Joy Poems | Examples of Joy Poetry

God’s touch surprises as rapture rises desire tempests tamed soul’s light is reclaimed...

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Kaleidoscopic Life ...

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I squeeze my eyelids narrow as I follow east The scarlet rays of dawn loom like a crouching beast That watches with a hunger neither harsh nor kind And breathes out living warmth into the sapling pines My path unfurls before me like a shaken sail Like wings as shy and boundless as the nightingale Like rivers drawn abroad by sloping...

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pleading petals play gently in the sun whispering joy across the sticky skin summertime blessings cannot be outdone however, autumn is her next of kin praying roses and melancholic buds remembering our heart’s tender healing hanging in timeless ache of fair redbuds season’s bliss lifts shadows who’re concealing promising the night stars, moon and fireflies rousing such beauty the skies come to life only God...

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They hate us not because we’re bad but because we are everything they cannot be Because while they stew in their own misery Formed from their own jealousy We live life fully Because that’s the beauty of Black people We create joy where joy has been locked out Then try to hide it through false superiority Whilst trying to convince the...

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To be black Is to live life freely Despite being trapped in a cage without a key Ignoring the hate from society As their bodies radiate envy Trying to destroy our joy through spreading negativity And taking our lives violently To be black Is to smile in the face of adversity To be black Is to find beauty in the...

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My soul had long been troubled... by hatred, d e j e c t I o n and contempt ~ They were the poisons that flowed red in my v e i n s, burning like wildfire from my head to my toes, as if this world were inhabited by d e m o n s: that have teeth...

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‘Lone, my life decorate will I And joy of life create will I. A fast flowing streamlet am I, My way forward ferret will I. As my wishes are all my own, Carry ‘pon me their weight will I. What’s longing? Just a paper boat, Set it on sail my crave will I. She once called me a road-side stone, As...

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our fontanel pulsates we pause to listen to whispers of God sensed as bliss strobes love’s embrace tightens our soul yields breathing in the elixir of heavenly delight...

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painful scars borne by a bug bite toxins therefrom causing deep pain melt in bliss mists that rise at night cool heat that cleanses our soul’s stain from heart abode in witness mode moment by moment, poised in time in staid silence we break the code that releases love’s bliss beat chime...

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AS IS GOD'S TIME Our love is as God’s time be: Tick tocking eternally:- I’m yours, and you’re mine; Our love, God’s gift, sublime:- I am for you, and you are for me; Our love is as is God’s time be:- You are the water of my life’s sea: Waving and frothing love eternally:- ...

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Love blessing is like being under a type of love, that you follow your love to forever and ever. Being under a love blessing can make us act like we are on cloud nine. Floating so high in our heart and mind, we can’t think of anything but our love. Making us want to be...

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feeling incomplete, we wish to ascend securing lasting joy that does not fade so to this end our will to God we bend that in streams of love and light we may wade in moments of heightened joy thoughts are still so befriending silence we let mind rest sipping soma nectar to our heart’s fill with bliss magnetism teasing us in jest higher...

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if the seeker who seeks does not exist ~ it is best we transform as a bliss mist...

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In the quagmire ooze of daily trudge, where the mire of monotony clings cold, congealed in sorrow, it takes only a spark of inspiration, to transform an ordinary morsel into a shimmering taste of sheer joy. Echoes that entices, suffices. I carry my sample bag handy, stocked with my pet peeves in reverse. Tiny things that you take time to notice, and create space for,...

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