Best Joyous Poems
Be it a moment you witnessed a tiny creature
popping off a cocoon matured
Or that moment you drenched in rays moon
and cooked up the mystical tunes
Be it the moment that you sailed
For the very first time
Or the moment you received a mail
from your company dream
Be it the moment you embraced your first trophy
Or the moment you boarded your first flight
The moment you trapped inside a lift at midnight
Or the moment you encountered a good spirit
Glorious moments were these
Converted into precious memories
Which can never be forgotten
As they will be breathing with us forever
According like the generous river
To make our life worth living ever
Nov 07 2022
A
joyous
time it was when
I was young. Despite the
chill, to the wind my cares were flung
in winter’s world of trees with garlands hung
and carols brightly sung when the
bells were
rung!
June 13, 2017 for John Anderson's New Form - The BELL Contest
Description of form: THE BELL is an elongated version of a Cinquain. It has 9 lines and rigid syllable count of 1, 2, 4, 6, 8, 10, 8, 2, 1, respectively
spring gifts us with ideal breezes - joyous fragrant kisses of bliss
I dreamed you a dream
And it was a joyous one
Hope it brings you peace
Sapphire elixir has formed herself into a beautiful gem,
relieving mental outbursts
repelling negative thought waves that could harm
or inflict self-doubt of any kind
Sapphire properties transmutes negative thoughts
into light and happy ones.
Reaching for a dark navy stone in the form of a
pendant, ring or bracelet
influences the wearer toward happy, light, joyful moods
Sapphire has been revered by the ancients,
since the beginning of the beginning
known by the ones who know the heart's soul the best
Appreciated by those who can heal torn
Chakras, and those who can feel the earth's pain.
A magic elixir in the form of a gem that has the power
to transmute negative thought into positive healing
Healing for you, and healing for the earth.
Sapphire. The magic elixir toward great quantities of joy.
A joyous tear
So ravishing and complete
I fall to my knees
In utter belief
The words you have written
Touch my heart undenied
Oh my sweet my Madonna
You are my life
As I gaze upon your beauty
I can’t help but believe
You are a storybook love
So ravishing and complete
You paint a picture of inspiration
Of pastel colors and dream
A yielding smile
A glance of gleam
A bounce full of joy
A glaring vision and dream
In spite of my limits
I found what moves us on
The love of a woman
Good, true and grace in bond
Joyous Day At The Train Station
A most absurd thing happened while I made my way
to meet my morning train one sunny, summer day.
While walking on the path I saw the engineer
I see most every day when traveling, but near
him was a box of sorts all covered with a sheet.
He quickly called to me and said, "please come to meet
this stray, a golden-orange tabby cat I caught
along the tracks. A little irritable and fraught
but genial, and he emits the sweetest mews.
His fur is smooth and excellent; bright eyes diffuse
green glows of iris; he's a beauty with no home."
I bent and peered inside, he looked so all alone,
but kindly met my eyes with such a generous
meow and then moved over close to where I was.
Not minding one iota when I picked him up,
he fit so sweetly in my arms which I did cup
and did appreciate my holding him so near.
He tucked his head beneath my chin, and it was clear
in order to make him my own, there was a kink...
a costly act...skip work today. Then, in a wink,
I called my boss, and 'knock on wood', he said okay.
An unplanned meeting with my new-found pet this day
gave me a special joy, and with a hug sincere,
"an admirable kindness," said the engineer.
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Premiere Contest: Make A Poem
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Judged: 07/12/2016
Couplet Form using Iambic Hexameter: 12 syllables and 6 feet per line
21 Required Words to Include in Poem:
Absurd, appreciate, admirable, cat, caught, costly, emits,
engineer, excellent golden, generous, genial, iris, iota,
irritable, kindly, knock, kink, orange, over, order
My poem took about 3 hours to
compose between two writing sessions:
evening of July 2 and morning of July 3.
As the nightingale sings so do I follow.
I'm filled up with joy and no longer hollow.
When the day lights up or the dark does fall
the weight's been lifted and I'm ten feet tall !
This face I see always in my dreams
is just as beautiful as it seems.
Love like this is just why I prayed;
in the eve's half-light it's why I stayed.
Day's slipped away and night lies glistening.
In the fields of my heart I'm quietly listening.
There's a sound like peace and passion like thunder.
This love's a fine spell I've been put under.
We'll traverse this world together-then sleep.
Now devotion's a promise we both can keep.
My joy is achieved by witnessing my children’s joy,
the pride they emit through accomplishing a good deed.
My love is increased by the love my children shower
upon each other and what the world presents them.
My life is enhanced by the successes my children meet
as they learn and grow from their accomplishments.
Through my children, I feel very accomplished;
I have been blessed by God so joyously.
No purer pleasantness shall I ever meet
than catching my child doing a good deed.
I try my hardest to display my pride in them
as upon them compliments and praise I shower.
If joy were rain, then I am caught in a shower
and the cleansing of my soul has been accomplished.
The thanks for this I owe all to them:
my children; my pride and joy.
Why has God smiled upon me with this deed?
I’ll ask her should we ever meet.
I am sure, if my children you are lucky enough to meet;
in their pleasant glow you will certainly be showered.
You , I am sure, will thank me indeed
and deem me a father, quite accomplished.
You will come to appreciate the source of my joy
and understand the pride I feel for them.
There is nothing I would not do for them
as recompense for the happiness that I meet
in watching them and the life they enjoy
and witnessing the successes in which they shower.
Because of my children, when my last breath is accomplished
I will die a happy man indeed.
In life I have been blessed indeed;
in a life I have lived for them;
in life I have achieved an accomplishment;
when the challenge of being a father I did meet;
in life, my children I hope I have showered
with the lessons for living a life of joy.
So in life, if ever there was a good deed that I could possibly do for them, especially,
it would be for myself to be accomplished in every trial and tribulation that meets me
and so upon them they are showered with lessons in the joy of pleasing others.
Joyous…
My walk* with God
Treading along grace-paths
Trekking upward service-mount
Bliss-filled!
*Colossians 2:6 As ye have therefore received Christ Jesus the Lord, so walk ye in him.
April 26, 2019
Evergreen pine adorned like lace
Tassels of joy, warming an embrace
Streetlights in gold beam all around;
While snowflakes tap a Christmas sound.
Neighbors knock with pastries and wine
Mother sets table, eve divine!
Greetings of peace we all bestow
While angel on tree sheds her glow.
Kin huddles where a manger dwells
To lift dreams,” Praise Emmanuel”
A night of magic when choir-boys sing,
“Joyful thanks for Your christening.”
By midnight we open each small gift
Wonders excite , hearts are adrift;
Till pillows hush delighted eyes
Dad in red costume laughs, "Surprise!"
Christmas Contest of Gail Doyle
by nette onclaud
last dance with her dad
happy tears mixed with some sad...
honeymoon launchpad
Cornish Sonnet
The new year, another day on life's road,
To be passed without the weight of regret,
Nor looked upon as a thing to decode.
While its meaning holds fair reason and cause,
To sit at the table of year's banquette,
And gather one's breath from life, to pause.
We'll celebrate with a joyous toast,
Shortly passed from a year's harvest season.
A diversion that reads like a sign post,
And make lists of changes now pledged.
Clarify with debate, subtle reason,
For promises made last banquette, alleged.
The new year, another day on life's road.
We'll celebrate with a joyous toast.
Contest..Cornish Sonnet
12/18/15
Belong to me
I am yet alone and lonely
left behind to do my reading sweeping calling
steady on be with me here now
we can make music into the night
eyes shining
I can read you all my books
and tell your secrets
back to you
for I have known you throughout time
and again
we spend these years together
in joyous
rediscovery