Happy Poems | Examples of Happy Poetry

Is there sensory light? She asked me while I was sitting quietly on the threshold of anticipation, gazing into the soul of a cat, thinking about how it would be. .. to escape forever into a realistic doctrine of untouched upcoming truths. So how do you interpret the difference between sensory and physical light? Those figurative...

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Accept what is in ur play Don't be grey Keep going on the ray Have your say No pressure to stay Do not let your mind sway Follow your way Be happy anyway...

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Love can be like sale, it comes in many types, like sight and might. Might you like some love, love that is found in words. Words of joy and of love, that make you have chills down your spine. Love that warms your heart, making your blood warm just with the thought. Love that you...

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This may seem lame. Let’s make it a game. I’ll give you a clue. You try to guess who. Proceeding my entrance by just a short while, Is often the presence or hint of a smile. Used sometimes by women, more often by men, Often, I start as a quaint little grin. I can also be hardy, and sometimes quite loud, And often...

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~JOYOUS LOVE Father, Father, Father endow unto me Grant me thy favor so that I may jubilee joyous love from above Father God rain down on and unto me Joyously we receive Abundant grace, favor Great is the Kingdom My Father has a room for me For I return unto Him rebirth and blessed Joyous love from above I receive from my Father above Joyous love 8/5/25 Written words by James Edward Lee...

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The feel of a touch, the sound of a cry, the joy of hello, the sorrow of goodbye. We entangle, we combine we fall apart - but in the end, we get up and we try, try, try, to form a connection that doesn't end in absence. It all ends for those already absent. Be present,...

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she looked up cracking a little smile her eyes far into the distance and thoughts reaching out beyond like all she needed were the memories ...

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(A Poetic Prophecy) He walked not with crowds, but with silence. A hush clung to his steps like a prayer. The wine of the world he did not drink— He stored his storms in chalices of fire. The daughters of dust followed him not for touch, But for something they could not name— The way the stars bowed when he passed, The way...

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2024.07.29, about a year ago, Without BB, I visited the 12 Apostles on the Great Ocean Road. Months before that he promised me, We would travel wherever I fancied. Even just days before the trip, He raised no issue. Well that was what I reckoned, Promise was made to be broken. On the way back to Melbourne, I wrote a poem which I first...

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When I learned how sick you became, I knew I had to pray. If you hadn't died, we'd be celebrating your 77th birthday. You are the reason why I exist. You certainly have been missed. You were born on the side of the road because the ambulance broke down. You were my mother and I would be happier if you...

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Laugh when all else fails Laugh even if your ship doesn't sail Laugh when you rather cry Laugh while you're saying goodbye Laugh in or out of season Laugh for reasons or for no reason Laugh because laughing is medicine Laugh and release the frounds within Laugh and live; Laugh and love Laugh with joy born from above Laugh privately or in a crowd Laugh quietly...

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_______________ (PoetrySoup Format) _______________ the possibilities now, feel a million times m o r e - yes than ever before. while the...

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She was like a bull in the sunshine— angry one moment, then happy the next. That’s what Olivia was: the way she was with everyone. A short series of well- regulated emotional stability, followed by a long series of emotional outbursts. She was loved, and she was hated. She was kind, then she was cruel. But most of all, she was confused— confused about why people left her, confused about why she couldn’t stay happy,...

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By Poet "Great memories are the best kind to have but some memories bring a waterfall of tears." all little girls like to play dress up mom had great hats, bags and pearls her pretty white pearl necklace was long around my neck hitting my knees her floppy hats were very colorful the...

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THIS POEM IS MY EXCITEMENT FOR MY FIRST PUBLISHED BOOK THAT IS AVAILABLE ON AMAZON BY THE NAME OF SOUL'S RHYME -EVOKING DEJAVU AND SERENITY The book of my dream Each page has a story that scream Each word has an atom of my soul When the book completes my energy feels whole.... I hope that you will read...

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