Best Nice Poems
“Love is like a rose. When pressed between two lifetimes, it will last forever.” – Anonymous
In vast wilderness of emerald summer, rose blossoms brightness,
Like the moon's latterly visits, in pearly, glimmering contriteness.
Her scent lingers in the hearts and minds, of those who knew her,
Through the precious and golden days, gone by in a piquant blur.
Grace, beauty, and cool elegance, in a thousand delicate shades,
Swirling and dancing in silent places, that honeyed sun pervades.
Unforgettably luscious and languid, visitor to many dreamy hours,
Pursuing on a winding path to eternity, with odd, hypnotic powers!
Written on August 28, 2022
For: Eight Lines of Rhyme - Your Favorite
Flower Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
As she leaps on pink and satin cloud,
Beauty is with her, like a shroud.
In sunny mist, a twilight stream,
She laughs and frolics as in a dream.
Through slumbrous days and steamy nights,
She oft takes off on strange flights.
The dance is one of mystery,
Performed without a symphony.
In the marsh and in the glen,
She'll pause to rest now and then.
In shady forest and green meadow,
She flits through trees and grass below.
Wearing jewelry of amethyst,
She resides in sunset's rainbow mist.
The trees bow low where she prances;
The world stops to listen when she dances!
She makes the young gentlemen blush;
And the landscape still and hush.
She wakes the robins in the morn;
Caresses waiting stalks of corn.
She hails the sunrise with a whirl;
She's a very special girl.
At times surly, at times sweet,
The wind goes by on satin feet.
Written by Gail DeBole
In memory of my grandfather
Nice Day For a Funeral
I
(You were always old. I can't remember a
time when you were not.)
Cried
(And you had no past before the first time I
became aware of your presence.)
When
(The weather huddled the mourners together.
It was a cold day, but the sun was out to pay its respects, also.)
They
(I huddled with the rest. Echos of
the service left a sad taste in my soul.)
Lowered
(The Rabbi had spoken of you like an old friend.)
Your
(And convinced me of your close
lifelong brotherhood with him.)
Casket.
Funeral, Eulogy, or Memorial Service Poetry Contest
Sixth Place
Huge red-orange sun slowly recede,
Upon the sky seem to bleed;
Whispers of night, calling home,
Such sunset days rarely spent alone.
Look ahead to starry skies;
Not time for early goodbyes.
Without love cannot the heart grow-
A new day comes beyond the rainbow!
Warm Paris breeeze gently blow-
Roses atop the bureau;
Music with a certain ease;
Smooth jazz, if you please.
In darkness of shadows, waits he!
The night is young-for me!
Stars appear, quiet avenue.
Farewell dawn skies of baby blue.
When from misty dreams awakes,
When tomorrow sunrise overtakes,
Come listen music play,
On gold terrace of the sunny day!
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It’s not that hard to just be kind
to everyone you meet
While shopping at the grocery store
or walking down the street
Just wish someone a happy day
then wait a little while
And you will see before too long
they’re sure to wear a smile
Now lend someone a helping hand
when you see they are down
Show them that you truly care
and wash away their frown
When being nice to everyone
I know that you will find
Each day will bring a better you
when you are being kind
6/5/20
For the Kindness poetry contest
Sponsored by Regina Riddle
gray skies drenching rain
luscious colors in hiding
until the rainbow
In a world so vast, where dreams take flight,
A young girl danced in morning light.
With heart so pure, and eyes so bright,
She embraced a life, both kind and right.
No hurt she caused, no pain she spread,
Just love and joy, where'er she tread.
Her laughter, like a songbird's tune,
Filled the air beneath the moon.
In fields of green, she'd often play,
Chasing worries all away.
Her smile, like the sun so warm,
Could calm a raging thunderstorm.
She knew the power of gentle words,
How they could heal like singing birds.
With kindness as her guiding light,
She made the world so warm and bright.
No need for riches, gold, or fame,
For in her heart, happiness came.
Through simple things, like blooming flowers,
She found contentment in her hours.
With friends around, both near and far,
She'd wish upon the evening star.
For love and peace, for all to share,
In her world, she had no care.
A life so sweet, without a cost,
Where love and kindness ruled the most.
A lesson learned, in whispers soft,
From the young girl who lived aloft.
Yes, that girl is me, in every way,
Choosing love, come what may.
In this story of life, I'll be my best,
Spreading love and happiness, a lifelong quest.
NAUGHTY & NICE
I want to explore your womanhood.
I want to take your mental essence to higher plateaus.
I want to kiss you in the most sensual place.
My desire for you is driving me crazy.
No need to worry love the time has come.
I am yours for now and beyond.
Here I am standing before you.
I am yours to adore.
Give me some sex.
Make me wet.
I am yours to fulfill.
Let’s enjoy ourselves.
Let us make love in the moonlight.
My body yearns for yours.
Your body yearns for mine.
We are both dramatized to captivate each other minds.
Give me some sex.
Come to me with your fine ass.
Make love to me between these satin sheets.
Please me.
Shh, say no more.
I am yours.
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Penned On November 17, 2014!
(This poem was inspired by my friend's grandma who said, and I quote, "You can hug anyone you want to." I dedicate it to all the sweetie poets who give "hugs.")
You can hug anyone you want to.
It's something everyone can do.
(There are many reactions from one act.
Proceed with caution so you don't get smacked.)
You can hug any way you like.
Keep it loose, or grab 'em tight.
Hug with a manly guttural noise,
or hug like a lady with grace and poise.
Sometimes just one hand will do.
Hug the way that best suits you.
Hug to ward off tears and sorrow.
Hug like you're going to die tomorrow.
Hug sister Suzy. Hug uncle Al.
Hug anyone to make a new pal.
Hug 'em big. Hug 'em small.
Hug 'em one. Hug 'em all.
Hug 'em in a group or two by two,
so the pleasure's not all about you.
Hug with a spin. Even make it an art.
Just make sure you hug with your heart.
It's as simple as a shoulder shrug.
Everybody could use a hug.
You can hug anyone you want to.
Watch your back, cuz I might hug you.
From here to wherever, I'll follow a yard sale sign,
it's a past time endeavor, for my collective state of mind,
I may buy some furniture, or a trinket for a dime,
yard saling is a pleasure, yes, a personal hobby of mine,
Yea, I'm a yard sale cowboy, on the trail of search and find,
and it gives me great joy, to see a yard sale sign,
from here to wherever, cloudy days or sunshine,
I'm searching for that treasure, ain't no telling what I'll find,
I may find brand new things, boots, shoes, or clothes the right size,
silver and gold chains or rings, or an antique will catch my eyes,
I could find my brother a nice bass lure, or a spool of fishing line,
or maybe a nice piece of furniture, or something for a friend of mine,
Yea, I'm a yard sale cowboy, on the trail of search and find,
and it gives me great joy, to see a yard sale sign,
It's a past time endeavor, for my collective state of mind,
Yard saling is a pleasure, ain't no telling what I"ll find,
Yea, I'm a yard sale cowboy, I just spotted a yard sale sign,
searching is a pleasure, ain't no telling what I'll find,
I may find an old bass lure, or a spool of fishing line,
now one thing is for sure, I just found my cat a ball of twine,
and look here, I found my ol' dog a bone to grind,
Yea, I'm a yard sale cowboy, on the trail of search and find,
I may find an old bass lure, or a spool of fishing line,
from here to wherever, cloudy days or sunshine,
I'm a yard sale cowboy, on the trail of search and find,
Yea, I'm a yard sale cowboy, ain't no telling what I'll find,
Hey Bud, how much for that there what-cha-ma-call-it?
Naw Naw, Naw, that there thing-a-ma-jig, there next to that do-ma-flitchie,
Yea, Yea, that thinga-ma-jig right there.....ya say three dollars..um-m-m..OK...
I'll take it...here ya go.....and how much for that do-daddy over there?
Yea, yea, right next to those 2 onion skin tires...Uh Huh..yea..well I'll be..
Well yea..I'll take it too...it's something I just can't live without...ha ha ha..
Kindness is…
Kindness is the harmony of birds’ songs in the breeze
It’s the way the moon so hauntingly reflects with calming ease
It’s heaven’s chorus ‘round the world while folks pray on their knees
Umbrella sharing, homeless shelters, shade from tall oak trees
Kindness is a child handing you a wild daffodil
A patient, helping hand when you have caused a major spill
Acts of empathy, warm soup, and comfort when you’re ill
Advice no matter length nor wear to help you find your will
Kindness is sharing smiles with random strangers you meet
It’s noticing the crowded bus and giving up your seat
Holding wide the heavy door until the last entry
Making someone’s day a win instead of a defeat
Kindness is the text I cherish from my precious son
A compliment, a subtle nod, a hug from a loved one
Kindness, tangible or not, an idea never done
Be selfless, and each day create your kindest tale yet spun…
1st Place!
Submitting into Joy, Hope, and Kindness Poetry Contest
Sponsored By: Angela Tune
Written on: February 5, 2022
HOPE
"Hope",a little birdie you,
Vanishes mostly in the blue
Stop hide and seek with me,
One day i" ll catch hold of thee.
Make you my best pal,
Live life in high morale.
Always arrives with glee,
For grief of all to flee.
Happiness is your patent expression,
Always ready with a good suggestion.
That doom,despair is temporary,
Faith should be your contemporary.
No giving up in difficulty,
Work on one's feasibility.
Every man has his life story,
Hardwork ,service brings glory.
Only difference is story varies,
Scale of odds in their prairies
Life's pathway is wavy,
Strength makes it all easy
Great men have fallen,
Umpteenth times life boat sunken.
Edison,Lincoln and more,
Perseverance led them ashore
To none ,you leave a scar,
To all you show a star
Indifferent to colors of men,
Equal treatment you have for them
Breath after breath is life,
Till last moment one should strive
When energy gives in,
"Get up", you come in
"No giving up is your outcry,
COME ON,you have to try"
A fraction of your presence,
Refuels my uplifting essence.
Life is full of adventure,
Make it a good venture
Positive will is what makes it,
Courage,kindness completes it.
P.S-Its my favourite poem.This poem was Homefeatured recently.
Contest: Hope.
Sponsor:Nayda Ivette Negron.
30/04/2016
It’s nice to get away
for a few hours or a day
As soft breezes stir night air
And salty mist clings to your hair
Stirring memories of Adolescence at play.
It’s nice to have the chance
to hear the song, to do the dance
And though we far exceed our prime
We light our path with love, stopping time
stopping space, and fuel the flame of our romance.
It’s nice in morning rain
to find that spot on memory lane
To look at who, what, where we are from.
While waves and breeze and the noonday sun
Sooth and calm, tan, bleach and burn away our pain.
It’s nice to turn away
From the things old and gray;
And we miss those times at the shore.
But truth is, we like our life now lots more
And we won’t trade tomorrow for all of yesterday
Feb 21 2010 Charles Henderson
A politician called Ronald Dump
Loves to pat pretty girls on the rump
At a peachy pert tush
All his brains turn to mush
His wife floors him – you should see the lump!
Fictional write for fun
7th June 2016
Autumn
Welcome!
Chrysanthemum
Cosmos cockscomb hypericum
Let all my sweet memories come
‘Autumn’!
Pears!
Sweet juice luscious
Fruits are delicious
Apples elderberries and plums
‘Cheers’!
Harvest
Season is best
Squash carrots courgette
Cauliflower to cultivate
‘Request’!
Blue sky
Dry clouds fly
Hot summer bade bye
Open outdoor romance now to try
‘You- I’!
Hypericum Attractive Autumn flower
10/24/15
5th Place in contest
First Place
'STRAND CHOICE V' Contest by Brian Strand