Her Nice Poems | Examples
These Her Nice poems are examples of Nice poems about Her. These are the best examples of Nice Her poems written by international poets.
Beneath a sky just brushed with gold,
Scott met a voice he used to hold—
Christina's laugh, a spark, a flame,
That time had dimmed but not untamed.
They talked as if the years had fled,
In verses spun from things unsaid.
Each word a thread, each smile a sign,
Two poets tracing back a line.
The coffee cooled, the hours flew,
Yet every glance felt strange and new.
She spoke of storms and calmer seas,
He listened close, he let her be.
He wiped a tear that slipped her cheek,
Not out of sorrow—just too deep.
The kind of feeling soft and slow,
That only wounded hearts can
His heart is full and she can tell,
For her own heart felt this as well.
No rush, no scripts, no grand design—
Just wondering if stars align.
He cares, but lets the silence speak,
No promises, just week by week.
One date, one poem, one subtle chance,
To share a spark, a second dance.
She writes, he reads—then he replies,
In quiet ink beneath wide skies.
Two souls who once had slipped apart,
Now writing stanzas of the heart.
Scott W.
what a nice poet
so lovely Jan Allison
pure poetess Jan
has been captivated by
butterflies since her lassie
You say you’re waitin’ on that beer
Well, they got one girl workin’ here
So go have a chip and some dip
Just relax, she’ll be bringing
You say your gin and tonic’s late
It seems that you’ll just have to wait
She’s been running around like a clown
Just sit back, keep on singing
And if you don’t want her to quit
Now stop your chomping at the bit
You see, the situation’s clear
They just got one girl workin’ here
St Patrick's Day Poetry Contest
Oliver Mckeithan
It's St. Patrick's Day and the night is hopping
A young women joins the revelers for a toast and a beer
She takes in a bar that has good window shopping
And after a few rounds she’s dancing to the cheer
The band is rocking and drumming the night
As she sails with the sea of green on the dance floors
She sterns to the beat and bows to a knight
For he's a gorgeous catch that she reels in to her shores
Love is in the air and Cupid's arrow hits her Leprechaun
There's an instant chemistry that's boiling over
For is her pot of gold at the end of the rainbow about to spawn
Or did she hopelessly find another three leaf clover
Her lucky charms were answered when he took her hand
And promised romance and courtship before they land
Throughout the coldest days of the mighty winter
Think of a sweet spring and dream of a mild summer
During the harshest hours of the wintry night
Think of flowers and dream of a pleasant sunlight.
Season comes, remains a bit and then flees
Life goes through a circular event like the bees
Like the moonbeams dancing around Mother Earth
In order to charm, embrace and kiss her to death.
In the middle of deep winter, think of a divine spring
And dream of bright and sultry summer days
Never feel hopeless and pessimistic about nothing.
Better days and glorious nights are always ahead
Remain positive and resilient as long as your head
Is present. Think and dream of warmer solar rays.
Copyright © January 2025, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
“if you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything at all”*
Such a sweet talker
He could talk a buzzard off a meat wagon
The truth lied in his mouth
Waiting…patiently…
Preying on the moment
Venom dripping from its fangs
The rattle just a distraction
And still they listened
Responded to its plea
For an “AMEN”
As the basket passed
Pennies from the poor
To feed his “privilege”.
She was less subtle
Standing on a street corner
Jingling an almost empty cup
For emptiness draws no attention
She speaks softly
Causing you to slow…to listen
Speaks of need, of loss
Of a longing to serve god
Could you but help her
As she fumbles for the i-phone
Chiming in her pocket
*Flower the skunks mother in Bambi”
Brand new Rolex watch!
A gift from her best friend
One day it just stops working
so she has to take it in
Watchmaker says, "Not worth it,
the flat Cyclops proves it's fake"
This news is so upsetting
She cries out, "For goodness' sake!"
Fighting first-date jitters
her boyfriend reads a poem
Adds, "You inspire me to write,"
Assures, "I wrote it on my own"
When she shares the poem with friends
several laugh, "You didn't know?"
"It's AI-generated!"
She screams, "AI AI No!"
When her boyfriend pops the question
she quickly answers, "Yes!"
Large diamond ring, so pretty
She is very much impressed
As she takes it for appraisal
she presents the ring with glee
When she asks about the 4Cs
Jeweler simply says, "CZ"
She wonders why in life
she can never catch a break
A Rolex watch, a lover's poem,
a diamond ring, all fake ...
Focusing on thoughts more mindful
reminds her of what real life means
Helping people is more important
than accumulating things
At the edge of the dark forest, in shadows
Breathing the heavy morning dew, just the two
soft commotions kiss the silence as they froze
listening, for a presence, gentle hearts flew
huffing, puffing, thick scents of moss, blackest earth
outfoxing the hunter whose sure to pursue
he’s been an ever present danger since birth
always, she’s two steps back and one step ahead,
hoping to make it through fall for what it’s worth.
she feels like she is living in constant dread
and her fawn, oh, how she yearns to protect him
each season, she’s trying to avoid bloodshed
often, she travels in the creeks where they swim
sometimes eating bits of their corn on a whim.
Contrast:
Between the predator and the prey:
She starts the hunt with blood in her eyes,
She’ll seek out the trespasser to say her goodbyes,
Outfoxing him, soon he’ll pay the final price
She’s going to kill him, so next fall they’ll think twice
Before trying to trick her – he should have played nice!
There’s never any sex in nice books,
No writhings until break of the dawn,
There’s never any sex in nice books
They leave that for works of soft ****.
In nice books they go out to dinner
Having been introduced by friends
Shake hand goodbye at her door
When that fateful first date ends
They continue to see each other
The way people in nice books can
Building a romantic scenario
Average young woman and her man.
And then she invites him home
After a night in too many bars
And, as nice books usually do
A page is broken by a line of stars.
The next scene is eating breakfast
And yes of course he stayed the night.
From the course of the conversation
You gather everything went just right.
You use your imagination in nice books
No moans and writhing until dawn
If you want a more explicit picture
You’ll have to progress to soft ****.
Chocolate bourbon sweet potatoes pie with honey and gramhan crackers in the crust!
A myth! Witches and Chalteons! He proclaimed. Than one said of the witches renderings of
a pork belly and turkey groundation! He called her unholy and uncaring.Might the people of now respect those of then! What respect comes in doubt ;that each who wishes not to support;prejudgment supports those in opposition. Ode to neither, and support of peace that might and power only speaks of the servers of the pkate'! Each plate differs, but for one to comply, he must render the ignorance of a uncertain future.stumble in the grass to fall. That she has boobytrapped the edges. Stand tall in your swell Ng that even your opposition understand your grips.
Dezentaine the Prophet
Colonel Volkov would surely impress the lovely Anastasia
His limousine driver pulled up at the Palace of the Czar
Taking lovely Anastasia by her dainty hand
Volkov would introduce her to champagne and caviar
Bowing gracefully before his highness
From his scabbard Volkov pulled his gleaming sword
Unexpectedly, the Czar did the same, frightening the dame
Blushing, she implored the mustachioed figure in haughty red
"I thought to have a pleasant evening, dine to fine music
Home to a bubble bath, and perhaps spread out in bed ..."
"I see," the Czar sneered, and said, fondling his sword
"You've both come this far, let's see your earn your board"
With a lunge at Volkov, the Czar pierced his skin
Blood spurting everywhere ~ foretaste of 'the ugly Russian'
Shes still the same,
Though her garments,
Change,
Like the seasons,
Her Beauty is still nice,
Kind with its nostalgia,
Though the streets,
Are empty,
And the trees,
Are shedding its leaves,
Her love still dances,
From moon to star,
Though the gardens,
Are chill with stillness
Reynaldo Casison
“Don’t you look nice!”, the waitress said
she left to get our ordered bread
as his black coffee cooled
he said, “You’ve got her fooled,”
and I went home and hid my head
nice cats family
lovely mother and four kids
just two look like her
Celebrate,
celebrate having known her,
her shallow depth and deep cold-heartedness
the seriousness that was ever there,
the facade, the pump and pain.
Celebrate the knowledge you are privileged to share,
with your family and friends, knowledge through unsavory remembrance.
Justice is but a walking shadow,
always whispering high tide, fresh bread.
And I have to yell back, no pennies, Prima Donna!