Best Good Word Poems
Man so mighty and wise
still has to define this
that another living being's life
has the same value as his
Boasted, brazened
written in stone
raised above
these highest places
where power reigns
crushing down
in white
clenched fists
gripping so tightly
to "history"
squeezing
draining the meaning
out of good intention
Those stones are weeping
as grass grows quietly around the edges
The future
chipping
crumbling
forgotten
Differences
are best listed
to be used like lines in the sand
some seen on the skin
most are though beneath
tracing
tearing
a cross marking
the surface
this land of the free
that the privileged paid for
from sea to sea
with the lives of lesser men
and their women
up for "grabs"
The women
best when big breasted
beautiful and begging
feeding their daughters
dreams of a better tomorrow
when that white clenched fist
stops squeezing her ****
before slapping
lips against her
drooling over her
in her ear
whispering
something sweet
like
"Honey
you're mine"
What lines of defense
Those lines lie on paper
written, signed and etched by those
elected and chosen
statesmen stating authority over your body
their dolls
their toys
smiling
serving their purpose
the good Word stenciled in stone
Equality
carved out in flesh
fresh cadavers
swept under the rug
serving their purpose
Gravestones weeping
as grass grows quiety around the edges
The memory
chipping
crumbling
forgotten
Keeping their hands clean
they wipe their mouths red
blood on their stained sleeves
the polish from their shiny shoes sully
the stars
and stripes
stripped of the value they once held
when they stiched us all together
and brought so many strangers home
How white clenched fists
hold power and privelege
held so high in esteem
like our stars
and stripes
teetering, unraveling
the threads shaking
as if stripped naked
and forced to wave
above that Capitol Hill
pivotal
and still
unchanging
unmoved
Our Lady
liberty
holds a tattered gown
Categories:
good word, history, humanity, poems, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Judgment
When I shall be the old man here,
Forgot by time, uncountable by year,
When I shall wish to pass the living brink,
At You I shall devote my thought and think.
Uselessness I`ll see in all that I achieve,
If I do not have love or can`t forgive
To do with love all that you have so ruled,
Unknown or known as suffering endured.
Washed I should not be from any of my sins,
If I did never forget or never forgive since
The hour of balance is inclined toward my trap,
And hardly passes us one thought or any other step.
And if I did not help that stranger foreign man,
A good word for the pain of that wretch sideman,
If I have never known to help my friend or mat,
In vain I shall be sorry, cry shouting or fill pat.
Or maybe all these I have done presuming,
But without love, alien and with so confiding,
Than I am just a sonorous forefinger copper,
An ugly earth body without climbing upper.
But even so, there is existing one more chance,
The wisdom in the last hour of one slippery Trans,
To give me power to see what does He want,
As life to give me; not to take and be redundant.
But sorrows, which born from facts and sin,
As are recognized, even now could be foreseen
That Judge with love in everything he does,
Inquires all and, with affection… forgives us.
Categories:
good word, philosophylove,
Form:
Classicism
Year after year, young people inspire me.
The freshness of youth brings forth curiosity.
Diversity and personality scream, it seems –
Noisily, boisterously, playfully, hope knocks.
Each child has amazing talents to unlock.
Shy ones work in silence while some classmates tease.
Others squirm around on a whim and a breeze.
Did you guess? I am a substitute teacher.
I learn something new every day that I work.
I guess you might say it is a hidden perk.
I love my work and I love to learn from many.
There was one high school boy
A class leader who loved to rap –
Talking, laughing, rapping; class behavior zapped.
I saw impending disruption; So, I struck a deal.
My clever solution was a bit surreal.
When everyone finished their work, he could rap.
Work first, then fun was my motto; he took charge.
His group of "homies” got to work right away.
The classroom was silent that wonderful day.
So, just as I promised, ten minutes at the end,
He started a beat others joined from their seat.
Line upon line he rapped words with rhyme.
Then, point to a classmate who would rap in time.
It was so much fun to see faces aglow.
When he pointed to me, I used poetry.
From that day forward, when he was in my class,
He would ask me to write a class poem, alas.
They would give me a topic and a few key words.
The students worked first; then, my poem was heard.
They would listen to my poems line after line.
I can still see his face after all of these years.
The sparkle in his eyes untangled my fears.
Years later, I was bored out of my mind.
My hip disintegrated; I was confined.
What would I do? The answer, I could not find.
I remembered that boy and that he liked my work.
It was his and his classmates’ reactions –
They influenced me to take writing action.
I joined Poetry Soup; poetry became a love affair.
I met friends, studied forms and wrote anywhere.
Paper towels or notebook paper, it mattered not.
When away from my computer, I would jot.
That boy brought the beginning; self-confidence.
His cheery influence blessed me with lifetime joy.
They liked my poems; so, I wrote thousands more.
All of this because of one young boy who will never know,
It was his good-word raps that set my soul aglow.
March 8, 2017
Written for the Poetry Contest - Younger People Who Have Inspired You
Categories:
good word, inspirational, teacher, youth,
Form:
Rhyme
When the world is fast asleep
not me, I think and think and think
how can I be more unique
more I think, and think and think
how will they remember me?
how can I change it, more differently?
how can I push and challenge me?
now that my mind is unlocked and free
the new sun rises and startles me
my trance is broken, my awakening
The new dawn rises, surprises surprises
thankful to the twin gods, Isis and Osiris
for removing all the sins of my past lies
that was bringing me down to my demise
The balance, my chalice, now undisturbed
its order is hanging by my good word
I do not wish to go unheard
but who is there to hear me
when my thoughts are stirred?
In a sense of peace
drop to my knees
look up to the heavens
they're smiling down on me
how can I repay them?
what is my creed?
I rise now awakened
revived in my belief.
Categories:
good word, devotion, faith, forgiveness, growing
Form:
Free verse
Believe in yourself,
Never doubt yourself.
This is not the time to
second guess yourself.
Everyone needs a push some way,
Maybe a good word of the day.
Be driven by your desire to dream,
And your passion to succeed.
Like a chest full of wealth,
See the treasure within yourself.
Form a plan and follow it through,
With your wrist and arms
Like your shooting hoops.
Find someone whom you trust
To pull you up when get stuck.
Looking back is not the way,
Motivation is all you need
To make it through anything.
Categories:
good word, dedication, dream, encouraging, inspirational,
Form:
Rhyme
MORNING RITUAL
I shake off thoughts, as I awaken,
replaced by cocoa beans and faith.
Remembering, I’m not forsaken,
I shake off thoughts, as I awaken.
Open the book, it’s true — I’m shaken.
The Spirit stirs what GOOD WORD saith.
I shake off thoughts as I awaken,
Replaced by cocoa beans and faith.
12/16/2017
Morning Ritual Poetry Contest/Line Gauthier
Categories:
good word, morning,
Form:
Triolet
Narratives or at least that's what I call them
Without doubt win hands down every time
I've deviated with limericks and couplets and stuff
But I'm back to the old poems that rhyme
Very similar to when we go away on vacation
It feels so good to finally get back home
Everytime we deviat from our regular patterns
Though we enjoy it a bunch when we roam
Guess it's familiarity that we're always craving
Friendly faces of the people we know
No hidden agendas, no scams to contend with
Just the same old routine, same old show
Comfortable is a very good word to describe it
That down home feeling when with friends
Like always being in style with jeans and Adidas
Instead of trying to keep up with the trends
Give me that plain old simple way of living
It surely wins hands down ever time
That's how I roll, I'm just a simple old hayseed
Sitting around chewing the fat is just fine
Categories:
good word, friendship,
Form:
Rhyme
Was once a shy and retiring sort
Never wanted to draw attention to myself
Always listened, never offered my thoughts
Never felt I had anything interesting to say
That was then, this is now
Have you heard the expression
“Coming out of one's shell”
That saying was invented for yours truly
From black to white
The transition has been astounding
Extreme is another good word to describe it
Poetry has allowed me to release my inner soul
To say things that have always been in my heart
But were never uttered for fear of ridicule
The heartfelt joy and happiness
That I now possess
Is beyond description, it has helped me realize
I too, have something to offer
And the rewards for me
Have been so much more than I could have ever imagined
I guess every life has lessons to learn
Every step of the way
We never stop learning till our final day
Life is a most amazing adventure!
© Jack Ellison 2014
Categories:
good word, adventure, life,
Form:
Narrative
Life seemed rather bleak
The grey skies to him did speak
Of a better world
Somewhere, but not here
He was thought of with smiles
Always a good word
A Laugh or two
Who the hell thought, inside was all blue
He dressed up one day
As a gigantic peanut
Of to the circus he did go
Knowing his fate, he paid at the gate
An elephant’s eye lit up
A dessert finally of size
He ate the gigantic peanut
The skies have now turned gaily blue
They say committing suicide is nuts
This irony is that it turned out to be true
The coroner took care, waiting and waiting
At the elephants end, for suicides revenge
As the dark and despondent man quite frankly
Had such a shitty termination
The smell of sadness
Hangs in the air
Categories:
good word, dark, death, emotions, farewell,
Form:
Light Verse
THE COACH
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
Went to an alumni meeting last week
Looking for solace, the outlook was bleak
We lost a game we should have won
A total disaster to all not just some
Cries of anguish torrents of pain
“How the hell did we lose that game”
Three close calls in the recent past
Defeat was looming, the die had been cast
We were favorite to trample that team
What followed next was strictly obscene
No confidence in the coach, zero trust
A new powerful resurgence is a must
“Fire the coach, we need a new spark”
Call the chancellor a search to embark
There’ll be plenty of coaches to interview
At the end of the season there will be a slew
Most will have been fired that’s for sure
Same kind of let down we’ve had to endure
Appoint a committee to find a coaching ace
Got to expunge this humiliating disgrace
While we’re at it the assistants they must go
They haven’t inspired the team as far as I know
Need to raise cash something we’re lacking
Buy out his contract and send him packing
A new coach will cost us a hefty sum
A sales job needed to convince the alum
All must partake in any new proposal
Resources will be placed at our disposal
A few claimed it was to soon to act
Hissed and booed told not to come back
The coach (2)
All that remained were anxiously waiting
Are there any coaches, we’ve been baiting
A new coach will surely demand success
All in favor pledge support in this quest
Days later the finals were slated
Consensus was, we won’t be elated
To our amazement, it’s hard to explain
Out team executed a perfect game
I went to an alumni meeting last night
Everyone was joyful in utter delight
Many were boasting and sipping champagne
Alas we were conference champions again
We need to make sure we continue to cruise
Complete confidence in the coach and his crew
Upgraded facilities, haven’t you heard
Call the chancellor pass on the good word
Our coach is a winner to be sure
Esteem and respect for him to endure
The backers are ecstatic bursting with praise
Throw in some perks add in a raise
Extend his contract for a many a year
Act fast our rivals might get his ear
Those remarks from last week , bid them adieu
They were made by an uninformed few
Categories:
good word, allegory, angst, culture, emotions,
Form:
Rhyme
We used to Communicate, Brainstorm, Debate
but I find you've been quiet and distant, of late.
Just what aren't you Saying? What is the good Word?
To find out, I eavesdropped and here's all that I heard:
You Cheered from the couch for your favorite team,
then Boo-ed twice as loud when they ran out of steam.
You Uttered a curse word with nary a thought,
then you Muttered "I'm sorry" to those in earshot.
You Ordered a drink and took more than a sip,
then Explained to the waiter why there'd be no tip.
You Growled at the dog thinking he'd comprehend,
then you Howled when he bit you, cuz it was pretend.
You Broke the news gently when grandmother died
and Offered condolence when some of us cried.
You Whispered a prayer right before the big game,
then Ranted when they won, cuz they did the same.
You Offered to take the kids out for the day
then Recanted when you found out you'd have to pay.
You Requested a raise and when Boss Man said no,
you Suggested that hell was a place he could go.
You Gossiped about the new guy at the gym,
but Denied it when you were confronted by him.
You have Uttered and Muttered and Whispered and Lied.
You've Lamented, Suggested, Proclaimed and Denied.
You'll talk anyone's ear off with babbling glee,
so I ask - is there something you want to Tell ME?
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Current Contest: Screwed V
Original Contest: Is There Something You Want to Tell Me
07/05/2015
Categories:
good word, silence, words,
Form:
Rhyme
I AM DYING FOR A GOOD POEM
I am dying… for a good poem
A good word put together to take me out, into space
I need a good word to ease my worry
I need one that helps me grow
One to save my lonely day
I’m longing for one that has meaning that doesn’t confuse me
I’m dying for a poem written with care
One that opens my eyes for the first time, in a long time
I'm dying for a kind that fills me up, full brim...
Flat on the ground…for a poem that has meaning... to my life
I am here…I'm over here
Categories:
good word, how i feel,
Form:
Death has a habit of waiting
Death is very patience
My Mother has a saying-
when your number is called then your time is up
But Death is tolerant and is more like a friend
Last night at 5:58 pm Death called me on my home phone
Death is also clever and disguised himself
My called ID showed my name and number but when I answered
Death was on the other end
I was very afraid that Death was calling me
Maybe my number was up
But Death said that he was calling for a friend
who has refused to die and was too frighten to left go
And would I have a word
I saw Death in a new light
A kinder and friendlier Death
And one who may not sting
Death said goodbye and I said that I would put in a good word
But I asked Death to do me a favor and try not to call for me too soon
Categories:
good word, death, death of a
Form:
Free verse
Some poems I can’t comprehend
I struggle reading to the end
Flaunting a complex word
Its usage quite absurd
No comments not e’en from a friend!
I love learning new words on soup but get frustrated when I see poems peppered with long words, especially when trying to force rhyming and the words don't make any sense at all in context to the subject!
PLEASE SOUP ME ME YOUR POEM AND I'LL ADD IT TO THE POEM
Those pompous poets totally bore us
With clever words like 'radiciflorous'
But what you should know
Those words they borrow
From the pages of Roget's Thesaurus
WRITTEN BY LIN LANE
Ben gobbled a dictionary whole
and verbal diarrhoea took its toll
Now he's spewing words
flowing like loose turds
I hope he’ll regain vowel control!
WRITTEN BY JAN ALLISON - INSPIRED BY LIN'S POEM!
These wordy poems they are making
I find discombobulating
The syllable count
Continues to mount
As their egos are greatly inflating.
WRITTEN BY GARY SMITH
Jake ate the whole encyclopedia
Then it was covered by the news media
An instant wordsmith
But it was a big myth
Now he’s in a state of Acedia
WRITTEN BY ALEXIS Y
There was a poet on here called Fred Flynn
Composed a verse about scabies and gin
Was poem of the day
To everyone's dismay
It should have gone in 'soups' recycle bin.
WRITTEN BY TOM CUNNINGHAM
A pompous poet always thinks he's right
And stays up making rude comments all night
With rude words that spit and spew
The idiot has no clue
That all of His poems need a rewrite
WRITTEN BY TANIA KITCHIN
I've got a good word but wait let me see
Possibly change two syllables to three
Your big pompous ass
Craps sweet sassafras
Insults disguised as complimentary
WRITTEN BY TIM SMITH
KEEP IT SIMPLE
Using words with hidden meanings
is for those with intellectual leanings
Poems that are complicated
are strictly over-rated
Give me a poem with simple gleanings.
By: Carole O’Terry Duet Copyright: 12/31/2018 “All Rights Reserved”
12/29/18
Categories:
good word, anxiety, humorous, poetry, words,
Form:
Limerick
I will start with a word
Not knowing where it will take me
"inconsistencies"
No never mind
Forget that word
Oh **** I can't think of a word
What kind of a poet am I?
I'll sit here and scratch my head
Until the blood comes
Hoping it will flow with inspiration
Fortunately my nails aren't sharp
But apparently neither is my mind
I feel like I am wielding a stick instead of a sharp sword
So with my stick I will poke you
Like you are a bear
Perhaps I can get your attention
Why do I want your attention?
Honestly I don't have a clue
I guess I have always been a bit clueless
It seems to work for me in some odd way
My friend tells me she marches to the beat of her own accordion
I think I'll stick with drums because I'm a bit tone deaf
I guess that is one of my own inconsistencies
There it is I'm back to that word
I guess it's not such a bad word after all
Maybe I should have given it more thought
"Maybe"
Now there's an interesting word
Maybe I should quit while I'm behind
I really like the view from back here
Let everyone else quit while their ahead
I can still see them so in the end did they really get that far
What exactly did they want?
I have never really wanted what they want
Wanting sometime hurts
Who needs hurting
It's not to say that I don't want
I just want differently
I want in a quieter way
And to be honest
That's just the way I like it
"Besides"
Another good word
I think I'm going to go in another direction
The road less traveled
Not the road not traveled
After all I do enjoy company from time to time
Even if you
Whoever "you" are might think I'm crazy
After all we're likely to be on different roads anyway
I think in the end
If it is the end
I think
That it should be could be fun!
"fun" another good word.
This was weird and fun!
For John Lawless's "Don't fight it write it contest.
Categories:
good word, adventure, introspection,
Form:
Free verse