Best Joys Poems

Yesterday’s joys are more than a few.
In my mind they reside endlessly
like bright recollections rosy in hue
or the notes of a sweet melody.

Sorrow and pain won’t burden me, for
yesterday’s joys are more than a few.
Rich in blessings, I’ll never be poor.
Happy memories carry me through.

“Good...

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Ageless Seeds Of Simple Joys

When walking in splatter of Spring's anticipated rains
blessed is the youth in you, if wearing no shoes;
further given if you can then see rainbow hues
thus finding such fantastic sights halt great worries and pains.

Such fleeting rewards fly by with blossoming paradise...

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When walking in splatter of Spring's anticipated rains
blessed is the youth in you, if wearing no shoes;
further given if you can then see rainbow hues
thus finding such fantastic sights halt great worries and pains.

Such fleeting rewards fly by with blossoming paradise sails
should you bask in...

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Where have they gone, the simple days of old?
Though filled with toil, their melody was sweet—
A blending of the common joys that hold
That special place in memory's retreat:

Warm home fires burning, families gathered close,
The day's chores done, the evening shared with zest,
That tranquil peace that...

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Barefoot, I romp on flush of evening’s bliss
when gangmates act as  allies to this trance,
my hair ruffling with the sashay of leaves
as if summer air wafts tunes to enhance
the fine chorus of birdsong’s melody--
among cobblestones from old hometown's alley.

And there I find childlike spirit's...

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All joys of life, gladly I would 
Exchange

For 

Only one night, in your arms 
To pass!



© Demetrios Trifiatis
   24 OCTOBER 2014...

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Charcoal warmed the yard as we poured
lemonade...a bonfire humming our song;
Grandpa and I would roast mallows
till  my cheeks flushed, old tales in reruns. 
And laughter spilled to drink the night
relishing childhood joys ever enshrined,
with his hands once gentle and young...
Today, Grandpa weaves silent gazes
on...

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Walking around
I see myself fifteen years younger-
Playful and not caring what the world thought of me.
Chocolate dripping from my small lips
Yes,
those were the times.
Being three years old yet acting as if I were Spider-Man-
Shooting my fictitious webs at enemies only I could see.
Being three again,
Has...

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Cascading baubles, crystals in the air;
raindrops dance down without a single care.
Tulips smile as they drink the water in
heaven’s nectar of pitter-patter din.

To softest ground the hungry birds arrive,
for tasty meals, beaks take a a little dive.
The hungry hatchlings singing little chirps,
will be appeased post...

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Wind, do kiss thy tree.
            Bird, sits on branch, daintily.
            Rose, opens softly.


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Bathing in your gentle light
Is like splashing in the sea
Your smile dispels the dark of night
And brings the dawn to me

Our love is young and fragile too
And yet is evergreen
I find each day I am with you
There sprout new joys to glean

And though we are...

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The Joys of Snowshoeing

S ~ suspense, silent steps, scenery
N ~ natural, Nordic, noiseless
O ~ outdoors, open heart, offbeat
W~ woods, wildlife, winter
S ~ stamina, suspended in snow, solitude
H ~ heart healthy, happiness
O ~ ocean of snow, one with nature, outstanding
E ~ exploration, energetic, exercise
I ~ ...

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I had the joy when I was younger

Of seeing my three baby daughters born, 

The first in the summer of 1985

It made me go weak at the knees, 

It was the most awesome thing that I had ever seen

The miracle of birth, is a precious...

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“The grass withers, the flowers fade, but the word of God lasts forever."
           ......................


As beautiful the depth of the sea,
As fantastic as the first snowfall
can be,
As gorgeous as a butterfly can be,
It is you,my Lord,...

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For the days grow old, 
As do we
I search for this woman 
It was meant to be. 

I found that woman, 
Which is you 
So, I searched my heart 
I found this to be true.
 
For I shall hold your love, 
With blissful joy 
To...

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