Merriness Poems | Examples

In Smith-Gilbert Garden

The mulberry fell to its knees;
in Smith-Gilbert Garden, it prays,
near the moss-stone steps;
and I look on, in curiosity.

It was an oddity, but I learned
of its plight. In sorrow, we make
it right, a great fall onto infrangible ground.
Like a bonsai tree, twisted.

Listed, like a ship at storm,
but sailors will never use nets,
to cast, for silent butterflies;
In July, they gather.

Hereby is Summer magic,
buzzing bees, buckeyes, swallowtails
and painted ladies (sailors swear by them).
Yes, all the prayers needed.

Unimpeded, the mulberry fell,
whilst fluttering wings that disappear
in season’s cold, bring merriness,
there’s little hope for thee.

Still, we visit the treasure that bows,
climb the steps, for a further glimpse.
This garden is where I stroll
among the butterflied tree.

Hopeful Days

Cold dissipates as the Winter bird tweets.
Perpetual treat, that enters my ear, singsong
merriness, retreats all too quick, completes
its assignment, to the next neighbor, gets along.

Stillness of second Winter, naked oaks.
A seasonal painting as my window frames.
Upcoming Spring, the loss in April, brushstrokes
that paint a vivid scene, purple in flames.

Summer and Fall wedged in between, poking
the embers, sending smoke up the chimney hole.
On this side of heaven long days, never revoking
the pact to keep sealed in her urn, memories toll.

Still heaven is hope, hopeful days of endless sun,
seasons without pallor and pain, holding so soft
hands, hugging eternity, leaning on Tree of Life; one
family in the Lord; my mother’s eyes…I look aloft.

Love VI

 Fervent  rainbows vow to deck
 a gloomy, woeful moon 
with merriness and blissfulness.
 Whispered dreams of virtue
triumph over a murky ,
desultory  brook.
The serene , meandrous 
butterfly  is rocked by  
an ephemeral  , passing
chimera.
 An angelic  ,tranquilized petal
 resides in the realm  of 
melodious ,  
gracefulness.
Whispers  of lovely  rose
dwell in  a tempestuous,
ardent  sea.
The symphonic melody
of an unchanging
stork's felicity
overshadows the unflagging
hawk's power.
Delightful sunbeams echo
the unafraid, doughty  breath
 of a sedate chrysanthemum.
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Happy Merry Christmas!

All day is snowing,
Santa is coming,
What a good winter season.
Parents are merriness,
Babies are in happiness,
They jumps to the sky any reason.
Happy Merry Christmas!

Father coming from shifts,
Brought a lot of gifts,
A big holiday in Your house.
The brother is happy,
The sister is happy,
Your Mom is happy twice.
Happy Merry Christmas!

When the sky is bright blue,
The dreams are coming true,
Let there be peace on the land!
Let's singing and dance,
In a year just one chance,
Merry Christmas is our brand.
Happy Merry Christmas!

Summer's End

April came and the rains did fall,
May and June came with flowers for all.
Summer brought the heat of season,
and people sat in the living room air-condition.

Fall brought colors bright and bold,
Halloween haunted spirits nights cold.
And as the last leaf fell off the now naked tree,
Winter came and slapped a freezing spree.

In the lively hood of the dancing spring,
bustling actives merriness brings.
“Beyond the silence of summers end,”
the roll of the school bus wheels begin.

The school bus wheels rolling is great for me,
being a monitor provides my paycheck you see.
So “beyond the silence of summers end,”
the ride onto educational pursuit grins.

The Calls of Fall

She knows every member of her beautiful family,
and she's eager to call each of them by name.
She knows their gift and how to best use them.

She calls the ARTIST to beautify the landscape;
to paint those golden colors of leaves in the trees
that overwhelms us with the wonders of God's creation.

The season of Autumn reminds the TREES that their shady
chores are done and beckon them to release their leaves
to be blown in the wind, creating scenes and signals of Fall.

She waves to her gentle giant in the sky and whispers words
of calm and poise for the SUN to lower its temperature. She
calls upon the ATMOSPHERE to create the feel of a holiday and
festivity; to unveil the spirit of gratitude and merriness. she
acknowledges imperfection and apologizes for deadly storms.

100522PSCtest, A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry

One September Noon-N

I always loved it when my mother reminded me
that I was born at noon on a September Saturday.

A breath of September's fresh air and gentle breeze were my first.
I cannot deny that there are others who remind me of her.

Sometimes it's in their name, and not always what they do.
I like April, but she can be wet and stormy; often suspenseful.

I like the sound of November and her symbols of harvest time.
I like October's name as well, and her official initiation of Autumn.

And who cannot like December bringing merriness and gifts?
But of September, with great affection, I must say, "I love her more".

I see her as a defender of fairness, standing between the heat                   and the freeze. She's my ambassador of goodwill, advocating                
refrain and pleading for reprieve.

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Letter To Mr Grinch

Dear Mr. Grinch,

I suspect that you have been very gleeful and had a different expectation this CHRISTMAS. You thought that with all of this year's heartache and pain, merriness would quickly PASS. You thought that the 2020 virus would dampen our spirit and blot out our CHEERFULNESS. I know that you hate Christmas and have spent your entire life in utter PROTEST. You were determined to shout and cheer, vowing that your laugh would be the LAST. I doubt that you like roses or colorful flowers, or even enjoy the beauty of green GRASS. You thought that Christmas would be completely canceled and put on the back BURNER. Well, Mr. Grinch, please allow me to share just a bit  of how I have been an OBSERVER.

I was out last night shopping with my daughter and grand daughter, and the mart was very BUSY. To your displeasure, the traffic has been heavy enough this Christmas week to make me DIZZY. At the grocer this morning around 9 AM, the parking lot was full, and the checkout lines were LONG. Mr. Grinch, please understand that you cannot steal Christmas, and you are absolutely WRONG.

122420PSCtest, Christmas Rhyme, Tania Kitchin

December 2019

December 2019
Written: by Miracle Man
12-26-2019

December, for me, is a month of bad memories,
But self worth has survived, once more, course emery’s.
My holidays are depressing not filled with merriness,
Recent past always emerges, overshadowing my cheeriness.

I awakened this morning feeling somewhat whipsawed,
Feeling as if all night, I’d been scratched and clawed.
Like a fighter in training for the next Olympiad, 
I Must have had ten dreams and each one was bad.

Though a lot of good things, in December, has occurred,
Jesus’ birth is the only thing that wasn’t blurred.
My mind seems to be dominated by only the bad,
And I can’t recall the last good nights sleep I’ve had.

Back To School

Ring of full scale chromatic laughter,
Every voice with a touch of merriness.
The classroom shines,
in its fresh coat of paint...
Breath filled with smell of new books and starched uniforms.
Old and less familiar faces... shine and beam:
Excited to make new friends. 
Lost feelings felt again...
Lost memories coming back to life...
Excitement echoes through every corridor. 
A term ended with tears of farewell.
A month to end ourselves,
now a term has begun in excitement,
lighting yet again a beacon of hope. 

*the first term for the academic year of 2019 began yesterday, the 2nd of January 2019.

Merriness of X'Mas

The coolness
Find all love
Life is great

Holidays Were Never Mine

Those Christmas lights and festive season
Were never mine to enjoy.

The 90s movies and the love songs
The holiday music
The lyrics of my favorite poet
Oh! how I try to be furthest away from every bit of it!
Every bit, that makes this heart heavier
Colder and lonelier.
I let the merriness pass
Somewhere in a cold quiet room, like it never happened to me.

The holidays were never mine.
I do not want to feel. 
What I never had.

Abiku

Abiku!
Friend nor foe
Named from above.
A gift from the yard of elegbara
Olagbegi's kicking hope.
Abiku!
A dashing beauty she's bestowed,
enough to light a father's grope.
Abiku!
Asake's grace in barrenness.
Off and on, she would not mind
'Come, and i will call you mine,
'Mother' till then i'll bear'.
Abiku! Abiku!! Abiku!!!
Touch her not, she might live
One who dines with ebora dudu,
a company when she is set to leave.
Abiku!
Your visit i do not beseech.
Your mercy i only seek.
Ekuru and eko wine to your descent,
gracing the feet of oluwere.
Abiku!
In tears you delight
Merriness you found in sorrow.
Leave and never come back
One who feeds on her mother's back.
Abiku!
Shame, you have cursed till eternity
In flame, yet you are never tamed.
One whose trowel never dries,
From the cries of hopeless eyes.
Abiku!!!

Roast Beef and Yorkshire Pudding

Pub in Yorkshire with stout and ale aplenty. 
Red faces sweating with alcohol's influence. 
Singing fine songs in reverie and ecstasy. 
Salivating at arrival of that succulent essence. 

Tender juicy slices of beef covered with gravy. 
A splendour when touched by crispy bubbling pudding. 
Roast potatoes smiling that wicked grin for tongue's activity. 
Forks and knives clatter in haste for that delight of tasty supping. 

Drowning that deliciousness with ale. 
Rhyming lyrics midst throng of patrons' happiness. 
Roast beef and Yorkshire pudding you made me hale. 
I will visit you often and celebrate tummy's warmth in merriness.

His Kingdom

Flying on the wings of an eagle, 
Flitting, hither and thither, 
Peering at fields of hay 
At dancing branches. 

Boring into mirror of a blue lake, 
And catching the glint in eyes of a darting deer. 
Sightless but seeing and feeling surges of solace, 
As rest on the throne of a tree-top waiting. 

In this land where mortal men are no more, 
In this land where only nature and animals abound, 
Waiting for the dawn and the sun's revelation. 

Noah and God appeared as shadows, 
Rising through creamy mist of day's beginning, 
Embracing me. "It has come to this, my man. 
Live now in this place where there's no sin or sinner. 
Rejoice in the cool waters of His lake, 
Drink the juice of the fruits that adorn this kingdom," 
God said and then a spark of merriness ignited my soul 
While Noah smiled in the glow of His magnificence. 

Now I knew I'd reached the new world 
Midst the songs of the eagle and the dancing forest.

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