Best Good Hearted Poems
I found out just about a week ago
A friend of ours, he had to go
~He had to say good-bye~
He received his wings, three months gone by
Maria, a friend of ours...she said to I
~"Hey, did you know"~
Winged-Warrior had passed away
He would leave us smiling...when he would say
~"Brothers, Sisters- Love & Light"~
He and I had shared our news
We've written bout our different views
~He seemed to me a righteous man~
I wrote of him, he wrote of me
Exchanged our names in poetry
~We both shared some love~
Love & Light, John...I'm still crying
My dear friend, there's no denying
~Love is in your soul~
You've touched so many, you were good-hearted
So many tears, when you departed
~Shed by so many friends~
So rest in peace, you angel you
And I'll see you when...my time is due
~Love & Light, my friend~
Categories:
good hearted, dedication,
Form:
Couplet
Kindness and Cuddles are a power couple
Both exude charisma and vavoom
Together hand in hand
They light up any room
Always the life of the party
Folks are naturally drawn
To their undeniable magnetism
Both of brains and brawn
A good hearted affectionate duo
That give and then give some more
Invite them into your life today
Enjoy Kindness and Cuddles galore!
Categories:
good hearted, fun, happy,
Form:
Rhyme
The scorpion and the turtle? Have you heard this story?
They are mortal enemies in natures scheme of things it can be gory’
Anyway this is a message about different creature’s nature.
So they’ll see this story and maybe mature.
This turtle is in the water as the scorpion looks and approaches.
The turtle thinking he’s safe you see scorpions can’t swim, so he’s comfortable.
“Hey mister turtle I need a ride across the river’ what do you say?”
Answering, “Are you kidding me? No how, no way.”
The scorpion reasoning with him says, “I can’t even swim and I don’t want to drown.”
As he’s talking the turtle thinks and stares with a frown.
Replying he says, “You’re my natural enemy you’ll surely poison immensely.”
The scorpion exclaimed, “To drown in the river? Are you kidding me?”
Well the turtle being good hearted started reasoning and thinking.
He could make this enemy a friend; he surely doesn’t want to die with both sinking.
Skeptically willing to take a chance with good judgment let’s the scorpion mount on his shell.
He thinks in faith and all will be well.
Half way across sure enough he feels the scorpion’s sting.
A pain shoots through the shell to his body and his ears ring.
“Now you’ve done it you rascal you we will now surely die’”
The turtle couldn’t believe it, feeling the poison, he shouted “Why?”
“To tell you the truth I couldn’t help it, it’s my true nature.” Said the scorpion.
The turtle realized it to late he’s to die, what a foolish decision.
The ones that some of us make in this world does matter with Our Father.
The turtle and the scorpions were enemies, so it is with man it is what matters.
The moral here is simple you decide important things in your life.
Either trust carnal man and his evil ways, or trust the Father or save yourself the strife.
Sometimes things that are looking ok might be the light of the evil one.
If you have faith follow the Lord’s lead you’ll always hear His voice, and listen closely and through the Holy Spirit you’ll find His loving Son.
Categories:
good hearted, faith, evil, faith, trust,
Form:
Rhyme
He was my hero when I was a child,
His way with words were never harsh, always mild.
He taught me how to live and have a pure heart,
This he showed me from the very start.
I felt he was too easy because he never took a stand,
But as I grew older, I realized that's what he planned.
He needed to be caring and the parent that would listen,
Each time I spoke to him, his eyes would always glisten.
Now that I am a mother and have a daughter myself,
I learned from him how to make her feel special, never just on the shelf.
He showed me how to be very good hearted sometimes, too much,
But it helped me to keep my loved ones close in my clutch.
Each day that passes I realize what he helped me become,
I'll always be full of love and emotions, never numb.
My hero is my father but he passed away,
I will always love you and I miss you everyday.
Categories:
good hearted, dad, daughter, death, father
Form:
Ballad
After a wonderful late afternoon walk in the park,
my wife and I moseyed over to the Japanese Hibachi Grille for some dinner.
What we got into was some good old fashioned drama down at BeniHana...
You see, I got me a fetish for shiny cookware,
so as the patrons' eyes honed in on the iron chef
dicing up onions, shrimp, and chicken...
mine were busy fantasizing about concealing Ginsu knives
clankin' in the kitchen.
"Brew Silly began his routine with the hot fire volcano bit
atop the flat grille.
In the distraction, my sticky fingers began reactin',
slippin' utensils inside my zipper, for a thrill.
Things started heatin' up as folks were eating up;
Spatulas started flyin'!
Mushrooms were a fryin',
My conscience stopped trying...
tired of getting beaten up!
Now, if I told you I was lookin' at what was cookin'...
I'd be a lyin'.
I mean, I was really tryin',
but the devil had me by the klepto-hands...guiding me.
Riling me up.
He said, "Go for one of them Wok's! Do it now Big Dog!
Get yir rocks off! Knock yir socks off!
Quick man...sly like a fox, Hoss!"
My heart said, "No", but my head said, "OH HELL YES!"
Sadly, I was in cahoots with the devil,
bass mixed with treble,
trouble poundin' in my chest!
So guess what came next?-
I grabbed one of them big brass bitches,
signaled Jessie's ass with a quickness,
and started gunnin for the door!
Of course, my good hearted wife started whinin',
"Honey, I wasn't done, now what are we leavin' for?"
"Listen baby, I'll explain later.
Right now it's time to go!"
As we passed the pretty little hostess,
she banged the gong and said real fast,
"AHH, Tank-You Berry Much F'wor Cummean Fwolks!"
We jetted towards the park, but it was getting dark.
My legs began to fail. The cops were on our tail.
We tried to walk and play it off, but it was no use.
We should have stayed and ate our food,
and drank our brews with "BREWS!"
The pigs threw me to the ground,
then began to squeal and bark.
They tossed us in the County Jail,
twenty thousand bail...
____________FOR TAKIN' A WOK TO THE PARK!!!
~"True story ={WinK+Wink}
Categories:
good hearted, absence, conflict, funny, innocence,
Form:
Rhyme
Taking that heart for granted, he's got alot of nerve,
In her heart she knows he does not deserve,
He rides his pity train just to get attention,
He uses and manipulates, all for his own intentions,
Does not know a thing about love, yet he cries his lonesome tune,
I'm sure I'm not the only one who's heard him chime the blues,
Blames his pain on everyone else, yet he makes his own bed,
He has forgotten what love is in his own narcissistic head,
He makes excuses for everything to cover up the truth,
He constantly tries to make you at fault for things he'll say n do,
He'll sweet talk you and make you feel like your the only one,
And turn around and backstab you, evil runs in his blood,
He preys upon the good hearted because he lacks the love they have,
To make himself feel better and not take responsibility for being bad,
He'll come back around and blame himself, just so you'll feel sorry for him,
The truth of the matter is its a revolving door because he'll do it all over again,
I'm not asking for a world of pain, and your abuse with me ends now,
The only way out of his own mess is to learn to love himself,
Oh, he'll tell you he deserves better, but that's his ego speaking,
He talks in the third person, even to himself, but that's really not what he's believing,
For if control is not under his wing, he's lost all sense of self,
And when he loses that feeling of control, he uses and hurts everyone else.
Categories:
good hearted, games, image, lost love,
Form:
Light Verse
Oh love of mine what can you do,
When day finds loved one soon to die,
Poor taste the joke, self-serving tears,
What gain is there when you deny?
And what exactly would you want
If suddenly the roles could switch,
Is sadness traction that you seek?
Do other’s tears your death enrich?
Think more of how your folks behaved,
They tucked you in, sheets under chin,
A kiss and smile was all it took,
And all that you need still to win.
The rough work’s done, the road work too,
Done practice days inside the gym,
You’re on the team, the die is cast,
There is no chance our love is whim.
You served us all in war and peace,
So thanks for sacrifices made,
And for the family you raised,
It seems you’re light that’s death to shade.
The morn is always on its way,
At least it’s done so in the past,
So why alarm, why the concern,
This morning’s light will be your last?
Think of the love that you have shared,
Those moments etched in heaven’s rhyme,
Love doesn’t live inside death’s room,
Is not expressed in overtime.
To honor Love, for heaven’s sake,
If you Love’s passing would adorn,
Just squeeze Love’s hand before you go,
And say, ‘We’ll see you in the morn!’
Brian Johnston
January 19, 2015
Poet's Note:
This poem exists to commemorate both the love and the friendship that Jack Stone and his wife Lucy brought into my life in recent years. Jack, a marine who was part of a landing force on three Japanese held islands during World War II, was a good-hearted and physical man even into his 80's and an inspiration to many at our local YMCA where I first met him. Though never a soldier myself, I salute the man, the warrior! Hail fellow, well met!
Categories:
good hearted, death of a friend,
Form:
Rhyme
Why am I infatuated with death If my heart is still pumping
Why dose it feel so real if I am still dreaming
My whole sight of reality changing
The only decision I have to make is that is it for the better
To right wrongs that were meant to stay left
Behind in the scrambled up lies that I call the past
Trying to keep them inside
Only time they come out is when I weep in the silent corners of the universe
Because I am cursed to be miserable
For the rest of my forbidden year
So if you see a tear while a smile lies on my face
Don't be discourage to say "hello" or "what is wrong"
But do not think I am a demon
When the words smothered with blood spill out my mouth
And bled a whole in to your brain
And make you question everything you think is sane and real
Have your mind spinning around in circles until You through up the truth
Because the truth is sickening
But everyone claim they are in titled to hear it
No, Because some can not handle the reason why good hearted people turn dark
Why a child screams for help but still remain helpless
In a room surrounded by people
Why people judge when they are one in the same
why people laugh at others pain
And people like me laugh at pain
Because it brings them laughter for other to think that they can in flick such thing
When pain is their only feeling/emotion
Why the sane are call crazy and the crazy are call sane
how this is just a game
It is a gamble
And there people are being picked of every second that you breathe
Because people are to anti truth and to got damn weak
Because they settle for lies because it is easier to face
and they refuse to believe that the truth will set you free
Because it will releases you from this messed up fantasy
and then you will be able to really pursue the pursuit happiness
without it falling into bits and pieces
By the lies that you were forced to believe
by the pretends or believer
that made you believe in this thing that we learned to call the American Dream
Categories:
good hearted, america, change, confusion, dark,
Form:
(In honor of my favorite president
as Feb. 12, his birthday, approaches).
President Lincoln was plain,
Good hearted, he served not for gain.
Clever Mary Todd snagged that “Honest Abe.”
Integrity, wit and charm made him a BABE!
Inspired by Catie Lindsey's Contest:
"You Who. . . . Yo, Clerihew"
Categories:
good hearted, people
Form:
Clerihew
The Salt of the Earth
Who is the Salt of the Earth?
Is it Pakistani musicians making music with pyramids and suffering?
Is it Pakistani musicians finding suffering in heart problems and untimely
hospital stays?
Is it Jordanian warriors tied to their culture, but yearning for the love of the world?
Is it soft hearted geniuses doubting their own efficacy but yet affirming my soul?
Who is the Salt of the Earth?
Is it Divinity Students weighted down by the complexities of a God who would
forsake the downtrodden?
Or good hearted economists calling them commies?
Is it bow tie wearing conservatives who feed my mind yet bring a wry smile?
Is it Lesbian ethics professors who wage war on injustice?
Who is the Salt of the Earth?
Is it Jewish prophets of industry who volunteer to fight on the front lines and
receive stress and conflict in return?
Is it Jewish prophets of industry who write with courage and integrity to
publishers who shun the very idea of the Divine?
Is it cross wearing angels of administration who work behind close doors of
schedules and student suffering?
Who is the Salt of the Earth?
Is it Buddhist clinicians who start health care programs and help the unfeeling to
feel?
Is it loving pastors who pray with sincerity and conviction?
Is it a woman on the street teaching the rest of us to be grateful?
Or is it some wonderful euphony?
Or is it some wonderful euphony of people in conflict, yet all serving the same
goal?
Or is it some wonderful sound, as a sweet incense that though we refuse to
understand each other or consider the others vantage, together because our
hearts are good,
Together because our hearts are good.
Together because our hearts are good, we become a sound.
We become the sound of rushing water, and preserve the earth as one.
Categories:
good hearted, faith, forgiveness, love, integrity,
Form:
Blank verse
In life,
Some good hearted people always put some foods
and other things in the streets
for the needy,
prayer warriors mostly share the word of God
and prayers with the needy,
gospel singers always sing here
and there for the needy.
poets share daily poems for the needy.
In life,
don't think of limitation
because of expectation
which is not distraction
or destruction.
In life,
don't hug bad name
because of blame
which is not volcanic flame.
In life,
don't caress evil
because of the pressure of devil
which can not kill.
In life,
Just remain godly
shining by heavenly glory
which is enthusiastically
and powerfully.
In life,
Always see the love of God
which is so kind and good.
July 24/2023
Categories:
good hearted, encouraging, inspirational, motivation,
Form:
Free verse
Two kids met,
one was rich, one was poor.
Both played in rain got wet
Halted at a hut for an hour.
They both were quite,
for sometime gazing at each other.
the poor shared his apple for a bite,
because his friend was faint with hunger.
The rich was educated,
insisted his friend to read.
the poor was good hearted,
and so he agreed.
Thus their friendship continued beyond the races,
by sharing good thoughts and knowledge.
one day they bid good bye kisses
and started their bon voyage.
Images that make you think-picture 4
contest by silent one
09-apr-2016
Categories:
good hearted, baby, kids, friendship,
Form:
Rhyme
One night I dreamed I wandered, weary in a desert
until a clear blue water lake emerged ahead
midst the new pine landscape of my dream.
Four specks far away, approaching. . .
soon turned into four strong ranchers wearing big brim cowboy hats.
My memory was stirred in tune with an upbeat melody.
And suddenly I knew just who they were!
One, dressed all in black, sat tall and handsome in his saddle.
Another, plain and burly, gave a toothy grin.
Another, young and charming, smiled and winked at me!
The silver-haired gent, their father,
met my gaze with warm and honest eyes.
Seeing my exhaustion, he offered me a place to stay.
Oh, happy dream that I had drifted into:
that bygone era of my youth
when Adam, Hoss and Little Joe,
along with the grand patriarch Ben Cartwright,
had been invited into living rooms on Sunday nights
as families like mine watched their televisions all those years ago.
A bonanza of romance, friendship, loyalty and courage
had given us the good-hearted milder side of the wild wild west.
Alongside the Cartwright clan,
I rode inside my dream toward the cozy ranch house
built on the land of legend called the Ponderosa,
anticipating Hop Sing’s home-cooked supper.
Inspired by the Wild Wild West Poetry Contest
* hear the lyrics of the Bonanza theme song as sung by Lorne Greene (Ben Cartwright)
at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kA-PdP4k4Xw
Categories:
good hearted, family, dream, dream,
Form:
Free verse
Asking tribe’s future to the totem pole that grew higher
with the stock of fogs, drizzles, snows, suns, moons and stars,
that Haida laid one at a time from the day of their first step
on the sands, they followed the school of fish riding on the wavelets,
chased the fish plowing the surge of waves, hunted the big fish
buffeted by the billows because their home is the sea and the winds.
When heap of Haida’s days,
the days made through with the waves,
the days that lived through with the winds, turn into gray cloud,
and the time when this dismal gray cloud turns around the hillsides
over this village, drifts along the riversides by that village and falls
on the water’s edge as a drizzle, the villagers come to the village square
calling moon and stars above the sky while stepping
on the fallen leaves on the path that links to tomorrow.
When the moonlight wanes to fall on the water and become ripples,
the stars close their twinkling eyes overwhelmed by deepening night
and fall to sleep in the depths of water, the lads sit around the bonfire
sharing their body temperature with all the tribesmen
to hear the elder’s story regarding relationship
for the forefathers’ forefather with totem pole.
And as time goes by, the night falls deeper and deeper
the good-hearted artless Haida converse with carved image
that flames in the bonfire light on the top of the totem pole
wearing the masks created with a whole spirit
and utmost devotion to the Spirit
that lives within the totem pole.
Note: The reproduced Haida village on the backyard of Museum of Anthropology, University of British Columbia.
Categories:
good hearted, day, night, sea, sky,
Form:
Free verse
At 23 Lubb dubb call
Thought it won't happen at all
Dreamed big & it started as fantasy
Ended up left out, hurt & unhappy
It started as an invite for coffee
& ended as i wanna set you free
We met when it was dark
We ended not feeling the spark
He is a good hearted person
Other issue led to other reason
Waiting isn't just a solution
When there's one way attraction
My first is a failure
Hoping for a heart cure
Seeing his face is my weakness
But I just cant live in forever darkness
Decisions were made
Cause love didn't fade
Even for a month we disliked each other
We love & care, we still wanna be together
It was an uneasy choice to depend on
But worth the fight for genuine affection
Minutes, hours & day passed by
Scared to hear final goodbye
I really really love you mahal with all my heart
But i'll just stick with friends so we don't part
Weeks, months & now a year
Time passed & i'm left with dried tear
Where is my love, Where is my love?
In his new journey he flew like a dove
Ended up not having my future partner
But as promised we'll be friends forever.
Categories:
good hearted, change, feelings, for him,
Form:
Rhyme