Good People Poems | Examples
These Good People poems are examples of People poems about Good. These are the best examples of People Good poems written by international poets.
Tell me masters of cringe
Should we suffer so long
Practising what you preach
Can’t you make it alone?
That will be fair enough
If you do what you say
Never mind a good laugh
You’re a joke anyway
You’re the masters of cringe
And you never retire
Your warlords on a binge
Setting buildings on fire
People want you to die
But the God says oh no
I don’t want these old guys
Strutting out at my show
They are devil’s concern
But the Devil says nay
They’re too stinky to burn
I shall kick them away
Back to where they belong
To that muddy old soil
Where they’ll drown all alone
In the puddle of oil.
AI-where even the ugliest person looks good
Love is the key
To being me
To being you
To being us
World needs more love
Do you agree ?
Show it to all
Love is the key
People hurt so much
A touch of love
They sure do need it
To change their life
I did it today to a guy
In church
All I said was your so cool
It made him feel good
Your message arrives at midnight.
A green phone lights in the dark
from a submarine at periscope depth.
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You ask how
I've been.
You tell me
it's raining
on the train
you're taking
to ride home.
Just thought
I would give
you a ring.
Is now a good
time for you?
How are you?
Is all OK?
Nothing urgent
Nothing wrong
just wanted
to touch base.
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A long pause,
someone laughs,
a cough nearby
tracks clatter
a horn sounds
like a sonar
ping echo
Down scope!
They're gone
What's left? A dial tone ... hmm hum.
A simple message to begin Pride Month (and every day)
It works for families, strangers and friends…
Good people do good things for other people
It’s where this message begins.
and where this message ends.
A loner drifts and struggles
A loner shifts and giggles
... flip and hop
... slip and drop
A loner never detaches from good people
A loner appreciates those who stay firm
and never turn purple.
A loner smiles and keeps his/her head down
A loner defies wickedness and never bow down
A loner, I may be, in an open world --
a small one and untenable from scrofulus strands
albeit all of me may change the torn world...
and being full and winnable in God's mighty hands!
A loner...
She gave from the garden tended with care
He gave his time was little to spare
They gave thanks for all they could share
The above dr perscribed invermectin another Aussie, was par-exellentin.' She
Got banned it went against ( the plan.?)
For good good meds to people direct'n
And now it comes to pass, now that old
Hysteria is past, its also great in fighting
Cancers..? Gives you a chance so
It seems? a real
Life enhancer.)
SELFISHNESS is not from God
OPPORTUNITIES are for all
WINNING is not everything
I do not have to be number one
NOW is not always the best time
GREED is never good
ADD the good
NARCICISM is not from God
GOD loves us all
RIGHT is right
EMPTINESS follows wrong
AND fulfillment follows right
PEACE comes from God
I must love all others
NEVER look down on others
GOD is watching all of us
P and S was a meet and greet
Although they never thought about each other in the beginning
It was just a quaint introduction and nothing more
Suddenly words became virtues
P started to write poetry aspirations
S wrote inspirating sentences
Collaborations seemed to be forming together unknowingly to one another
Somehow intertwine became genuine
That’s when P and S knew they were meant to be
Poets at heart
Being their own alpha letters
Poetry became better and better
However, P and S needed to take their alpha letters and form an enterprise in a partnership
The thought being “POETRYSOUP”
What a combination
Together as a team
Smooth and Gentle
Nothing extreme
Streams through emotions
Words coming out
P and S the vowels of Poetry Soup
Full of um um good.
Blot that once covered the East with blood
Inscribed scars and marks on walls and
grounds like dark cloud
Gongs of pains and sufferings that made history
Relics of cold bones and tragic memory
End of Second War that changed its course
Deeds of fettled people with great pride and honor
Destiny of united generations of undaunted force
Orbited with gold and leis of valor
The glorious symbol of big red dot on white and purified cloth
Obedience makes you a good citizen.
Clear conscience does better than a group of dozen.
(Prosebite)
Democracy is a portmanteau word
People in power, it’s well understood
The power is huge, and the people are not
They give power to a few who sound good
And those representatives are ruling class
They don’t smell like “demos” at all
But they like to be chosen by them, or by us
As democracy fable is told
But there is a sweet paradox I discovered
The assortment of those who campaign
Can’t recognize that it’s people in power
Because ruling’s an elitist game
Plain people aren’t very ‘elite’, to be frank
It’s believed they are not that refined
So what it boils down to is the front rank
Of the very top people aligned
But do you believe it? I doubt if you can
Considering what’s on the list
And what is prepared for us by those men
Looks not too enticing, at least.
Some point at principles as high as Everest
But when it comes to practice no exult
Appears, and more so, no interest
So what has been achieved, what's the result?
Conventions, declarations and agreements
Attempts of paperwork to stop the time
Let’s count the profit gained from these events
I want to hear about result if you don’t mind
For all that’s good in human, let’s enhance it
I can’t believe it must be complex or occult
After the hardships overcome we all admit
Don’t disappoint, just tell me the result
You wise men in your offices, or beggars
On wetted benches in the park, excuse me please
What’s the result of all the good for us
Apart of air we're still allowed to breathe?
Indiginous English, Scots and Welsh..Who are homless, or between accomodation
Should not be, left on the proverbial shelf
As long as they have credentials..Or true
Fellow citizens who will stand, to vouchsafe they are genuine, with best intentions for their own land, it will be to the
Credit of a Nation steeped in, the common good, the better ideals; that burned as it
Were the beacon, that the world would
observe. Thats well understood, the
better optic to observe through, to build their strengths, deep within..
I proffer this in reason
That a balance may, be struck..So the weal of
A Nation be again treasured, now do away with insanity's truck.'
some people love parties
yabber jabber talk talk talk
Eyes a flashing, ice a splashing
I am not one of them
too loud
too fake
too contrived
too many attention-seekers
too few listeners
pretense and anxiety
I prefer staying home
in my pajamas
reading a good book