Joys Poems - Poems about Joys

...Joy of pleasure, a child of poor parents, Bliss alone founts from a perpetual spring, Joy fancies scores of fond uncles and aunts, Never lasts long the song they choose to sing. Being a moth mad......Read the rest...

...How sweet the sorrow How deep the void We go on with one less tale of footprints in the sand beside us. With wishful eye is cast memory’s glance to those prints found falling forever behind, the......Read the rest...

...In the hollows of my soul when it rains with leaden sadness, And the clouds gather like grey jurors around me, I weave an umbrella from the glimmer of a dimmed dream, From that pure laughter, save......Read the rest...

...Love and Hate Love and hate, two powerful emotions that ebb and flow in the most unexpected ways. What starts as a flame of passion soon ignites into a blaze of anger, the intensity of which is matc......Read the rest...

...''Reflection of two world faith's, they're [+ & -] for now, HAIL, the created who followed their rules, be 'change' in their faith that bear's silly nothings but rules & regs that [/'s not......Read the rest...

...Do years pass quickly, not the beautiful memories stuck in the mind more than in the fond heart? When will I hug my Lisa and delight her with kisses? When can this dream be real, letting joys sta......Read the rest...

...Do not let the dawn, that tirelessly heralds light, slip from your arms, The man who sows fidelity with the thread of time, his honesty clear as crystal. He, who launches flying doves bearing messa......Read the rest...

...NOT PLONK A well-corked bottle lets nothing escape Subtle added tastes from an oaken cask I’ll sip and enjoy this fine cultured grape Is a well-rounded body too much to ask A label removed w......Read the rest...

...Somnolent truth waking with life, Lo, dawn breaks into light from dark, Birds welcome it from nearby park, The greyish sky gets red-blue rife, And when a tender green leaf sprouts, Which, I......Read the rest...

...Alone I walk this winding road, With no hand to hold, no love bestowed, In the stillness of the night, I quietly cry, For a future where I’ll grow old, until I die. I know deep in my heart and ......Read the rest...

...The mirror reflects a lifetime etched upon my skin; a canvas of stories whispered through maturity. I stand before it, middle-aged and exposed, my nakedness laid bare. My image holds no ju......Read the rest...

...Push the limits…try to find outlets and coping skills for yourself Pull away from the urge to throw those childish, languishing fits Explore and implore with me now Feels drown away and fade someh......Read the rest...

... She firmly gripped the cardboard box as though it housed the formulas for happiness, longevity, and peace, as if it held a million dollars and a bag of gems. She sipped her bottled water th......Read the rest...

...I adore spring. Now I live in a little house in the countryside, And I've realized the beauty nature holds. Flowers of all colors paint the grass with rainbows, The trees, once bare, are now clot......Read the rest...

...I felt alone, though there were multiple crowds around me. I felt, I should go to a lonely place and cry aloud. Why, though the environs are full of flowers, there's no glee? Death snatches the jo......Read the rest...