Short Delightedly Poems
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Riding the road home
Opportunities open doors
Abandoning self, enjoy nature
Delightedly ride the road home
Happy birthday, Sister Irish,
These four lines express good desire;
Delightedly making a wish,
After the dark shadows expire.
Topic: Birthday of Irish Otable (March 15)
I believe in purpose
Faith flowing through
Blissful appreciation for
Talents
I believe in goals
Plotting out path
Ignoring nay-sayers
Achieving your dreams
I believe in God
Helping you help yourself
Smiling delightedly.
There's a blond poetess out there
At her picture I delightedly stare
Admiring her curves and shapes
Oh man I do wish to drape
In the morning we awaken all bare
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Illuminate light
To dispel out the darkness
Enjoy the season.
Destroy the evil
With powerful Sword of truth
Which lies within you.
Make the entire world
Free from the iniquitous
Live delightedly.
Make the prosperous
Entire moment of your life
Happy Diwali.
Thoughts. they twist, turn, and travel,
in a passing pretentious place as one ponders
crying, climatic, charismatic, characteristics containing to you.
Delightedly doubtful, declining due to direct disbelief
So subtle these thoughts are saying surely yet slowly sleep.
Sleep
Just sleep
I am a rainbow kid
I take pride in who I am
And embrace the crown as I am
These colors I embrace,
This rainbow, running through my blood stream.
They call it debased,
But, I call it redeemed.
My identity I embrace,
Out of the ordinary,
I've Created my own special place.
Showing a full display to the world,
Freely,
Unapologetic,
And delightedly
Nervously
Walked into the room
Reminds me
How I lost my feeling
The last time I fainted
Delightedly
Receiving my birthday gift
Reminds me
How I’d wished for my presents
Anticipatingly
Sat by the phone, waited for ages
How I’d been frozen in shock
When I learned the news
Despairingly
I now sit on the interview chair
Reminds me
How to talk
I blubber but falter
Form:
A poem for fun
I laugh delightedly
Because they all are
A poem cannot be
Anything else
Because patrons are gone
No one pays for poems
Poems are thoughts
Turned onto paper
By people who
Know how to turn
Their brains
Inside out
Poets
Not easily admitting it
due to the
Abject lack
Of appreciation
And respect
My besties
My tribe
I love you so.
From anger,
we’ve released words bent on hurting,
These words,
were intended to be, disconcerting.
Then later,
without the sense God gave a horse,
We wallow,
in our self made pools of remorse.
Our tongues,
became bridges from our heart to ear,
Delightedly,
to purpose we’ve managed to adhere.
Apologies,
never eradicate and others may spurn,
Harsh words,
like arrows once released, won’t return.
A baby in a stroller pointed,
Giggling, at me.
I waved and then he laughed some more
And grinned delightedly.
I also had the sweetest kisses
Blown my way from far.
My brother’s year-old grandson
Raised the FaceTime cuteness bar.
The urge to thus communicate
Begins when very young,
With smiles the currency employed,
Since words are yet unsung.
As children grow and fear kicks in,
That need to reach out slows,
Thus limiting connections
Only to the ones each knows.