Happiness Ode Poems

she used to shrink
inside her own skin
wore doubt like a coat
stitched too thin
but broken glass
still reflects the light
and jagged edges
sharpen the fight

now she stands
where my...

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Paranoia, hysteria 


the chatter off lips fills me up with ridicule
curses off demon breath blown on me like a baptism by virgin blood
but i 
etch...

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If rain pours down, is sunshine far behind?
I’ve wasted so much time believing lies
Until I met a man who changed my mind,
And stole my heart...

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An Ode to two of my favourite friends
“Comfy and Cosy” who l adore
Filling me with abundant joy and pleasure
My being they restore

A most compatible duo
Often...

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In Northern lands, where memories reside,
A tale of communal living, forever to abide.
Among the indigent, a unique bond takes hold,
Rich and poor entwined, young and...

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I will be the shoulder to catch your tears,
The chapter where your stories unfold.
I will be the door to your happiness,
The pillar that stands in...

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My brother my muse
Not to be use but love
My companionship 
A friend like never
I always confide in thee
Just like my shadow 
He never leave me
Through...

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I only met him for a while,
Still think of him with a smile,
He taught me many things,
Like New Age astral travelling,.
Maybe he does that to...

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Let's listen to the Adamantite who radiates his glow
Although he may be riddled with cracks that are deep
They never reached the center, they never went...

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My heart is a blank space 
A fertile ground where wilted roses
gain life and bloom__'evergreen 
it becomes ( the anchor of passion)
A beacon of romanticism...

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I grew up surrounded by bright flowers,
my mom had a pretty cottage garden;
of vibrant blooms going on all summer,
my favorite was the Painted Daisy!
With lovely...

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Dearest mother, I wish to write to thee
On this motherly day of love and glee
To tell you how much I appreciate
The role that you’ve played...

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Oh, fathers of our forefathers 
Would that we could draw from—
Your ever-flowing wellspring of wisdom.
In your footsteps peace would reign
With days serene and night long...

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The tulips are too excitable, it is Winter here.
—Sylvia Plath (Tulips)

Like Tulip-beds of different shape and dyes,
bending beneath the invisible west-wind’s sighs.
—Thomas Moore

Roses propose to...

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 Love is a smile, a tear, a touch
Love says it all and means so much
Truly love's what happiness is
Pure contentment, delightful bliss
Love is gentle...

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