Civility Poems - Poems about Civility

That tepid tea, civility, Is not the drink for such as me! Thou cusp, thou nib, thou pricket, prickle, tang and tine! Thy wit lacks width to grasp my line! ...

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when captivity normally nativity with civility...

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In the depths of longing, my heart does dwell, Seeking solace in words I must now tell. A chapter closed, yet echoes still remain, I find myself yearning to speak again. Oh, ex-wife of mine, our paths now diverged, But destiny's threads have yet to be purged. There are matters crucial, pressing and grave, That demand our attention, a chance to save. With...

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Exponential growth of capital and unkindness in wildly unsustainable urban centers viciously competes without more virtuous cycles of silent wilderness integrity NonCapitalized outside my tribe compassion co-investments enveloping local community resilience planning for optimal health and safety Community trauma prevention through personal and public intimate and cultural nonviolent nonverbally sustained co-investments in family and multiculturally extended friends, sacred EarthTribe co-investors All with nomad roots emerging from a savory sensory sentient wilderness Inviting privileged...

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Civility is a characteristic I wish to revive Long dormant in our society, it is so rare Since we all live together trying to survive Let’s be nice to each other, showing we care. I know everything is not sugar and spice And into “every life some rain must fall,” But, for heaven’s sake, can’t we be nice, And get along with...

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We have a feeling my love and I that it's time to leave. It is the passing of an earlier time for which we grieve. Then, right was right, hope was bright, and civility was ever in sight. We were free our minds to speak no need for games of hide and seek or to be pathetically weak. Without a clap of thunder that world is dead...

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They stole your light The fire that you worked so hard to attain Now lies in the hands of greed. Your sacrifice lives on, A testament to the ability that my kind can twist; Even the holiest of holies. They call it civility. Its fuel is conformity, a chain that shackles the limbs Wrapped with a cushioned fabric so you don’t kill yourself. Their...

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Because I may have opposing views on certain issues There are vastly more things we see eye to eye about, There’s no reason for anyone to break out the tissues. We would agree on the freedom to stand up and shout And the right to peacefully protest social injustices, There are vastly more things we see eye to eye about. We...

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democracy: latin roots- philososphy of/as popular civility - to take away confusion ...

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The Covidlike phrase slithered into my consciousness, coiled itself around unprotected prudence and constricted. Its bifurcated tongue touched the untouchable, testing whisps of thought with darts of anger, selecting venom’s next victim. Overlapping scales pressed against prudence’s mouth, squelching her response. Logic attempted rescue-- came from all directions seeking this unexpected foe, while normal dissipated like mist on a summer morn. Each time I repeated the phrase coils tightened, making...

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It began with a careless remark Uttered by one of the dinner guests, Which ignited fury's sudden spark! Perhaps it was better unexpressed. Politeness went out of the window, Good will left by the door, Late afternoon lost its ruddy glow, In the wake of the uproar! Amid the August mess so fine, Dinner, uneaten, grew cold. Trembling glasses, spilled the wine; The day grown quickly...

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Red hair protruding from the soldier’s cap Bright sun and heat, his freckles clearly seen How peacefully the lad appears to nap Mae Caulfield moans while searching for her teen Too young her son to know what he fought for The gun they gave him longer than his legs Already two sons dead; they wanted more And soldiers care not how a...

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I pray for the return of dignity When men spoke the truth, and listened well Treated each other with civility If their own thoughts, they could no longer sell. A give and take with a compromise found No bullying forced, no blood on the street When gentle voices are the only sound When the other side must make a retreat. Shouting and anger...

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In the nick of time, Sylvia’s sympathy soars Stealing the limelight and plying her trade Within the context of romance roles In the month of February Sylvia parades a persona well bred. Stealing the limelight and plying her trade Within an ace of breaking a reconciliation record In the month of February Sylvia parades a persona well bred Confirming her willingness to...

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There's too much civility hanging out here Will try to create mayhem while drinking a beer For the common good Will do what I should But it may be too much for this mortal so mere © Jack Ellison 2015...

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