Best Happinessday Poems
I have listened to many songs.
I have come to many conclusions.
I have asked so many questions.
Yet I have found not one answer.
I have put all my faith on you.
I have given you my heart; you have not taken care of it.
You mistreated me when all I did was care.
What does it take?
What will make you realize the truth?
I will not forever stay.
I will not wait one day after forever.
I will no longer wish on stars.
I will no longer mistreat you in order for you to understand.
It has come to the point were I will now leave.
Will it take this much for you to understand?
Maybe me letting you go will make you finally seek me.
Maybe in time you will have noticed what is true.
That I have always been there, that what I once felt was once true.
You said it once; I still remember “Or may fall for a guy like me.”
It was too late, didn’t you know, and could you not see?
I will leave with the hope that you will come back.
I will not wait forever, not a day after.
I will be patient.
There will be a point were I will stop feeling things for you.
There will be a point when all there is is hate.
But I will stay here, waiting, oh so very patiently.
I will wait with the hope of forever, or the hope of never.
Form:
Today is your day I wish
You enjoy every moment
May all of your dreams come true
That this day bring joy to you
I pray you see many more birthdays
And so much happiness
You are amazed
That your whole life be bright
Like the stars shine in the night
Friends from every where
Show you how much they care
Be Blessed with longevity
That gifts be given you
From every one you see
On this day you were born
Happy Birthday
With all of my love
When we are young we are told
"don't let youth pass you by"
That before we know it life will pass
"in the blink of an eye"
As a child we are invincible, we live
life day to day,
We don't care what tomorrow brings
we only want to play.
Teen years, we experiment with sex,
drugs and crime.
Not worried about repercussions, we
still have lots of time.
After this we get a job just starting
out our life,
Get married and have kids, with your
husband or wife.
In your 30s now, so many
responsibilities for you,
Dreams have to be put on hold,
there's just too much to do.
My advice to you my friends is never
tempt your fate,
Live your dreams when you can, you
don't ever have to wait.
Cause the day will come when you
wake up, and you can't help but
think.
That "why did life go by so fast" and
"why'd I have to blink"
My perfect day is being at the beach
My perfect day is swimming in the sea
My perfect day is playing at the park
My perfect day is watching the birds sing away
My perfect day is having a dance
My perfect day is singing out loud
My perfect day is looking at flowers
My perfect day is being at Newark
My perfect day is watching all the animals
My perfect day is spinning round and round
My perfect day is playing in the rain
My perfect day is jumping up and down
But most of all
My perfect day is being with my family and friends
BY JAMES CHRISTIAN
a beautiful day
a light day becomes so beautiful in every
beautiful way
i said my ceizar i would forever stay by your side
each night that turns
each day the become so real in your eyes so beautiful so bright
like the moons light the stary night
rain gentle fall over the beautiful Rio DE janeiro shore
where you and me will rest forever more
my ceizar you are my forever cure
EU Te amo ceizar of Duncan
Eighty-Six Thousand Four Hundred
Iye! Another day
And from the blink of sleep
From the cosset of sheets
The incessant alarm pulls my feet
Iye! Another day
And the sun has conveyed splintered shadows through the trees
To dapple my wits with the even darker
The broadside of purpose waking
Twenty-four hours for repeating
And strange it seems how beauty is lost
Not one single enterprise to change belief
The daily eating of my heart
Numb and chilled through emptiness
Iye! Another day
Born with a slit throat and choked deliverance
Hollow soul to hollow life
Witness to nothing but splintered moment
Silence
Desperate quiet unreachable silence
And so it seems this thin blood
This weak and paltry empathy for fate
This ritual of eighty-six thousand four hundred
Iye! Another day
For the isolation of movement to beckon
And batter its tide on my dreams
Only to transport another useless day
To its inevitable conclusion
I lay and shy with the predominant why
Why should I
For the courage and fortitude of ordinary people
Is but control to the denizens of the animal political
And my loneliness but a rumour to vacant ears
And in the eighty-six thousand four hundred
The speech of denial records that it has lost all faith in me
Iye! Another day
Another day to deserted hope
Another day of discarded love
Another day of futile intimacy
To pull me from my cocoon of sleep
And thirty one thousand five hundred and thirty six thousand
For us to keep
I didn’t know the doctor.
I don’t know how I chose him.
Perhaps my landlady had recommended him
or maybe I simply picked him
from the yellow pages.
I was two thousand miles away
from my mother or any relative
or friend with whom I could
go to for advice.
It was embarrassing to open
up to this stranger,
but I needed to know.
The doctor had bad news for me.
I was not pregnant and it was
doubtful that I would ever be pregnant.
My body had betrayed me.
I left his office in despair
and cried myself to sleep
in my young husband’s arms
after I had burdened him
with the doctor’s report.
I wanted to be pregnant.
I needed to be pregnant.
Most of the young brides of my age
had a baby during the first year of marriage.
It was going on two years for us
with no sign of pregnancy.
I was alone all day while
my husband worked and
my baby would be company.
We had come to this city for work,
when my husband could not
find a good paying job
near our native home in North Dakota.
I was young and lonely.
The doctor had given me a prescription
to take for the symptoms that had puzzled me.
I don’t remember the name of the medicine
but it made me very ill.
The nausea did not get better
so I returned to the doctor.
He decided to give me the rabbit test.
The test came back positive.
My husband was worried about me.
World War Two was in full swing.
He thought he would be drafted and
he didn’t want me alone in the city
so far from my family.
We left the city of Detroit and
moved out to the West Coast
where my folks now lived.
We arrived by train, just
two weeks before my baby was born.
It was March 4th, 1943 when
I first held my beautiful son.
I inspected his perfect body,
gazed at his beautiful face and
smiled at the bright red hair on his head.
It was the happiest day of my life.
For Carol Brown's Happiest Day contest won 5th place
Bunny hop four o'clock in the morning bunny hop
for the morning rush bunny hop to catch the bus
bunny waits for the day to begin bunny meets a friend
bunny hop time to goes to break bunny hop just can't wait
damn when will this day end bunny hop just had a thought
this can't be all that life has to offer bunny hop back to the
bus stop
bunny hop open surprise box to read lottery ticket brings bunny hop
to tears see blessings are near bunny life will never be the same
joy and laughter replaces every day strain.
Copyright@February2010
Happiness though needs no reason to survive
But one day it came as in heavenly disguise
Happiness crossed boundaries making day bright
As i was blessed to bring smiles to my parents life...
Feel my bare toes weave in and out
Moist mossy green grass
To warm golden-yellow sand
Feel the breeze rush around
My smooth summer-tan skin
Feel stonger winds take control
Over my chin-length chestnut brown hair
Hear the graon of the floating dock
Rocking with wake
From speeding boats
Hear children nextdoor
Scream as they take turns
Jumping into freezing waters
Hear the yells of excitement
As men scream to the biased refs on the TV
See smiles on everyones faces
Enjoying time together
See food, food, food
And more food
Waiting to be eaten
See a smooth blue-green lake
Completely surrounding me
Smell fish resting peacefully
Under the smooth water
Smell hotdogs, hamburgers, fish, and chicken
Grilling away for our dinner
Smell gasoline from the big
Red container
Wating to be empited into a boat
Taste that little bit of fishy water
Still left in my mouth
From the tube wipe-out!
Taste bubbling goodness
Of Dr. Pepper
Taste salty deliciousness of
Grandma's chex-mix
Feel the last bit of todays sun
Soak into my sunburned
Smooth summer-tan skin
Feel my mind fill with wonder
For the day to come
Feel my eyes slowly shut
As the day winds down
And I sit here on the swing
Enjoying another great day at the lake
Form:
Our wreath is found on a day of snow;
Snow-filled roads and glistening flakes.
Flakes of crystal fall on the pine;
Pine-filled forests christened with falling snow.
Snow falls on the morning of Christmas.
Christmas wreath upon the door
Doorbell rings; it's Christmas day!
Day of love, day of peace, day of snow.
Weary are the pens of writing unseen verse,
Their lives aren’t what they’d hoped for and they feel it’s getting worse.
The day that saw them made is a day they can’t forget,
Their maker scooped them up and held them tightly to his breast.
‘My pens, my pens, you truly are my best creation yet!
Each one of you shall conquer life, great things you can expect!
You’ll help to shape the words of kings and authors loved and famous,
Your work with them shall never die,
Forever entertain us!’
So with a loving hand the maker placed the pens in cases,
Then shipped them off in packaging to a number of different places.
With adventure in their inky hearts they travelled far and wide,
Facing up to every fear with that knowledge safe inside.
The knowledge that purpose lived and breathed,
The thoughts their father helped conceive.
Beyond his life the pens survived and right until the day he died,
The pens knew not the burning fire,
Their father was a bare-faced liar.
Many others shared their dream,
To be the first pen of the queen,
And hoped and prayed and wished the same,
Careers of pure success and fame.
But not a drop of fame they found,
Instead a thought was picked and bound,
Securely fastened in the ground.
The thought was present inside each pen,
Though hidden would awaken when,
The pens were near to one another,
Togetherness had been uncovered!
The key to happiness they found that day.
Togetherness is the only way.
It is one of God's own treasures
And is presented unto me
In a frame of golden sunshine
On a sea of tranquility.
This day is worth the living through
The other three sixty and four.
It's accompanied with a promise,
He will someday, be sending more.
Forgive me please, for lamenting
When skies were dreary, dark and gray.
They were part of the formula
That created this special day.
I'm glad it comes infrequently,
This unique day and its pleasures.
I recognize its summer dress.
It is one of God's own treasures.
Labor day is here,
sitting outside as
the breezes gently
blow through the patio.
Blue skies for now,
so quite and still
by this afternoon showers
will be on us.
Labor day breezes
feeling so good on
this day so glad
and free.
Loving this freedom
of wants and wishes
coming true on
this beautiful day.
wrote 9-1-08
The day had started out pretty much like all of the rest,
But along about noon I was put to the test.
Seems that the front that we all try to show,
Was suddenly ripped away and there was no where to go.
And I felt so ashamed being exposed was this the plan,
Not the person of grandeur, but simply a mortal man.
Such a humbling experience we all should face,
Being honest with yourself will put you miles ahead of most others in this race.
When you remove all the smoke and mirrors then you can truly see,
Lies are like anchors that hold on tight and won’t set you free.
Then you can make peace with yourself and live life the way it was intended to be,
No hidden agendas, all darkness dispelled, then God’s spirit can enter and take hold you’ll see.
I’m glad for this day that I dreaded for so long,
Is behind me now and I’m cleansed of all wrong.
A second chance at life I was born again,
Now it’s up to me to live it without worldly sin.
If you to are living a lie, as all have done, it’s not too late,
Accept Jesus into your heart, step out in faith, no need to wait.