted
You can't buy them with cash
They are gifts...they are blessings
And they come in a flash!
Good Deeds have a Voice
And they whisper so clear
Of great tragedies, deep poverty
Things wrapped up in fear!
They tell of the darkness;
Deep sorrows - fierce pains
They will whisper of wishes
That have turned into shame
Some tell of the hopeless
Knowing not what to do
They don't realize they are waiting
For someone like you
When desperate times...Oh!
Destructions...they come!
Good Deeds with compassion
Will bring hope to some
A Good Deed can be all
That it takes at times
They will help others turn
From the dark to sunshine!
Do keep an ear open
Keep an eye open too;
They may tell of a Good Deed
That is waiting for you!
How sweet are the feelings
That comes from Good Deeds
As you bless someone else
By fulfilling their needs
Good Deeds are quite precious
Very powerful things...
They are filled with compassion
See? The hope that they bring?
The spirit that remembers the taste of blood
is cold and fearless
Lift your head up, set sail to the top
ride high waves, exceed climax
Liars - Death Penalty - Losers
Knock the nickel nail in the coffin
High tide, rising toxic ... turbo tempo
Rugged, round stones at the bottom,
slippery with long rubber boots
Brutally raped, broken - no virgin anymore
She carries her own cross, weak and weary
A secret place, buried in a rusty box
Woven deep in the ground, gaunt soil
Sleep safe with your mouth closed, not a beep
Under four eyes, an external promise - an oath
Frail and disappointment, without mercy
No rest, restart ... move on
Can you forgive poisonous words and perv actions
May your conscience burn brave and blue
26.03.2018
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Alliteration poem - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
2nd place in the contest
Poem of the Day : 28.03.2018
Saddam Hussein has outlived all adjectives,
A demagogue, an anti-Christ, a dictator
Was he the hero larger-than-life images
A tyrant, Baghdad butcher, a monster.
Raising one’s voice against him will result in,
One’s daughter raped before his own eyes
Even they can lead a Kurdish woman
To sell her body to feed her two kids
One leader for heroism lampooned as a clown,
The Second, no doubt, a salesman of used cars.
The third, waging bloody wars, seeks the crown,
Fake cries, political motives, baking their breads
Undoubtedly it is about the politics of oil surely
Man who raised Saddam became a Saddam purely?.
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Third Place winner
Contest: Devil made me do it by Thvia Jetley
A thousand prayers, may lead someone to
The gates of salvation
But
His deeds of kindness, towards the unfortunate,
Are those that the gates would open!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
19 December 2015
In dreams, I wander through time's chime,
Acts committed, causing pain in rhythmic crimes.
Suffering echoes in a remorseful dance,
Seeking forgiveness, I yearn for a chance.
Grant me pardon for my soul's misdirection,
Heal the deep dent, end this inner infection.
Forgive the others, let love be my reflection,
A symphony of mercy, a divine connection.
Sins aplenty, more than the seven sins' array,
Guilt shadows dreams, lingering night and day.
God's forgiveness, a beacon in the dark,
Love and affection, an eternal spark.
In dreams and reality, guilt intertwined,
A sacred plea, a repentant mind.
God's mercy, a balm for the contrite,
Forgiveness flows, washing away the night.
Golden are those with benevolent souls
Wonderful people, blissful in their roles
They've not passed exams, but offer their all
In favours they do, whatever the call.
The elderly lady, who's lame of limb
For the needy she brings groceries in
She's knocking on their doors day after day
For to check that her neighbours are ok.
She does not ask for any gratitude
Helping others brings her beatitude
All she could ask for is to be sure that
They're safe, joyful and cared for, that's a fact.
Golden oldies, that's including men too
To pay everyone their own rightful due
They’ve a gentle heart and a gentle hand
A hand to hold, a heart to understand.
A caring man close to my heart and home
Wouldn't wish anyone sat hungry alone
He cooked for two sweet dears on Christmas Day
Such deeds touch hearts in a delightful way.
Smiles, a helping hand or lending an ear
Gifts someone magic each day of the year.
The serpent closed in on Eve at twilight
A nebulous shape in the half light, fangs
Hidden beneath his hood and she, her vision
Blurred was completely beguiled by his lies.
He bought her white roses that she watered
With her tears and chocolate dark like his soul.
He spiced his lies with compliments and promises
And she was completely beguiled by his lies.
Like a sponge he sucked her resources and lied.
When heavy with her giving heart he gave
His time to Evie then Everly and finally to
Every woman or girl who glittered like gold.
He matured and widened his audience to include
Even his friends. He borrowed, stole, swindled
Gambled, smiled and lied, lied and smiled
Until his conscience died and he wreaked havoc
On the lives of those who loved him most.
Now he's just a rat who slinks into his hole, scorned,
shunned that’s his due, and finally I want him to
know, I’ve put his portrait on Poetry Soup and all
will remember him as the-serpent-turned-rat
who drowned in his bowl of soup.
Custodians of pleasant deed
You will see them behind good
They mean no harm, but to join hands
Their aim is to build an organization of
Creative generous innovation
They are the structure;
The citadel of good behavior……….
Their MINDS are so clean and pure
They always want to make HOLY
They are like angel of the Mighty, the Highest,
The Wonder, the Mystery, the Marvel
They are the angels of light in our society
The bad will always be on a point while the good
Will always be the foremost
Their name were being written
With white pen on white board, the custodians of
Pleasant DEED shall not DIE
They shall rise in the hereafter
Where the fellow angels will welcome them with A song
Dedicated to all good wishers on this site,
I can't MENTION NAMES , they are countless
Stopped into an old junk-antique shop, found a favorite
The music collection of famous Ravishanker, the sitarist
Just I was going to walk out as I was short of dollar eight
I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned round with spite
A man said” The music, too, was his dead wife’s favorite"
He gave me the money, before I thank him left the site.
Went home, listen through his and mine ears with delight.
There was a celebrated physician with great foresight
Had an old lady as patient with a hypochondriac sight
Suffering from all kinds of diseases of imaginary fright
Once she called him, he wrote a prescription straight
She confessed, she took the medicine and was alright
The note was “Do something for someone” to your might.
The trees are known by their fruits, a man by his deeds right
Man has three friends- wealth, relatives, and deeds to highlight
First goes with him, second up to grave, deeds beyond Christ
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The famous Pandit Ravishanker, Sitar player maestro, the Indian music instrument like
Guitar, living in Hollywood.
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Eighth place win in:
Contest: Good deeds sponsored by Dane Ann Smith-Johnson
If you do a good deed everyday.
Even when you go out to play.
No bad will, will you convey.
And all those you help will gladly say,
"He helped me in every way."
And when the weather turns warm in May,
go outside and don't delay,
get in the sunshine's golden ray.
Even on a beach towel lay.
Listen to the chirping of the bluejay,
sitting in the tree growing in the clay.
Those good deeds don't hold at bay.
Then turn around and hollar, "Hey!"
But everyone else will hollar, "Yea!"
If you do a good deed everyday!
Written for Dane Ann's "Good Deeds" contest
Deep regrets lying dormant in the mind,
Stifle the thought processes lodging there
They mingle not with concepts refined,
Unless dislodged, they foster grim despair.
Remorse for past deeds you cannot repair
Will seriously tarnish your delicate soul
And from your good life take a bitter toll.
Written June 20, 2021
One good turn deserves another.
The good you do shall live forever.
No matter how small it will appear.
For those in need it’s always dear.
Their need is what compels a deed.
The deed you do will fill your need.
It’s like you save for a rainy day.
Sowers reap, so wise men say.
The good we sow will multiply.
It will go on after we die.
9/3/2016
When my days are over
and the good Lord calls me home.
When I reach the pearly gates
and for my lifes accounting I do wait.
Will my account at God's bank of good deeds
be full or over drawn?
For my sins do I still have a debt I have yet to pay
or have I paid my way as I've gone along each day?
Will St Peter let me in the pearly gates
or have my sins earned a debtors fate?
This was inspired by Elliott Bowe's poem When the Tables are Turned.
Why do others just remember
The bad things you do forever
One or two mistakes and you
Hear of them your lifetime through
But the good things you've accomplished
Seem to disappear and vanish
Without a trace of "good job"
Helping others is so hard
When you want to do what's right
But darkness covers up the light
Every time mistakes occur
Deeds of goodness are a blur
No thank you's for what you've done
Your kindness just goes undone
As your yelled at more and more
Your good faith walks out the door
Knocking to get right back in
When others need you once again
This roller coasters up and down
What is going to be found
Sweet voices to recognize
The times you have always tried
To help and be a team player
Or a mean voice that will slay ya
With harsh words that condenscend
When will this ride ever end
It's always a daily battle
Your nerves start to shake and rattle
With so much anticipation
Good times or bad aggravation
Will you be right on the top
Or take a fast and deep drop
To the bottom where you'll stay
Until you start to climb your way
Back out with one more good day
Where you want to always stay