Best Only The Good Die Young Poems
It’s said that only the good die young.
So many souls with hearts of gold we’ve lost!
How many heroes now have gone unsung?
They’re taken with no mercy. At what cost?
We cannot know the good they would have done.
So many souls with hearts of gold we’ve lost!
They lie in cold hard graves beneath our sun.
If only they had been allowed to bloom.
We cannot know the good they would have done.
How swiftly do they sometimes meet their doom.
And all their loved ones have to show is grief.
If only they had been allowed to bloom!
Each sprout not let to even grow one leaf!
What utter waste! They had so much to give,
and all their loved ones have to show is grief.
Each sprout not let to even grow one leaf.
It’s said that only the good die young.
What utter waste; they had so much to give!
How many heroes now have gone unsung?
Written 5/27/2013
Dear Dale, so loved were you
that even now, thirty-nine years later,
you live inside the dreams
of your siblings. I suppose this to be true
since I, at least, have had you in my dreams.
Dear Dale, you came to live with me and my sisters
when I was halfway through my childhood.
You with your freckles and reddish hair
and your spirit of enthusiasm,
inspiring others with your love of the Lord.
Dear Dale, although a stepbrother to me,
you were my one true brother in this life
who stayed up late at the kitchen table
sharing fun stories with me and the others
who liked to spend the night simply conversing.
Dear Dale, you’d be surprised at things today.
So few people just sit and enjoy each other’s company.
You though were a firecracker and a social butterfly!
Loving to participate, you encouraged everyone
to partake of the good clean fun you were a part of.
Dear Dale, you went abroad to bring the Gospel
to anyone you found who would hear God’s word.
Then home you came and studied many years at college,
nearly graduating from your law school
until death came to you from out of nowhere.
Dear Dale, we lost you when a drunken fool
ran over you as you sat so innocently
late one night on the curb of a solitary street.
Your death was instantaneous. Then and there,
I’m sure your soul flew straightaway to heaven.
Dear Dale, although of course you had your flaws,
to me you were a perfect example of
the way a man should have integrity.
Abruptly you were lost to death, but we will reunite.
“Only the good die young” echoes in my mind when I think of you.
Jan. 22, 2023
for The Loved and Lost Poetry Contest of Regina McIntosh
Broken Back
They use words like
Cold
And
Crossing
Sighs
To describe something romanticised
Obscured verbs
In which to hide
To hide
Romanticised
The suffering
Without a name
It asks you not to worry
A vacant voice
Verbalised
Tears
She cried
Lies
Nomenclature of disheartening
Hope
Borrowed between shadows
Between hearts
Flowers
And chocolates
At peace
At last
Unburdened
Released
Love
Child
Romanticised
To a field of waving poppies
Gently shook the rifles
And slow blood let
Picturesque
And before God
Such cruelty breathes animate
Stand
Brave
Courageous
Fool
Dancing in the rain
The paupers smile
Romanticised smile
Of a rich divide
To beggar belief
And it’s easy
So very easy
To explain away
How life
Is just made this way
They use words like
Freedom
Romanticised acceptance
Short words
Of description
To present an illusion
Of perfection
The good die young
It could happen to anyone
But only the good die young
Young
Children
Anyone
God
Space
Illusion
Nothing to prove
Romantic death
Of death
Who bides his time
In skeletal black cloth
And bargains away
In celluloid
The faces we can’t forget
Those who told us
We would never regret
Anything
The break scape
The big escape
A monumental world of landscape
And freedom
Beyond mountains
Beyond worlds
Beyond words
Romanticised
Even though "Only the good die young"
A very well known song that's sung
But should it be said
Means less in the head
They wanted death before off the tongue
1908-1934 Not taken soon enough! Not only the good die young.
For Epigram Contest
By: Richard Lamoureux
It’s been 3 long years now since you had to go
But I know you can hear me when I say my love for you is timeless and this I think
you know
And when the good lord came to take you my tears I couldn’t hide
It’s been very hard without you here by my side
CHORUS
I’ve tried very hard to fathom why he came for you
I’ve heard it said only the good die young and in your case this is true
So when the rain is falling gently on our window pane
It’s raining in my heart and the tears are for you Jane
Wherever you are my love do not be scared
I think back to all the good times we’ve shared
All the fun and laughter all the remembered joy
And my mind wanders back to when we first met as a young girl and boy
We had so many adventures we said we would never be parted
And then it hits me again you’re not here and again I’m broken-hearted
CHORUS
The winters here now and you used to love this time of year
And as I wander over snow peaked hills I really want you here
The snowball fights and romantic nights in front of a roaring fire
If I said I was through all this then I would be a liar
CHORUS
If god were to take me now I’d give my life to be with you
It breaks my heart to think you’re on your own after all we’ve been through
But he must have a higher plan so I shall bide my time
I love you Jane you’re all I am and you will always be mine
CHORUS
So in my darkest hours as I lie here on my own
Even though you’re not here my love for you as still deeper grown
And as I say a prayer for the good lord to look over you
I’m just waiting for the day the lord takes me to
I know you will be waiting for me with love in your heart
Because when I was 6 and you were 5 we made a vow to never part
CHORUS
Billy Joel's stories were top notch
Always enjoyed his music very much
He claimed only the good die young
So what have you been up to my old chum?
Grew up with bands like Three Days Grace
With mad Gontier screaming in my face
Bobbed my head to the heavy sound
But the constant rage really brought me down
Now there's kids like Justin Bieber
I claim bubonic, they say it's fever
Not his "music" that makes people stare
It's because of that ridiculous hair!
yes indeed life is not fair
why would the end be any different
we lose the people we love most
it breaks our heart and
shatters it in a million pieces
oh what a void it leaves
only the good die young
imagine if death was fair
some kind of logical exit strategy
we could wrap our head around
something we could accept
at least vaguely understand
but that will never be
oh no ~ only the good die young
while others freely roam the earth
miserly bitter in their quest
inciting strife at every chance
their itty bitty shriveled hearts
at home sitting on a shelf
soaking in formaldehyde
oh yes ~ only the good die young
what a waste and somehow
we have to bite our tongue
we have to grin and bear it
live with the injustice of it all
maybe even find meaning
it’s just the way it is
and not about to change
Read on air by invitation ~ May 28, 2021 'WORDS & MUSIC'
AP: 2nd place 2022
Dear God Why do only the good die young
So soon before there life even begins
Is it meant to be or isn’t it?
I don’t understand why it happens I just know it does
But every time it happens I feel desolate
and I can’t stop crying
So if your there hear my voice
Answer my question
Why do only the good die young
When we were young
there was never a song that hadn't been sung.
Living in the free world
all the boys and girls
in our little town
without a sound.
The walls are talking
telling us to be free
you and me.
Up and down
in every which way
looking for a brighter day.
All this suspense
just doesn't make sense, anymore
like it did before the storm.
During the flood
I lost all my love
and my letter to my unborn.
The walls are talking
telling us to live free
you and me.
Up and down
in every which way
looking for a brighter day.
There are things I can't say
cause there not songs
the songbird wanted me to play.
Only the good die young
and only the curious get stung.
The walls are talking
telling us to be free
you and me.
Up and down
in every which way
looking for a brighter day.
The fuel pump doesn't work
this is were the creatures leark
I'm always loving it
should I trust the government.
We're on our way
with not enough pay
it's better to burn out
then to fade away.
The walls are talking
telling us to live free
you and me.
Up and down
every which way
looking for a brighter day.
It's a struggle
living alone in this puzzle.
Looking for gold
in the cold
is getting old.
Break away
leave your chains
use you brains
be free
like me.
The walls are talking
telling us to love free
you and me.
Up and down
every which way
looking for a brighter day.
tapping my feet to Uptown Girl
Captain Jack, Say Goodbye to Hollywood
Swinging my partner to Piano Man
Billy Joel, Billy Joel, Billy Joel!
New York State of Mind
Only the Good die young
Good night Saigon
It's still rock and roll to me!
Billy Joel, Billy Joel, Billy Joel!
Only the good die young?
That's open for debate.
Do the great take their place?
For Pete's sake,
I've been face to face
with the pearly gates.
That doesn't make me prodigious.
I'm just stating the obvious.
I think it's fate.
I believe it's a planned escape.
When your work has been carried out,
then soon will come,
your time to be carried out.
Sometimes,
the good die young?
Guess it must be true then
That only the good die young
And are given less time
Stolen from us far to early
Teacher and students
Sitting slumped in impossibly rigid chairs
Staring at
Shadows creeping deftly into
Corners never considered
Classes never attended
Vacations never enjoyed
Wedding bells never rung and the
Glorious reality that
“Only the good die young.”
Life
fading
cascading
each breath I take
closer steps I make
into the lonely grave
my eternal haunting cave
punished, being the devil's slave
only the good die young and ascend
so therefore I shall be bad to the end
thinking of the crazy times I have had
painful reflections that leave me sad
too late to contemplate a change
learnt behavior seems so strange
past generations taught
the wisdom I sought
but did not heed
now I need
new breath
death....