Best Happy Poems
Mementos in a box, from years gone by
Thought to have been disposed of long ago
A glance, when something purple caught my eye
A ribbon from someone I used to know
I gently gave a tug like way back when
It slipped from it's confines just like before
Then instantly relived it all again
And just like her, it leaves me wanting more
But even though it was so delicate
This ribbon in it's femininity
Tied in her hair it looked so elegant
Yet strong enough to bind her memory
This ribbon with it's strength beyond compare
Ties fifty years to my first love affair
By Daniel Turner
(This theme coincidentally matched up with another contest I recently
entered, so I revised my sonnet and then PD graciously extended this
idea of a day of happy solitude. Thanks, Linda, for keeping it in sonnet
form! It's a double sonnet now!)
Happy Solitude/Andrea Dietrich
In solitude, I watch the clear blue sky.
Leaves flutter on the grand majestic oak
beneath which I am sitting;. Swallows fly
around me, swooping! Now I hear a croak -
a sound that I am sure I’d never hear
if I were on a busy city street.
I stand and walk around. The sound is near.
The feeling that I get is rather sweet
when finally I spot there on the pond
the tiny frog that’s serenading me.
Crops rippling in the breeze I see beyond
my shaded spot. I'm running - feeling free.
Inside a field with flowers everywhere,
I'm whirling as the sunlight gilds my hair!
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Like the sun, I sit and explore the view
A sensation, of everything I lust
Feelings I found myself unequal to
Yellow leaves fall to the ground like gold dust
Once, I reached to touch a lonely rock
The sounds return back into the shadows
I felt trapped by the beauty as I walk
Suddenly branches hung like the gallows
In slow motion, with no reason to stray
Facing down, the new founding sound follows
The croak in the water echoes with play
Captivated, by the flies it swallows
A young, peaceful feel, indulging in fun
I shall kiss and see if he's the right one
~A Poet Destroyer Collaboration~
How Poetry Began, such plots you tell!
A Tale Of Fire And Ice you wrote so well
Poor Peter Pumpkin bid a sad adieu
Pink Cherry Blossoms was your first haiku
You Echo, Silent Still - love's dream come true.
Bright Eyes plays violin with sweet refrain
It Matters Not, a lovely swap quatrain
Rock Turtles - monoku criteria
The Wintered Soul Among Wisteria
Hidden Beauty - bittersweet rondeau
Dear Juliet waits for her Romeo
And Then Are Times in 'Six Days of Sistine'
Yesterday's Joys, a quatern most pristine.
At Winter's End, a triolet of spring
Night, A Pantoum Lullaby to sing
Destiny, so dark; more painfully:
Reflecting on Police Brutality
Each Little Drop of Rain I See goes 'plink'
An Empty Tissue Box in tear-stained ink.
Dogs and Cats, of these you often write
In Strangler's Wood, those shadows quake at night
Eternal Breath, for one who died too soon
This Night you're floating under stars and moon
Revelation In the Rain, poor her!
I'm Huck - that's right, the novel character
Cinder Girl, burned badly by a boy
Happy birthday, Andrea - enjoy!
September 5th:
Happy birthday to a Soup superstar, prolific poetess, constant commenter, splendid sonneteer, marvelous mentor, word warrior, supportive sponsor, and fabulous friend!
Note: Capitalized words at the beginning of each line are titles of some of Andrea Dietrich's more popular poems from her nearly 11 years at Poetry Soup.
written 4 Sep 2020
As I walked into the banquet hall of the
Goodman’s Inn, the first thing that stood
out to me were the eyes of the people. I
felt as though I could actually see hope. Eyes
seemed to sparkle and everyone in the hall
sat talking to the others sitting around them
as they waited for the main course of the evening.
To understand this report we need to go back just
over a year ago when Lindsey Long won the 50
million dollar lottery. Apparently the multimillionaire
booked the Goodman’s Inn for December 24th through
to January 2nd of this year solely to house the homeless
over the Christmas holidays. Miss Long walked through
the streets herself over the last week inviting the
unfortunate homeless to come to the motel for these
festivities. Lindsey Long has not only provided the rooms
for this week, she also has clothed them with new
wardrobes and warm winter clothing and accessories.
Now as the people sat around the table they were
told Miss Long had an announcement. We all waited
to hear what this amazing lady had to say
and excitement filled the room. When this
beautiful young woman began to talk there
wasn’t one dry eye in the building. She told them
how she was not going to just send them back
on the street next week but how she had
built a new centre that would have sleeping
facilities and showers to accommodate all
of them. This new facility will be serving
three meals a day which will be prepared solely
from themselves on a voluntary bases.
The feeling in the Inn that night was pure joy
and as the people realized the impact of this
wonderful news, they all broke out singing
It Came Upon a Midnight Clear. This is
Rhonda Reeds reporting for
The Good Newspaper.
Merry Christmas everyone.
Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
11.12.2014
Sponsor Mystic Rose
The Good Newspaper
1st
The sky is smiling
Luminous clouds concede a simple clearing
Boasting rays of an aureate sun
Gleaming
The brightest smile I've ever seen
It shines on me
The leaves are dancing
Cool morning breeze is autumn sweet
The crisp of crimson and ochre
Swirling
Their revel consorts my footsteps
They frolic for me
The path is clearing
Shadowy moods of uncertainty are lifting
Mist of fear and doubt
Vanishing
It seems that nature agrees
It speaks to me
Love
Love is a thing
You can't see it nor can you touch it
But you sure can see and feel its effect
A deep affection that fills you joyfully
You are drunk on happiness
It's always understanding
To accept the good, the bad, and the weak
It has no cultural condition
It sees no boundary nor race
It's fearless and flawless
It just flows limitlessly
It's God's love
Nailed to the cross for you and me
It's in you and me
It's I love you and you and you and God
I am drunk on happiness
Because HE loves me unconditionally
Smile
Akkina R Downing
6-9-17
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(PoetrySoup Format)
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My mysterious muse is curling ‘round clouds of cotton.
In fact, she is content soaring through the sky,
soaking in serenity, while sailing in the sunshine.
She’s not concerned about the weight of the world.
Distant distractions or alluring attractions asking why.
My mesmerizing muse, twirls and swirls in savory sweet rhyme.
~ A Simple Scribble ~
(Embracing everyday Enchantment)
You can write about it
A red rose in summer skies
Of beautiful rainbows
Coloring her Spanish eyes
Of Lovely mountains
And winding rivers too
Kissing passionately
Under an exotic moon
Mr. Poetry Man
Write a poem for me
Make it of a dream
In a midnight fantasy
Mr. Poetry Man
Write a poem just for me
Be it sad or honey sweet
The way I like to read
She’s a rose
With thorns stuck
Deep in myside
Run hide
I can’t get away
hopelessly Intoxicated
‘till my dying day
Write of gorgeous petals
Her black eyes of pearl
Of breathless passion
When two hearts unfold
You can talk about it
In sultry whispering words
Of romantic moments
That one day gets cold
Nights of heartache
The restless aching souls
Bring out the sunshine
Make a wonderful world
Mister Poetry Man
Write a poem for me
Make it naturally
Whether truth or fantasy
Mister Poetry Man
Write a poem just for me
Give wings to set me free
Just the way I like to be
As a girl, I imagined a place to be
Sprinkled in stardust, where grassy skies rotate
A pirate nymph, commanding the purple sea
Leaping unicorns across a rainbow gate
A lush kingdom of color and harmony
Of horizons unbroken, of dreams ornate
Now, I wander my glen of nostalgic wood
Rebuilding the cloud castles of my childhood.
2/1/19
~FInding Your Earth Angel~
My fondest wish,
Is that you meet one,
quite soon!
They are sent by God,
not the man in the moon!
May time and rushing tides,
bring one to you, more than
soon!
They speak with tongues of
angels,and your soul rests,
beneath a soothing moon.
They never tell you, that you
are a sinner, gone wrong.
They speak so softly, with very
soft supportive songs!
Those negative among you,
will scoff and say, there is no
such being.
However, I do have two, not
only living, but remind me to
laugh, that time is fleeting,
An earth angel gives your heart,
gossamer wings!
You rise above very dark clouds,
no lost meanderings.
Thank you,God as my soul no
longer roams.
One day,my earth angels and I,
will stand smiling, next to
God's eternal throne!
3/22/2021
~2~
Dedicated..to my Earth Angels!
A young, enchanting Lilly stands tall and oh so very proud,
Others waiting in line to bloom, they silently vowed,
Eager roses showing off their virgin white beauty,
Vain, trying to steal the show, maybe feeling a little guilty,
Bougainvillea, vivaciously display a color of vibrant indigo,
They lean forward as I approach whispering, watch me grow.
The Colours of Happy
I am the painter of happy
Traveling along life's dark streets
listening for the beat
Feeling hidden colors with my feet
I see the beauty
beyond the dark
I'm floating within this concrete park
leaving my mark
Playing tag with a can of paint
My art is vibrant
I won't settle for faint
What you see as ugly
it truly aint
I'm not afraid of dingy places
I let colours flow outside the lines
My choices are different kinds
Injecting a symphony between life's spaces
Color removing tear drop traces
Grey shades this paint erases
I see possibilities in others faces
Finger painting
or with a brush
I make the concrete blush
Beauty awakened with my touch
I love the power of yellow
If you are down
or feeling mellow
I just might be the right kinda fellow
My flavors are sweet like jello
Within these hands
I wield a rainbow
My tools, stardust and ultra glow
From my bowl
I pour happy on your soul
Until your own light begins to show
Watch me move quick
when others are slow
Wrapping amazing
with a platinum bow
Let me paint you
a different kinda blue
bright skied Technicolor
the perfect one for you
A bubblegum happy kinda chew
Grab life and dance
do what you want to do
Choices many
don't settle for so few
I can paint you
A penny for your thoughts
help you realize just what you've got
Be the dreamer
it will help a lot
Choose exciting
a life that's red hot
Forget Generic
there is more to be got
Let others choose boring
what I offer
can't be store bought
I'll hand you a brush
we can cover more ground
flower squirting
big footed clowns
Spreading happy around
that joyful sound
Multi colored
me and you
Unconventional freedom bound
our happy can astound!
What was lost
its been refound
Time to open these eyes
happy colors surround
You too can see
just have to look around!
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A L
N I
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YIIIPPPEEEEEE!!!
JULY23232323
July 24,2014 10.30pm
Note: This is re-posting my simple gift to our very dear Anne Lise on her
birthday last Month. I hope you will enjoy.
Seasons like emotions fade away.
Where poisonous rain once
blistered susceptible surfaces,
sapphire skies showcase saffron sun,
silently soothing somber scars.
Yesterday was a vacant colouring book.
Today is a kaleidoscopic of colours,
illuminating every blank page.
Rainbow rivers stream through veins,
as eyes paint positive portraits.
Pen flows like exotic fruit juices,
blending sweet smoothies.
Essence of fruit salad zest,
liberates from a coconut mind.
Psychedelic pineapple heart,
nurtures mango soul's serenity.
Sentimental sun rays embrace,
soaking warmth deep inside.
Happiness is tranquil like a
pleasant fresh ocean breeze.
Silent One
2 February 2018
When morning breaks in shades of wine...
with claret skies to blush the dawn...
I will stretch and yawn, and thank the night
for this polished, apple day
I will wait until the sun is high, where dew upon the rose is dry
I'll have my cup, .. with toast and jam...
then, make escape, ..........the quest begins,
to seek my small reward
It happens slowly...
gathering reason from an untamed mind
Up into the meadow where the brambles climb
twisted and tangled, through burgandy vines
while deftly my fingers, will probe the maze
and reach for wild berries,.....warm from the haze
Then, thumping their goodness, one after one
into the bucket, dented and worn
A search through thorns, a prick on my thumb
till my back is ripe, and wet in the sun
Finger painting my faded blue jeans
Knowing my cheeks are flushing in pink
Sucking sweet juice from two crimson thumbs
Who cares a lick, of the thorns or a bee?
I am a bee, buzzing serenity...
plucking small bits of reason and sanity
taking home goodness in a battered tin pail
feeling alive, on a wild-flowered hill
Tonight's sweet delight, is warm berry cobbler,
oozing with goodness of juicy red gems
staining my tongue, and turning lips scarlet
dripping blood droplots onto my chin
Yet never as splendid, or tasting as fine,
as warmed by my smile, straight from the vine
Picking red berries, and freeing my mind
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counting vermillion clouds that are spun
then heading back home, with the red crimson sun
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For Shadow Hamilton's Contest: "Colours"
5/4/13
Resubmitted to Skat's contest: