Best Cheered Poems

Many eons passed on Earth, who only saw your face
Untouched your virgin body, floating there in space
Waxing, waning, gibbous, crescent, quarter, full and new
Selene the...

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It was about seven in the morn as the sun was starting to rise
Unbeknown to the folks of Milton Creek they were in for a...

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Sitting on the cusp of dusk and evening
Placidly he ruminates where life has been 
When she still believed in vibrant springs
And exulted dawning of purple...

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Oh middle child, dear son of mine
You've always let the others shine
And through the years you stood aside
---I want to say I've noticed you ...

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Like the sun lights up the sky, 
A little girl when she was born, 
She snuggled right into our hearts
With heaven's sparkle in
Her eyes stole...

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I wanted to write
 The best slavery poem   ever written—
Perhaps win a Pulitzer or Faulkner. 

I had every intention of conforming 
To the...

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I met them once I landed in a place, 
they called it haven, a soiree place. 
Where people are nice,kind and cool. 
Some are young,...

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I reach out for my happy pill
To make the raging pain be still
My day with pseudo cheer to fill
To live, I need to find the...

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When I was a child,
summer at my Aunt Joanne’s
meant staying out as late as it took the sun to set!
And mostly with my cousin Chris,
I...

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Out shopping met an old friend from school
he turns to me serious looking
what are you at these days 
Well says I
working for a China man
picking...

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Oh Ganga! river so revered
your holiness purifies deep
if thy essence we let in seep.

From lord Shiva's hair you appeared
down the mighty Himalayas
quenching the thirsty souls...

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A nail goes in the barren wall to bring the spring alive
I can almost hear a bird that begs a morning sun to rise
There's a...

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It was a beautiful sunny morning so quiet and so still
As Sir Tom's Marmite army, charged up Tastebud hill
Queen Debs vast Vegemite army could see...

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A sword of the heavens did glean

From railings and arbors 
of dead thorn and bramble,
where ghostly reminders remain

Fall droplets of blood ‘pon
a crimson embroider
 left...

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A little girl approached her mother and said to her one day
"Santa Claus is not real, that's what all my friends say"
 Her tears began...

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