Best Cheeriness Poems
Friends are like stars
Steady, glittery and bright
Embossed perfectly
With their yellow-white
To the black velvet
Of our dreary minds
Adorning them with
Eternal sparkles of light
Inspiring us with their
Deep keen insights -
Each one unique
Of it's own kind;
Friends are like stars
Luminous and lustrous
Radiating rays of hope
When in darkness we grope
As life's harried hassles
Leave us doomed and baffled
Eclipsing the brightness and
Cheeriness of our souls -
Each one glinting
With its warm glow.
Date: 08/08/2022
For Simile Contest
Sponsor: Hilo Poet
I have withdrawn from grim and gloomy feelings.
I have no time for wistful faces that plague the day
with melancholy conversation and life-sucking sadness.
The drama too much to digest and too trivial to express.
The shroud of depression envelopes the soul
spiraling it toward the depths of psychosis.
Discard delusions of undignified and unfounded discontent.
Instead, I seek cheerful gladness and joyful vibes.
I invest my time with gregarious and social aspects
of amiable discourse and exuberant life-serving happiness.
The manzai of life situations is peculiar funniness.
The revealing mirthful banter opens the psyche
whirling it toward heights of responsible normalcy.
Embrace each moment as though it is the last – it could be.
Early morning delivers birdsong joys,
as the darkness is swept away by God.
Undulations for my ears, sonorous
and dear, over and over - I ponder
small bodies with feathers, noteworthy songs.
Why does their cadence console us each day
as the sunrise breaks forth with cheeriness?
How awfully sad that the night dwellers sleep!
They douse their ears with flammable liquid.
I weep for soused sufferers who miss out!
I spied the church steeple, with a “caw, caw.”
I bet those crows are there each day to greet
those seeking the inner doors of its peace.
Who notices but I, the poetess?
Who cares at all if crows speak well of us?
Morning
The doctor called the next man in
And offered him a chair
Observing him in silence
As he wrestled with despair.
A minute passed before they spoke
And when he raised his head
With tearful eyes he whispered that
He wished that he was dead.
"Those tides wave back and beckon me
When I walk along the sand.
I gave up life at sea and now
I’m all at sea on land.
I used to be a real man
And was never mocked before.
I hide each day inside my shell.
With no 'porpoise' anymore.
Rules of logic don’t exist
In the world I live in now.
I really want to help myself
But sadly don’t know how.
I planned to study back at school
But admit I didn’t go.
Schools of whales and schools of fish
Are the only schools I know."
The doctor was the best in town
And knew her patient well.
She agreed to medication
And support throughout his hell.
She also gazed towards the stars
To muster up some hope
And helped him try to help himself
In ways that he might cope.
Noon
The man returned to clinic
Sounding cheerful as he said:
“Thank you I'm much better
You have helped me clear my head!
Your input worked! I’m feeling well!
I'm off to sea tonight!”
The doctor sat back in her chair
As things did not feel right..
Night
He watched the lobsters from the sea
Dance on the croquet green
Then came around in hospital
From what felt like a dream.
Later That Night
Half-awake and half asleep
With the doctor near his side
He learnt he’d tried to end it all
And very nearly died.
"A nurse agreed to follow you
And then pulled you from the sea.
He was acting on instructions
From a plan set down by me.
Your cheeriness was rooted
In your plans to take your life;
I sensed this during clinic
As your doctor - and ex-wife."
With a sprightly gait and a bag full of dreams
I confront this concrete jungle, uncharted as it seems
Like a maiden with a sparkle in her eyes
Luring with beautiful lies
A smile, giving light to darkening skies
A cheeriness that utter strife belies
Neon lights, head lights, street lights, city lights
In broad night light, who needs a flash light?
Being here, it feels right
Find love, I just might
Blurry yet so bright
Fleeting, soon it takes flight
Like a graffiti of colours
Brilliant and belligerent
Lights dancing at night hours
Radiant and iridescent
By music in the moonlight, I am happily greeted
A breezy tranquility, sonorously interrupted
THE FIRE INSIDE
I have to tamp down
the fire inside
for not all are stoked
with flaming eyes
my cheeriness
might be their demise
the fire inside
explosive it drives
the quiet insane
so i try extra hard
to contain myself
the gypsy dance
leaps and thrives
with clanging bells
a crimson skirt
circumnavigating
the darkest night
the fire it burns
in rhythmic bursts
crackling in time
to poetic verse
sunshine yellow
and orange tongue
the reflection of
happiness
11/10/2017
The Fire Inside Contest
1st Place
Walking into this room I smell a hint of cinnamon and lavender leaving the room,
Something young inside this bitter old heart flickers for a start,
A child within grasping the thin strand of lost memories,
Painful chest feeling pulsating to the skin,
I feel a sad-full cheeriness to remember something that was lost within,
A momentarily realization of the layers of sadness covering what might be hiding within.
CHEERINESS ON A CHAIR NEAR A CHEERY CHERRY TREE
Cheery cherry blossoms bunched all aglow
Appealing apple blossoms all grow in a row
Spontaneously planned picnics on a particularly pretty afternoon
Evenings made misty by a mystically merry moon
Cloth clinging to clandestine crevices of feminine delight
While that mystic moon mesmerizes the night
My lover’s arms beckoning me to the bosom of her bed
Apple and cherry blossoms resplendent in red
Laughter by a lake where larks dare the dark
That impromptu picnic in a placid and peaceful park
Dinner for two while two share only one chair
A feast with finesse for one so fine and so fair
Birthdays rewarded with the gift of dreams faithfully fulfilled
Holidays marked by wonder a woman’s wiliness willed
Her longing to please me with an abundance of grace
Her longing looks when passion gives chase
She being there to repel revelations of remorse
She being there when I need her of course
A countenance to curtsy and conclusively entice
A delicate delicacy deemed by the daylight and delight’s device
I swear the woman dares the sun to shine as bright as she
And we to emphatically embrace when ‘tis the night to see
Cheery cherry blossoms blessing both branch and bud
She to be as essential as all my life’s blood
My lover to aide and abet me in any simple or serious task
That’s the woman I’m seeking, so is that too much to ask?
© 2012…..PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
Sunshine effused into my cup,
nebulous…with vanilla silk.
Stir-and-sip splendid sunrise.
Murkiness vanishes, supplanted
by cheeriness and clarity.
1/31/2022
One day in May, the shadowed oak -
the lovey-doveyness, it spoke.
Its foliage in zephyr rush.
of coquette prettiness; it’s blush.
Under God’s eye, unseen choir brings
a lofty cheeriness with wings,
a maypole merriment of tweets,
its honey biz of plaited beats.
Even when she laughs, she’s sad
her smile does not reach her tired eyes
deep within her heart, pain spreads, she feels so bad
life was never her friend, it betrayed her, she cries
She has completely forgotten her fieriness
gone is her smile, her happy mask, her frank cheeriness
look around, death surrounds her, she’s lost in soul weariness
Lonely, she saunters mid trees to find a way out
birds give her company, the grave’s her hideout
here, her unheard tears can shout
She weeps, she cries behind smiles, but she’s not mad
it is not her fault that whoever she loves, dies
her desolate life’s filled with dreariness
she’s broken, yet strong…penning away all doubt.
07.19.2021
For Constance La France's "Writing Prompt - Fragmented Spaces" contest
Bearing the weight of signs and kindly murk,
no frock on hands, I glory in my work.
O joy of first snow - I beam in the cold,
starved for the feast of December Eve gold.
Of dark dreary nights, balm to dwell inside.
Not so, when the sky unveils a white bride.
Twirling, grinning like a little girl, smiles
fall from nimbostratus clouds a short while.
Simplicity, from God’s trust, delivers,
bright cheeriness and heavenly shivers.
12/1/2020
December 2019
Written: by Miracle Man
12-26-2019
December, for me, is a month of bad memories,
But self worth has survived, once more, course emery’s.
My holidays are depressing not filled with merriness,
Recent past always emerges, overshadowing my cheeriness.
I awakened this morning feeling somewhat whipsawed,
Feeling as if all night, I’d been scratched and clawed.
Like a fighter in training for the next Olympiad,
I Must have had ten dreams and each one was bad.
Though a lot of good things, in December, has occurred,
Jesus’ birth is the only thing that wasn’t blurred.
My mind seems to be dominated by only the bad,
And I can’t recall the last good nights sleep I’ve had.
Queen of golden years
As usually believed,
Her striking cheeriness
I so longed and craved.
She has ruled through the years
With the crown of her reign,
Her kingdom is immersed
In the annals of rein.
With the courage that conquers
She sailed to the wilderness,
She danced with the leopards,
She assailed the surging tides.
Her wit that deceives
The clever and the wise-
A destiny conceived,
A bastion on the rise.
Humphrey please rescue me!
I am drowning at the sea;
May the hands of destiny
Row my boat to victory.
74 years now my father is
In leisure time, always praying and staying at home
Pleasing conversation with the life partner
Whose age is also 64
The ebb of life, connection to the supreme being in mind
Yesterday was Vijaya Dashami of the Hindu community,
The last praising carols around with musical hymns
Huge organized for immersion of the Durga Idol
No, at this age, my father has just a retired mind
Retirement arms, legs, body
Sitting on the sofa
Watching TV after evening prayers
He was traveling from this channel to that channel
calling my mother, He was showing the idol relinquishment
And he said- has it any meaning
Whom I worshiped-adored, I have abandoned Her again!
Suddenly the parents stopped talking, the TV turned off at 6.30 pm
The niece came and told - the grandfather had said that the picture tube was damaged,
I will not be able to watch the IPL game at night!
Moments without TV it seems to be very annoying
The world seems to be dead
There is no noise anywhere
The drama of life seems to have stopped along with the dramas of the TV serial
The cheeriness of the cheers girls also seemed to take away that picture tube
It is unknown that from when the virtual colorful world became the friend of this family
But there is no doubt that last night's moments without TV were a sad life of prison cell
27.10.2020 Chattogram