Better Poems - Poems about Better

'Nothing works faster' the advertisement read 'Nothing works better' the adman said I don't know about you but if that's true it's Nothing for me Nothing's a keeper not only that it's also cheaper ...

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Sometimes our minds speak to us, Summoning us to embark on their journey, They show us the pathway to the light; It is our choice if we wish to remain in the night. Within us, the good hides in the chamber, Struggling to put the bad to rest. Sometimes the latter...

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There is still human kindness in the world Offering help with wings of hope, unfurled No glowing golden halo encircles their head But they give courage to those facing dread Some have a graceful gift that lights a spark when others struggle, trying to escape the dark Our better angels have no trace of greed when despondent ones are filled with great...

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Though it is not in our power to make sorrow no sorrow, yet it is in our power to take it... He may have been tough on the outside, judged by what he looked like, But deep down he was gold-hearted and went beyond lending a helping hand. Their stirring moments still and small, speak loudest when pride would rather see...

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On this radiant moment, a ceiling of new moon beguiles the park-lane where the breeze tosses its wings, lit by a fluorescent in a haze I can't comprehend--- a whip of angst encircles my despair unrelenting to the beat of a warm summer eve so glorious; and yet, my spirit drowns from pain, from the absence of love 's loss in ruins-- there is...

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It’s love that wipes away my tears Shadow of the rain shower clears And I’m warmed by the gentle night He bids my soul peace to delight It’s faith that reminds of His grace With Him, there’s nothing I can’t face Surprised by One who can unite He bids my soul peace to delight It’s hope that sings a song of life And I...

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Our Better Angels The polished floor reflects a moonlit gleam, A silent chapel holding a dark dream. I etched my plea into a cold white tile, A fragile hope against a coming wile. But from the smooth surface, a form takes hold, A sister to the stories left untold. Her eyes, like shards of glacial ice, are keen, Reflecting landscapes desolate and mean. I...

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When on the road to Damascus, Paul heard the voice of our Saviour. He, who was once Saul of Tarsus, When on the road to Damascus, Hearkened to the call of Jesus. Blinded by heavenly lustre, When on the road to Damascus, Paul heard the voice of our Saviour. I AM that light, foretold of yore, Manger-born; angels did herald. I, who seek hearts, knock...

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When we refer to people on earth who are angels, we refer to folks who are generally sweet, loving and kind. Anyone with any amount of decency can be kind. But what of those poor souls whose lives are ravaged by war or whose childhood has left them shattered or paralyzed with fear? What of children emotionally, physically or sexually abused again and...

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I see you wear a happy grin. You are nice and kind when you win. But, beaten, you now wear a bruise. 'Tis better to know how you lose....

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"our invisible, celestial, sublime, beatific angels . . . " ...

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Written: July 26, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh *********** When anger swirls and trust cheats, When hearts rupture and hope is heavy. Our brave backs fight, and our loud teams meet. With sounds that spin and a wonderful levy. A reaper walks by the schoolyard gate, Where apathy switched in the weight. Neglect...

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Some of you folks think Gershon has quite an imagination While he doesn’t deny it, he doesn’t recommend you try it ~ Writing poems to ease his constipation ...

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Ever since we called thee as grief O Life, Heavy hast thou turned, light as leaf O Life. Not sprightly, but nigh painful do thou feel As if ye climb up a stiff cliff O Life. Hence, thought up I have this remedial pill: To bestow thee boost of life brief O Life. In this world, unfortunate seems...

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For long who’d been my better half Has now become my bitter half-- Bitter, my autumns sing Of fantasies of spring… To bull has blown a benign calf Who feels (or feigns) she’s tired Ever since I retired, To smirk has turned a vibrant laugh. _________________________ Happenings | 24.07.2025 | humour, life, wife Note: She has, I would like to feel, nothing against...

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