Good Intentions

Good Intentions

I’ve paved a road with good intention
Which my last poems have neglected to mention

I try to take care of everyone
But often forget to look out for number one

No one else is going to do it for you
Don’t hold your breath, you just turn blue

Even when you have a good plan
You have to stick to it the best you can

Sometimes it’s hard to keep on track
But think of all the money you can stack

No matter what comes your way
Do what’s right, that’s all I can say

Lead you life wisely, yesterday, today and tomorrow
For time is surely something you cannot borrow

Inspirational Poems
By: Gregory Smitheman


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I Must Not Stay

I Must Not Stay

I must not write of our candlelight

I must not speak of our soft delight

I must not say

I must not try to hold your eyes

I must not prize this life's surprise

I must not pray

I must not shake your castle wall

I must not take this feathered fall

I must not stay

By Helen Lewis


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New Life

New Life

The thunder rolls
Rain fills holes

Lightening a flashin’
Loud noises a clappin’

Winds blow hard
Breezes cover the yard

Mud starts to slide
Rains to subside

Clouds begin to clear
Sun pokes out about near

The end of a shower
Brings life, a new born flower

Short Poems
By: Gregory Smitheman


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High Noon

High Noon

The sun gets high
Almost to the middle
Of the baby blue sky

The dew is fine
Most of the leaves
As green as limes

Listen to the creek
As it passes by
Babbling from a peak

A single fish splashes
The color of gold
Shimmers and flashes

Geese land in the lake
To use the water
A bath to take

From here through noon
The sun is bright
Eventually eve come soon

Short Poems

By: Gregory Smitheman


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The Devil In Me

The Devil In Me

I want to look in the mirror and recognize my face
Don’t put me back,

in that God awful place

Send me to rehab, far, far away
Eventually to come back a changed man,
At the end of the day

I’ll never understand the department of corrections
It’s an anomostic place, 

full of miss-directions

Jail doesn’t teach you what not to do
It’s life with criminals, 

unable to construe

I’ve been blamed for things , that I’ve done
When influenced by alcohol, 

skitso I become

The devil takes over and my morals they flunk
I’m not the same person,

when I am drunk

I’ve done my research, my theories are true
I am not in control,

when the things I do

When I am sober, I put this in writing
To remember the other half, 

the battle I’m fighting

Please believe I hate this useless hack
I wish this person away, 

and never come back

How can I possible survive his wrath
I want to control it, 

take the right path

Please see through the despair and shame
Never again will I be the same

I’ve lost battles, but will win this war
To get my life back now, and forever more.

Insprirational Poems

By: Gregory Smitheman


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Dawn of Day

Dawn of Day

Hear a cricket chirp
The coffee pot on
A single perk

The sun's a risin’
Off to the east
A foggy horizon

A deer out back
Exploring around 

 an early snack

A squirrel darts up a tree
To get a better view 

 to show off for me


Morning's coming to an end
See the rays
Peer around the bend

A vibrant start
To a day that is
Morning to part.


Short Poems
By: Gregory Smitheman


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The Life I Want: Clean & Sober

The Life I Want: Clean & Sober

Yet again I’ve slipped back into a hole
Only now I must come clean and cleanse my soul

Why do I do the things that I do?
There’s no one to blame, but my disease for the brew

I’m an alcoholic and this I know
I need help, so rehab I’ll go

When I drink I’m a different person
I black out till morning, this is certain

I know my family is behind me
But getting to the point, they may disown the

I’ve been giving more than one chance
A drinking problem I have, the truth I dance

The next day I don’t remember anything
It’s guilt in my stomach, the sickness I bring

I haven’t done anything worth taking my life
I want to grow old some day, maybe kids & a wife

I’ll do whatever it takes to make this right
But please don’t make me sit in hell for one more night

I’ve turned to god many times before
Asked him for forgiveness, to settle the score

I’d give up my life to stay out of jail
My life is credit, I’d use it as bail

Please don’t make me go back again
I’m following God, my only true friend.

Sobriety Poems

By: Gregory Smitheman


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Literal Vomit

Literal Vomit

My mind is open to any suggestions
To get any input would be a blessing

My mind runs around in little circles
Until my face turns three shades of purple

You ever wonder what we’re after?
Life’s an open book, a self writing chapter

Pen to paper faster than a comet
It comes out like literal vomit

Quickly I write, pen in hand
Sometimes “I” often think my writings are bland

But again & again you read the next one
Every single poem , until you’re done

Where does it take you, no one knows
Like lost in a corn field, endless rows

But as long as I write, my mind will stay sane
And for this, I’m grateful, and shall not complain!

By: Gregory Smitheman


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WHERE ARE THE SOLDIERS

WHERE ARE THE SOLDIERS

Where are the soldiers who march in line?

Where are the soldiers every color and kind?

Where are the soldiers who made their moms cry?

Where are the pilots who face death in the sky?

Where are the soldiers born brave of heart?

Where are the girls and boys that part?

Serving our country with their future on the line

Battling the enemies of freedom of mind.

All of us are soldiers with missions of our own

We do what we do as history is sown.

Support our troops who we love and adore

Support our troops with prayers, letters and more.

Where are the soldiers so far, far away?

How many will perish no one can say.

Where are the soldiers we love night and day

Deployed world over to keep evil at bay.

By: Tom Zart 


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A Self Reflection Poem

A Self Reflection Poem

At times I sit and ponder

And my thoughts begin to wander

I look forward with my eyes to what I see

Brooding thoughts of thunder

My heart begins to wonder

What it is that I’m supposed to be

So, I observe this world around me

And in truth it does confound me

Though my searchings fail to make things any clearer

These eyes that feed perceptions

May be skewed, and need corrections

I imagine as a step up to my mirror

Then a thought did strike upon me!

Realized sweetest irony

That what we see with we can never see

But one may use reflections

Handy tools in soul dissections

To gaze into the gaze that one calls Me

And though the vision may be backward

And its message slightly awkward

It says, “I am what I am meant to be.”

And that will have to be enough.

By Alexander Howe 


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