Goodly Poems - Poems about Goodly

The Pearl A pearl was formed in a lowly shell By a painful grueling process. This goodly pearl was found by a man Who kept it in his office. One day it was stolen, And soon was lost In a field of dirt and rock, Until a gardener dug And found the pearl, Then placed it in a sock. He took it home To give to his...

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She shows empathy in every kind of way Compassion parades ahead of her every day Humanity dispersed as she attends the fray How can she consistently and always be Full of love for her fellow beings with glee? She is as the neighbors and friends clearly see. Animosity gone, for she is a delight Indifference to anyone would not feel right. There is...

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Anita had her parents called aside To press my fervent case But had herself taken aside And shown its other face: She is simply carat gold! In case she has not been told: Only A True Hero to her hold, A treasure not for everybody’s race And, thus, cause for A Goodly Chase That should in the end preserve her Grace; In shot to be...

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"A goodly, gainful thing" Caribou told me "To leave, once in a while Home's high-ground safeness; To roam, for what as sun-grassed Lies in wait sweetly Fills which need, Surprise's; Feeds on vast Newness." "And the most jubilant!" Dragonfly added. "To up and go, but now Out which comfort zone With that relief's burst, once deemed Unthinkable sped! Isle-eying, isle-engaged! Floaty; no more lone!"...

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You are done with a fill of your say In a poem with a will and a way In the whole of your rest You are full of the zest That you bring to the start of each day. As you read the new poem on your plate And you know that your meaning is great You are struck by the fact Of...

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Thousands foetus, swim strong and freely The fortress, the womb well defended On the spaceship of time one gets opportunity It's 'She', let her breathe the world's scent Wish to be in the world's arms, laps Do not let..... - Thursday, July 25, 2019 Chattogram ***poem on female foeticide***...

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Nothing is ultra pristine pure Nothing is completely denuded of contamination There is always something foreign, lurking hidden somewhere, in there. Often being unaware of contamination is blissful, for the disclosure disturbs the faith and destroys trust we have in food or drink, air or water. Why should we care what the fishes do in the water we drink? It is best...

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"A Goodly Warning" by Rachel Heffington O! Time is a faerie-maid, dark is her dairy laid: Larders of mem'ry and amethyst lore. But one kiss from her lips On your lips as she slips One cold hand in your pocket will finish the chore. For her kiss it is sweet It is death, it is meat It is sharp as a bone-frost and...

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A goodly bard’s spirit passing in dark sky of night wafts a long way off into bright radiating light. Glad honor; God’s choir now starts to sing....

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