Best Well Meant Poems
Fluttering beneath the newly cut
Festive green hollies,
Decked out with heaped drapes
Of freshly fallen snow,
A bold little red breasted Robin,
Busily searching,
Cheerfully hops to and fro.
Darting between the soft, swirling
flakes
Of unique crystalline, driven without
respite,
He alights upon his sheltered
perch
And begins to shrilly trill:
Against the on coming, long
Drawn out Christmas night.
For the drawing darkness is
deepening,
Whilst the harsh wind blows so chill;
And, gently waking
From nonsensical dreaming,
I harken to the old dog Fox,
As, barking, he pads on down
Through the gorse strewn hill.
Suddenly stirred from dozing
Idleness,
As the charred log shifts and
settles in the grate,
I recall with vivid fondness:
Some old memories, good times,
The well meant promises
I did so earnestly to undertake.
Of old acquaintance...
Not forgotten,
And those that were
Or are no more,
Of circumstance and friendship:
And of they
That daily come
To pass through my open door.
But now the flames from the fire,
Dancing in the frosted window
panes,
Are calling for the poker
So I may stoke the blaze again;
For turning my warming back
Upon the locked out winters keep...
I hear that steadfast little Robin
Sing once more -
As I fall back into uncontested sleep!
Categories:
well meant, christmas,
Form:
Rhyme
It's nature's way that in the spring
Emotions make a lamb's soul sing
And so it was my young heart found
That love is not by species bound
Well cruelly spent, did cupid's dart
Pierce deep my foolish woolly heart
A wiser sheep would fain desert
Such love unwise and bound to hurt.
Nor was it then that common sense
Came forth to give me sound defence
No matter how well meant and groomed
My ardent love was clearly doomed.
For fate is fickle, fate unkind
Fate unhinged my young sheep's mind
Though strong inside my true love burns
It never wins my love's returns
So ardent burn my ovine fires
Kindling noble deep desires
But I know what e'er I do
That four legs never yet won two
She lives a life I cannot know
And goes to places sheep don't go
I patient wait and hope she'll pass
But know she'll never share my grass.
I know it's doomed, I know I've lost
My passion most unkindly crossed
For even if she knew my heart
I know our lives must stay apart.
But maybe she might scratch my nose
My love troth's a half-eaten rose
With that held in her lovely hand,
To think on, she might understand.
Categories:
well meant, animals, devotion, fantasy, funny,
Form:
Rhyme
Ten hillbillies came over the hill
Each one of them answered to Bill
To name them all Billy
Would be rather silly
Not one of them responds to Will
Their fiancés all share the name Sue
Mass confusion, causes such a to do
They'd arranged a joint wedding
To the alter they’re heading
Ten hillbillies had not thought it through
Their intentions were very well meant
One invitation covered the event
The whole town was invited
And they were delighted
To witness nuptials in a huge tent
The excitement it grew and grew
As each Bill married his Sue
They all walked down the aisle
Echo pair with a huge smile
singing Abba's I do I do I do
Hillbillies, Bybillies, and Blowbilllies. - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger
4/14/18
Categories:
well meant, humorous, wedding,
Form:
Limerick
Where his loyalties lay is not with me
therefore I think he’s untrustworthy,
Strong feeling of support absent
from a bond that was well meant…
Though that’s OK ‘cause I don’t trust anyone anyway.
Compromise he was not taught
empathy is near to naught,
No middle ground, no give or take
agreeance on he does forsake…
Though that’s OK ‘cause I don’t depend on anyone anyway.
Egotistic, boastful, vain
selfish for to only gain,
Don’t understand what's in his brain
though comprehend he won’t explain…
Though that’s OK ‘cause I love myself anyway.
To shed some light upon his flaws
know the kind and the cause…
To learn from him and awaken
much of him I have mistaken...
Though that's OK 'cause I'm only human anyway.
Categories:
well meant, for him, humanity,
Form:
Rhyme
I open my window not a worry or care
I refresh my mind with the crisp morn air
Run down the stairs to grab a quick bite
On this special day full of love and light
My love and I are about to be wed
In a few hours time to the Church we'll head
Good morning I beam, my bridesmaid appears
With a glass of champagne bubbling with tears
She takes out my veil and dress of brocade
My silver necklet and ear rings hand made
A ring at the doorbell, I rush out to peer
Good morning, good morning, my driver is here
Bouquets of flowers full of lavender scent
Button holes, presents and so much well meant
No cloud in the sky and the birds full of song
Good morning, good morning I'm singing along
A little church gleams in the snug of the hill
My groom waits inside to say"yes I will"
My whole world is filled with hope and with dreams
I walk up the isle, then he gazes and beams.
For Francine Robert's competition Good Morning
Categories:
well meant, romancelove, morning,
Form:
Couplet
Sonnet from Memories - Episode 5
Shadow dance of distortion fade in and out
Teasing to the fore then get wrested back
Manipulative psychic games with subconscious
Like the sun rays flitting behind clouds of black
Memories of her's succumb to quiet whispers
Disappearing hope with each ponderous breath
Green eyes with sadness reflects in the mirror
Broken spirit recedes into shadowy death
Fading expectations with each passing hour
A life once had – Gone for no reasons
Day brings no enlightenment or answers
Night brings its own dreams and demons
Whispers that fade into lurking silhouettes
Seeming familiar faces slink back into regress
Sonnet from Memories - Episode 7
Who so ever says that - ‘tis better to have loved
And lost - than never to have loved at all’
Has expressed mere words off a flippant tongue
Has not seen a soul burn or tears of blood fall
Nor witnessed love that has appeared but once
Or Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet and their tragic end
Nor perceived true love’s departure that burned like acid rain
Tennyson’s profound poetic words can never ever mend
A heart that has shattered in a million bits
No words of advice no matter how well meant
Can repair these damaged lungs that cry out for air
A plea for amnesia would doubtless be better sent
No measure of anaesthesia can this pain erase
Surrender to sweet amnesia this curse to replace
Video Clip - Guy Sebastian - ‘Amnesia’
Categories:
well meant, anxiety, loss, memory,
Form:
Sonnet
God Given Gratitude
Puttered around and to Poetry Soup do go
And see my great number of poems grow
Which were written by me and well-meant
Into state of ecstasy some poets were sent.
Poem appeared smack dab in middle of night
Went back to man cave and turned on light
Started writing freely and porously like I do
After a picture in my mind the poem drew.
Never would have a worry or even any fear
Words profusely on page started to appear
Into sentence after sentence they became;
To not write down would be a big shame.
I did delightfully accept the delinquent dare
To write one more poem beyond compare
Setting such a high standard poets may meet
And with each other could try and compete.
Finally, my monotonous poem is over and done
And horrors soon will be read by everyone
Why I like each Souper is their great latitude
Would God to my poems give His gratitude?
Tune in tomorrow for my next poem to borrow;
Even with sweet sorrow, Was it by Clarence Darrow?
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran
PS.
It is my own funeral so I chose
funeral in the subject section.
Categories:
well meant, funeral, funny, humor, humorous,
Form:
Couplet
The way you give things in love's place,
The way your soul beckons with its sad face,
Knocks me out and makes me reel,
Replacing your heart with things I can feel.
I know it's well meant
And to you money well spent,
Investing in me
Instead of in we.
You can't help yourself.
I know where you're at,
In a place of comfort within your big hat.
It sits well upon your head and feels like success,
And only I know it's so much less.
Trapped in its snare,
It fits like a glove,
But it will never replace the loss of our love.
By: Carole O'Terry Duet
Copyright: 2006
"All Rights Reserved"
Categories:
well meant, lost love,
Form:
Rhyme
No man's too small to hoist a helping hand,
Nor any a deed too small if well-meant,
Nor a task too tough for a noble end,
Mind can if means can't make a mighty dent.
A journey of a daunting task off shore
Begins with but a single step forward,
‘Drop by drop filleth lakes’ is no vain lore,
An ounce of action… oft have we this heard.
Many a learned man knows this truth well,
But rather than help he spins hyper hypes.
Intention matters more, how a squirrel
Strove to earn mythical laurels and stripes,
So goes a tiny squirrel's tallest lore,
Silent did she work building a barrage—
An episode from an epic of yore,
So sang sage Valmiki of ancient age.
A folktale, an aside from Ramayana:
Rama's spouse abducted was to an isle—
Confined to a far off spot by Ravana,
That came camouflaged in a monk's fair guile.
When lured and mislead by a golden deer,
That too was the demon's bewitching guile,
In stealth when cried out, ‘O Lakshman, my dear',
And destiny unfolded in a while.
In Rama's voice the wily demon cried,
And Sita beseeched Lakshman, forcing him
To render help; what followed, a bad dream,
For, Ravan waited hiding in monk's hide.
The search began thence in woods and deep vales,
Hilly terrains, meadows and leas and dales,
And they came searching to where ends the land,
An ocean spread forth, looking like no friend.
Hanuman, Rama's key aid, a legend,
To whom no task too big was, such was he,
Then volunteered to leap across the land
To luring Lanka, a land across sea.
And returned soon with hopeful but sad tale:
Captive Sita’s safe in Ravan's red hands,
Who, in no mood peace parleys to avail,
Oh had to be dealt with on Lankan sands.
________________________________________
Originally Ramayana was written in Sanskrit by Valmiki, a sage who was a fierce bandit in his early life.
Epic | 06.04.13 |
Continued in Part II
Categories:
well meant, hero, work,
Form:
Epic
Don't promise me or say things that you don't really mean
Don't say that you love me and then start to act obscene
Don't promise me a fairytale, and that I will be your Queen
Don't say it's forever then run off with some young teen
Never get my hopes up and then dash them to the ground
I might not get over it if you kick me when I'm down
Never promise and not deliver there is no 2nd round
One day you may look for me and I'm nowhere to be found
Don't play with my feelings I am not your pocketbook
Then try to walk away as if I let you off the hook
Don't promise me you'll repay me so I finance your chores
Then leave me alone without a home because I helped with yours
Maybe your intentions were well meant as you once said
But your word was never heard except inside my head
Promised me the light then left me in the dark
Feeling like the jackalope that did not make it to the Ark
Once your word is spoken, it should not be taken back
Your given word is not lightly heard so best you keep track
One day it may mean the difference between someone’s life or death
But if your word isn't worth a turd their life won't be worth jack
People are pretenders dressing up for their own games
One day they find their in a bind and still push anyway
Maybe they will read this or perhaps their time has past
They play their play and go away - forget what happened last
If your Word is worthless, said only for your own gain
A trail of disappointment, do you even feel ashamed?
It is of your own making and there is no one else to blame
Start right now repair the trail and redeem your family name
If you promise someone - you should try to follow through
Do your best - put it to the test this isn't something new
There was an old saying that I've heard a thousand times
You are only as good as your word, THE WORD YOU STAND BEHIND
Categories:
well meant, betrayal, care, confusion, depression,
Form:
Free verse
I should have said this on that fateful 9th of December
The year 2009 when your breath forsook the corporeal
And went to roam among the gay dancing stars;
And failure to say it has dealt my heart an incurable beal.
I know that late is better than never as they say,
So, may I not therefore carry on with my threnody?
Well, glittering jewels do not usually last as long
As the eventful longevity of the average Kennedy.
And you being the most precious among gems,
Had to lose your glitter and gleam as years wound;
Not a diamond or marble of your time shines anymore,
And trinkets of your age cannot be nowadays found.
Yet, your all-pervasive breath that’s found in everything
Cannot be said to have evaporated on a single unfortunate day;
And unlike other mundane jewels that their sparkle lose for good,
You are a jewel whose glister increases with wear day after day.
The indestructible crystal immune to cracks,
The precious and immortal bracelet that history will wear
And learn how the strivings of a single well-meant soul,
Can imbue the whole world with a faith and hope so rare.
Categories:
well meant, death,
Form:
Verse
Jocks and cheerleaders,
Punks, Goths, and freaks,
Gangsters and thugs,
Nerds, weirdoes, and geeks.
Of all the possible categories,
I belong to none.
I don’t fit into all of them,
Or belong to only one.
I’m just that girl in the corner,
So quiet and content,
I speak mostly when spoken to,
Each word I say well meant.
I’m just that girl in the corner,
To myself, and all alone,
Never wanting to be noticed,
Or to let myself be known.
I’m just that girl in the corner,
Observing the “café crowd,”
So shy and unassuming,
With my head up in a cloud.
Categories:
well meant, introspection, life, people, social,
Form:
Rhyme
How many nights awake as thoughts tumble so fast from the heavens that sense just needs to
be made?
Grab the pad always nearby, for when the rains come
and pour your heart out with them.
It’s understated to say inspired,
conversations with clouds,
allowed and understood.
Good. When that thunder rolls you know that flash is going to illuminate a lot.
All you’ve got
is a few minutes to get that down, a word a code a sign.
To remind your mind again.
It’s like that for all of us, but we,
we who have learned to pay attention,
not to mention
that we like it,
we listen. That’s all it is.
Nothing mystic
or fatalistic in it.
We like to dance naked in the rain.
And let that rain wash right through us.
We’re not afraid of lightning, we know it comes from the Earth.
And we’re rooted there. Deep.
So keep
your judgments to yourself about what’s right.
There ain’t no St. Peter checking for baptismal certificates at the Pearly Gate.
And Fate
can be re-written any time by intent.
Well meant
wishes sent to you do good and keep you strong.
So that rain of inspiration won’t burn you up, keep you watered long
After you’ve apologized.
So we let it through in verse, in muse, in story disguised
As truth. Star seedings through us all
Watching as seeds fall
And sprout in the rain
on Earth.
Categories:
well meant, art, imagination, inspirational, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
Food
Eating is a pleasure,
Food is a treasure,
To many its less than that
Especially those who are fat
Food is so amazing,
All this fuss and all this said,
What mama makes everyday,
What keeps you full when you go to bed.
So eat food for well meant things,
And think not of it like a curse
It is what keeps you going,
And saves you from others stealing your purse.
It makes you smile,
It makes your mouth sweet,
But when its extremely spicy,
It sends you rushing down the street.
It is a blessing from your Lord,
So keep it at that and do not retreat,
Being fat is not so bad,
Better than begging on the streets.
Categories:
well meant, food,
Form:
Rhyme
I am thankful for every day
Blessed be.
Sunlight filtering through rainbows of reflections
filtering all recollections
with simplicity and grace.
Witness Nikomis face
on the seven stones.
Nishomis watching from the other world
willing us onward.
Love.
Virtue unto itself. To live by this is to be alive, and we survive only because of it.
Respect.
I suspect we would have no war, no hate and fate would take the world by the hand, and we
would finally understand, each other. One Mother.
Courage.
Because that's what it takes to go inside and deal the demons into healing. Never stealing
a moment not won. Not one.
Wisdom.
Use it as it is given accepting that living as part of conscious intent, no matter how
well meant, takes training. Then all that's remaining is to use it.
Honesty.
Means you got to be aware, and be exactly where, you are really at. No copy cat, gotta be.
Mad, sad, glad or just real bad, gotta be honest where you're at, because after that, it
changes, re-arranges, and heals.
Truth.
Pursuit of a new viewing point, to self anoint a prophet. Truth is all within the eye and
where the vision is trained thats why, we seek it. And learn to speak it.
Humility.
Just means you really get it, and you understand, the gravity of the demand, and that
we're connected.
All are affected
By the same cosmic forces and outer choices we make,
With the right attitude
with Gratitude.
Categories:
well meant, native american
Form:
Free verse