Him Nice Poems | Examples
These Him Nice poems are examples of Nice poems about Him. These are the best examples of Nice Him poems written by international poets.
I saw god near a pawnshop today:
He had a crack pipe and
a crooked smile.
When he asked me for
a quarter, I gave it to
him.
And that’s when he
told me of his
omnipotence.
What a neat
guy.
He's a kind neighbor, rare to find these days
Helpful, respectful, giving in so many ways
All the while his wife he loves is sadly ailing
He provides day to day clearly, without failing
Retired from a long working life, a thoughtful volunteer too
Carrying a sense of humor that will help you laugh and renew
He's a kind neighbor, rare to find these days
He brings light with his presence and follows God's ways
The world needs more people like him, neighbor to neighbor aside
Bringing blessings, bringing light, where there's no need to hide
Heidi Sands
5/13/25
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Tujhse shikaayat nahi rakhti main,
Tere manaane ka andaaz,
Kaafi pasand hai mujhe
Har baat kitni gaur se sunta hai tu meri,
Sochti hoon, badle mein aisa kya doon tujhe?
Kuch aisa...
Ki tujhe dekhkar samundar bhi pighal jaaye,
Kuch aisa...
Ki chaand apni roshni mein kho jaaye,
Kuch aisa...
Ki taare bhi apni chamak bhool jaayein,
Kuch aisa...
Ki raaste apni manzil kho dein,
Kuch aisa...
Ki raat kabhi khatam hone ka naam na le.
Par kya karoon,
Jitna mere liye tu khaas hai,
Utna khaas toh kabhi kuch mila hi nahi mujhe...
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!
I’m going to turn a new green leaf
No more Ms follow the rules
I’m going to be a woman so naughty
That lights the eyes of guys like red jewels
Maybe I’ll be a bit of a tease
Until I chose my next violet victim
He will feel nice so cool like a king
As I caress him so lovingly kiss him
Then I will pick a fight
And invite him to my room
We can make up all night
By the light of a strawberry moon
I’m not married so it’s a sin
One I’m ready to explore
For waiting on a specific gentleman
Has become quite a blue bore
No little girl
don't go to him
he looks so kind
he looks so neat
but deep inside
he is like a brick
like a rock in the water
dry and thick.
Jessica
Young Malcolm was meek, rarely riled,
asking for korma, quite mild,
they all thought him nice,
until ordering rice,
that was where Malcolm went wild.
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 ****.
Leaders should not be
Vindictive, Him comes power
Don't give tit for tat.
When We Know A Cool Apple Cider Would Be Nice
Brownish red hues emitted from angry red skies
Such depths of emotions sometimes are born from lies
Much as rattle-snake rings it tails before it bites
Poor country boy sang, save me, just before he dies
And there was no angel to save him that black-night
As wild river turns and floods the new founded town
The town throng asked who is wrong and who is right
All the hero gave them was a tormented frown
The storm smiling idlily, at first hides its face
Then it gave forth rampant lightning and heavy blows
When all was over we had such a torn up place
We knew that old man Satan had played his show.
Asking ourselves if the pain is worth the damn price.
When we know, a cool apple cider would be nice.
Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
April 5th 1974
Note
Sometimes we know that making the decision is much harder than the actual fight will be.
Never shout, but wait for a moment
Kindly reserve every bad comment
Show not openly your emotion
As it may lead to sad demotion
Check your tongue with caution
Interact with great forevision
When someone is really wrong
To inform him, never prolong
Do it in a gentlemanly way
Help all and positively stay
Rectify the errors of all
By being a lovely pal
To err is no doubt human
As it is the most common
When you point out the mistake
No one's heart you must break
Very wisely tackle the World
World will supply you gold
If your words comfort and soothe
Your life will become fully smooth.
Terror reigns as fire from the sky
Signals more civilian patriots will die,
Even as seasoned diplomats feebly try
Putin’s in charge, and he’s not a nice guy.
Proverbially, someday in hell … he’ll fry,
When Righteousness hears Ukrainians cry
We cannot think Good will simply pass by
Accepting the tyrant’s despicable alibi,
Is he on some crazy narcissistic high?
No one supports him, certainly not I,
Perhaps a slash up high on his thigh
Would give him more than reason to sigh,
How could nations have believed his lie?
Shall we wring our hands, Me-Oh-My?
Must do more than drain his economy dry
Europe will be appearing in his targets nigh,
I'd pay an assassin to tell Putin bye-bye!
written March 4, 2022
There is a rare and special creature
lost in the mists of time
women search so far and wide
for a nice man divine
He hides away in a secret land
and ventures out now and then
if you are able to catch one
don't let him escape to his den
He treats you well and oh so kind
he's sweet and funny too
he'd never deign to hurt you
so treat him well and be true
Mickey
Nice but dim
Smells like death
Or someone died in here
Yes Mickey
But
This is a wake and we are
in a funeral parlour after all
Kind of an occupational hazard
or goes with the territory
What did you think or we're
expecting it would smell like
You do work in an abattoir
don't you
And strangely enough may
i ask why have you come
In what appears to be either
your work clothes or fancy dress
Trick or Treat and Halloween was
last weekend
Leave him alone he's harmless
And at least he has lightened
the mood
It's like a morgue in here
Deeply reaching the edge of the ocean
I do not feel the need for forgiveness although I regret
Revenge a tool for the weaklings will never affect me
A bloodthirst animal is what I came to feel like
A never ending cycle reaching towards authority and recognition
Past fears are the waste of times I'm trying to gain back
I know they want to be my friend but the animal spirit
Showed me what happens to those who settle, an easy take down.
I wanted to show him affection but it's the wrong time for any of this, you believe in love and I too but I hardly imagine a world in it now. Where were you 3 years ago?
That time I longed for a kiss that time your warm arms would have made me whole; now I am a fighter never willing to negotiate or compromise and ready to die, divide or annilihate
I will forget about love and reach the skies I want to take everything and replenish that burning fire inside me and anything in my way to freedom shall surely die.
But I wish you the best...