I've had a hard day.
I need you to be extra nice.
I'm fragile, treat me gently.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
I'm comfy as can be
As long as I have my teacup
And my favourite cozy blanket
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Take one and put
five pence in the
money box
Thankyou
You deserve a nice time chatting with smile,
But you did not choose a simple chat's style
That won't make you waiting long...
For replies like things are wrong;
Keeps a known stranger of you so hostile!
A Nice Day
Nice day, this Saturday
First of the weekend
Families’ day
Lover’s say
So lonely
Only for
Me
But
Saturday
Well hello, young count dracula
Don't just stand out there... come in
~ Play a round of Monopoly?
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
They have come from the dim rooms of sorrow,
Where light was rationed and laughter broke like glass.
They have slept beside betrayal,
And woke to its perfume of ashes and iron.
Their smiles are stitched with memory’s thread,
Each gesture mended from the cloth of loss.
They have been burned,
Yet they offer warmth.
They know the texture of cruelty’s hand,
The weight of a promise dropped in winter.
So when they touch you, it is with care,
As if your soul were a wound they could not bear to reopen.
They recall every small humiliation,
Every word that sliced and stayed.
From those scars they learned gentleness—
A dangerous tenderness that disarms.
They kill with kindness,
Their weapon a cup of tea,
Their armor—listening.
They bleed empathy,
They breathe forgiveness.
Do not mistake their softness for surrender;
It is the strength of those who have died and returned.
They know what not to do,
And that is their quiet revenge.
Love, for them, is not a luxury—
It is survival in a velvet coat.
Extremely nice people,
The angels with broken wings
Who still remember how to fly.
Quote: "Isn’t it nice to think that tomorrow is a new day with no mistakes in it yet?” — L. M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables
Old age is a number filled with many years,
some with cheers,
some with tears.
I have worn my life with a guard,
now near the graveyard.
I have paid my past debt.
"Isn’t it nice to think that tomorrow is a new day with no mistakes in it yet?"
I can now daydream,
with a big smile and esteem,
no more mistakes is my new theme.
Nice Weather for Ducks
In Seattle
During the winter rains
The coming greeting
Is nice weather
For ducks
Who loves to play
In rainy days
Of Seattle’s winter
Do you hear me now
It's too nice a day
I'm outside your window
I want to play.
Let's go to the arch
And dive off the side
Where the dragonflies march
And the water gets wide
We'll skip stones and compete
You're good, but I'll beat
We'll walk on a log
Find a turtle or a frog
We'll find a thrill in the mundane
Dad will take us to the water slide.
We'll go too fast, safe is too tame
But its stay on the sidelines or go for the ride.
I'll put a mouse in your shoe, but you'll get even with me
Just a practical joke, will be my plea
Revenge develops creativity
So you'll tie my sneakers up in a tree.
One day I'll be a fireman, you'll be a vet
We don't want to be kids till we're gray
Childhood's sun rises, Childhood's sun sets
Let's take it to the limit, then seize the day.
I stood for a while,
naked,
in front of the mirror.
My wife was out with friends
so I could use hers;
the full-length one
she is often reflected in
posing, choosing
just the right outfit for the occasion.
I avoid mirrors these days;
the fifteen minutes looking at myself
while the barber
does his best with my tangle of hair
is a torture.
So here I am
me,
and some stranger staring back at me
discussing which part of me I dislike,
subject
for a poetry contest.
We turn off the light
and agree
there is not enough paper in the world.
I look down as I type these words
and in consolation
say to myself
I have nice fingernails.
Skimming through the pages of core memories
Burnt yellow walls adorned with Western art on Blake Road
Watching Merlin with my siblings
Climbing an abandoned tree house behind our land
Fishin' near a ditch with a family of snails
Hiding in the barn while journaling
Hearing coyotes in the night
Chasing the sun before the horizon
Having picnics in the Sandia Mountains
Harvesting our vegetables and fruit
Seeing Jocelyn was the highlight of my day
Vivi swerving in her Kia on Central as we listen to 1901 by Phoenix–
Let me sink into the pages and reminisce my childhood.
Time has stolen from me
Where is my pause?
Where’s the mother tree?
Where am I now?
Please, let me be part of a moment that punctured my heart
I could go on and on…
Maybe I am caged to what was once a rush.
The science for true kindness is quite clear,
An act of kindness is more than just dear,
Good medicine for all, both far and near.
Smile at a stranger and say something kind;
It’s more than just changing a heart and mind,
You too will feel better, this you will find.
It lowers cortisol and blood pressure too;
Kindness does great things for me and you,
Increase your own mental health, it is true.
We can reduce stress and build self-esteem,
Giver and receiver living the dream,
Step right up and join the kindness team.
At times I blink twice, even thrice
at Chicago, a city that used to be nice
where I grew up in a lower-middle class milieu
but never was discriminated against as a Jew …
Today I live in an upper-middle class part of the city
and what folks shout at me is not very pretty
Swastikas drawn on our schools, even attempts at murder
An Israeli friend just visited us ~ what she witnessed unnerved her
Hear ye, hear ye, and understand,
something's spreading across the land.
Oh dread, it's like a virus or a bug -
or a most extraordinary drug.
This strange thing (they call it kindness)
does not cause pain or blindness.
It spreads, East to West, North to South,
when you smile and don't cover your mouth.
Warning: if you are feeling bad,
and you pass it on, you'll feel glad.
It has a life all of its own,
making folks feel they're not alone.
Great God, it spreads like wildfire,
a resistance is so hard to acquire.
I confess. I was down and exposed to it.
When you receive it, you can't forget!
Specific Types of Nice Poems
Read wonderful nice poetry on the following sub-topics:
birthday, christmas, friends, funeral, her, him, life, love, mom, roses are red, teachers, wedding
and more.
Definition | What is Nice in Poetry?
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