Happy Poems | Examples of Happy Poetry

Happy June, America, we made it out of the doom and gloom. We enter into the fun and sun, and to the outdoor sounds. Sounds of laughter and joy, children playing in the yard. Sounds of birds singing in the tree giving us the feeling of a warm, happy day. The green all around us makes...

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This line, stretched high and proud, No rags to hinder, no need for a shroud— Let’s shake off the past, let sunlight shine. So vibrant, where colors play, With dreams that flutter, they dry and sway. Though fleeting, these moments are divine. Speak of warmth, not despair, Let kindness...

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Lovely, happy hair, Rowed, and growing in beauty; God’s sweet locks I bear:- Hued as is the night, Moonlight beauty reflecting Ebony delight:- Locks admired so much, Gardened rowed short or shouldered, Just got to be touched. God makes no mistakes; Creating natured beauty, Whatever hue takes:- Mirror check and see, The blooming beauty of thee, And gracefully be:- ...

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Love today I saw a beautiful rainbow that made me smile because it made me think of the beauty of our love. The first time I talked to you, I knew you were special. You were so strong and smart, I was happy to feel secure. You made me feel so secure that I knew...

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The garden is so beautiful, filled with many flowers. The flowers are all standing tall, enjoying their time in the sunshine. The smell is sweet like berries. We sit in the garden holding hands. We feel the sun hit our face, it makes our hearts beat with grace and love. The garden is endless, like...

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Arms like tiny windmills spin through morning air. Aiming, she builds pathways?deep within her mind. Another swing flows onward like waves upon the shore. Awakening intention burns?as neural roads unwind. Reaching past reflexes like butterflies from cocoons. Rhythmic movements carve?the skills she'll always find. Object permanence sparkles bright like diamonds in her sight. Orchestrating muscles smooth,?her future self designed. Hand-eye coordination weaves like...

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Breakfast bells ring In my stomach and I go downstairs in the Room where deliciousness Resides with care and love— Kitchen, I stumble slowly Sinking the moment all in I take every step Tap Tap Tap ...

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At the bottom of every corner store and coffee shop mug, there is a collection of teardrops and coffee-stains. Waiting to be gathered so they can write their stories in indelible ink. ...

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A smile and a kind word go a long way for opening doors and opportunities to worlds we might love to discover. With age, it becomes increasingly apparent that these soul connections are the attractions that we crave....

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Where have all the bison gone shot by Sharps shooters nearly every one where have all the shooters gone done away by Indians more than some the red man revered the buffalo of God's abundance living proof to the white who sent them to the not-so-happy-hunting grounds a gold mine on the hoof the paleface ways in olden days long gone were somewhat less than...

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Love begins as a whisper, soft and light, A single spark in the endless night. But flames don't linger—they rise and soar, A force unfurling forevermore. It doubles, it triples, it knows no end, Beyond all measure it dares transcend. No wall too high, no chain too tight, ...

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Solace, heaven’s temporal embrace, A fleeting transcendence in time, A breath lost on a breeze’s kiss, An eternal moment, yet sublime....

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Look for a true love, one that is just yours. That will love you through thick and thin. A love that is able to hold your hand and hug you when you need. A love that is kind and always has you on their mind. One that is true, and never makes you blue. A...

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sometimes in our live we experience pure joy mother with daughters Inspired by dear lovely friend, Mary Lababidi. ...

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I'm holding on to a sentence no matter how long it runs. Without punctuation, the story is aways late. I envisioned a book with names for calling pages and pages still no answer. an exchange of ideas through a volley of words just trying to get a point across. A line with four corners that's the shape of a pen....

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