Good Times Poems - Poems about Good Times

Are you feeling happy or feeling sour? Mark the occasion with a liquid shower. Good times are what is preferred most. You may celebrate and raise a toast. Bad times, you might lament in rain, and champagne sometimes leaves a stain. ...

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He Will Lead Us we have our hope and strength with Jesus as our Lord He will lead us through the good times and bad ...

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Good times don’t last Fleeting, they vanish fast Some leave memories sweet as gold Others, scars that never heal Lingering in the shadows of our hearts. Just yesterday I was all she had Laughter filled the air No room for sorrow Good times were all we knew. But time, once slow Crawled upon our backs Then, like lightning, it vanished Leaving only echoes As sorrow...

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The ghoul lathered a cadaver ~ with a dagger, the cops gathered ...

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Heard this before? “Life is what you make it” So very true, we are all captains of our own vessel We are the ones that map out our course The winds of life are not always in our favour But the happiness we receive is much more gratifying Than always having things handed to us on a silver platter We appreciate...

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Today’s workplaces incommodious Laid off, the exuberant and joyous Atmosphere’s sterile Good times imperiled Efficiency’s drumbeat will destroy us ...

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She waited In silence and dismay Yet with hope of seeing better days ahead... She saw them she was about to grab them They flew away and vanished in haze... With a broken heart still with an unshattered hope She doesn't wait anymore but forges ahead in life... Favourable or adverse as might be the circumstance She is a dedicated mother at the end of the day who's got a...

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We live in good times (by most historical standards) Yet more accurately these are the best of times, and the worst of times, as not only is there everything imaginable happening, but every up must have a down. But in good times, with a good times mentality we think there shouldn’t be any down side, and if it comes then it must be...

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What Fun! I worked in a small call centre once The boss was fed up of being bossed about So left his job and set up his own call centre He became his own boss and my boss Gave me a job dialling varied accounts In the US UK and Australia Including tech support surveys sales Plus education and B2B accounts I learnt...

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Take me back to the dime bag days when we were hotel hippies, thirsty for trouble and stuck in a state of delirium. Our souls were scattered messes among the unbent hills - dreaming of rebellion and freedom, pockets...

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Talking to trees In nature's bliss Spring holds sway Decongesting nature's way Feeble boughs bloom Hope finds a room There’s a resurgence And gloom’s divergence Exotic fragrance fills the air Butterflies come out of their lair There’s a lavish show of colours In shades, symmetry and contours Spring harbingers a rebirth Dawn chauffeurs mirth Nature is in good times Trees swirl in pleasant rhymes May 16, 2023, Couplet Poetry...

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Butterflies, birds and flowers arrive in electrifying colored flocks: here's a novel time! greetings !...

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Absent Friend They dusted me down after twenty years. Come to my birthday, have a few beers. We missed you so much my dear friend. Sorry about the invites we failed to send. I was a best mate, sometimes a big sap. Your finest cue, the liver and bacon rap. Giggling about nothing entering a camp. Stuck behind a wheelchair climbing a ramp. The...

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Good times and bad times come and go, witnessed by presence from afar, so let not joy of bliss beats slow. Gentling thought, making heart mellow, exit the rat race; cease to spar. Good times and bad times come and go. The only thing we need to know, God's grace heals each and every scar, so let not joy of bliss beats slow. Make...

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Remembering many good times, I suspect, Is like repeating a favorite record continuously, Simply because you like to muse and reflect Even annoying others when doing it constantly. I recall songs I could have enjoyed endlessly Because I felt for the artist such great respect, Other times because of the melody’s beauty Remembering many good times, I suspect. Vinyls of special artists...

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