Happiness Spoken Word Poems | Examples
These Happiness Spoken Word poems are examples of Spoken Word poems about Happiness. These are the best examples of Spoken Word Happiness poems written by international poets.
Sitting separate intertwined in togetherness
Hearts raced until a single embrace
Touch was the remedy to one's anxiousness
A cool like breeze swept the room
The pace is slowed as the beat reduces its cadence
Warmth is now the welcoming of a new
Comfort has expanded and covered both individuals
No longer separate as the equation has unified
Different minds with similar thoughts
To connect on a level that most will never reach
Top shelf compassion
Blushes stain the face of the joyous one
Happiness grabs the heart and jolts the body suddenly
An indescribable feeling that can only be told through deep gazes
A mirror reflection of incandescent perfection
Rest and celebrate
Protecting my mental health
Decorative lights
This is a call to all sufferers
hanging themselves in their own arms
apart from the one they desire
tired of nights sleeping alone
restless in grave prisons of the
place they would rather be,
whispering wishes and psalms to the
silence of walls that will never speak.
Seeking out their most beloved unknowns
that which they do not know outside of sleep,
the reason for their itch to stay in bed
for its ease to dream and play on nocturnal grounds
away from emptiness of waking
when time is occupied by working and despair and drinking.
An escape to care and to be cared for unconditionally
from the depths of a majestic heart,
that reciprocates the true yearning
between two divine animals
to frolic and escape the solitude
of the malnourished zoo of the world.
Step by step she lost every ounce of happiness in her,
This is not a suicide note it's a monologue,
Strangely every full moon the wolf got weaker,
She prayed that she wouldn't live long.
Couldn't put the knife to the wrist,
So she wrapped the pen with the fingers,
Bleed through the ink and watched the naivete wither,
Ink to paper was like blood on the dance floor,
The rhythm of the curves and strokes could tell that the dancer was in trance,
Limbo, in between life and death, one step away from her final destination, I saw it, I ran and now my own ghost is chasing me.
I was at Resto Depot today for
lunch. I had a miso noodle salad
with an Avacado scooped out with two
scoops of crunchy veggie or no veggie
balls . they had exquisite seasoning too.
There was much lettuce ,the noodles were cooked.
There was dried crisp tasty noodles ,thank you.
I drank a glass of water .This dish is
a subtle smooth aged single malt whiskey,
Hard to eat slowly -I ate it quickly.
Desert was a cup of cantaloup scoops .
Happiness is the circle of glad folk,
I sat with six in all three to me spoke.
First folk were two ladies a nice chat had,
Next dude ignored me I didn’t feel bad.
A dad and son next they ordered a meal ,
They ate quickly: lunch is a sweet deal .
One was a doctor offered free rub down,
I said I live in the far part of town.
Our chat was nice he got up and split,
Noise is an irritable dish : I sit.
Solitude is a silent street.3 bare seats
I was musing when to write my conceits.
Resto Depot a hip place to hang out
For the in-crowd to be without a doubt.
Could not write my poem -my time was up
I looked at my watch ;my ride picked me up .
Joyful memories surface, every once in a while
Evidenced by bright eyes and a half formed smile
Catching special moments previously enjoyed
Helping to soften an ever increasing void
The magic of retrieving such gold from the past
Trying to focus on the now and not worry how long it may last
It never stops
I pay money to be sane
But life keeps going and making me crazy.
~ Pauly G
I feel so sad to be a child of my home
It sounds ungrateful when moaning on a throne
but I reallly am trapped in a heaven I don't belong
I can' t control it. sadness floods but I missed the ark
I am struggling to breath even where the air is so clean
I am starving even when my stomach is full to a fault
I am dying to live, really there is no way home
I am stuck in a paradise for everyone but my soul
Land of milk and honey but I am allergic to both
I just want to be on my own
Inspire myself, learn and grow
relearn romance and be proud of the life I chose
Be who I am without angels on my door
I feel so sad I am tired and worn.
It is so sad to be a 30 year old boy living at home
The determination made it happen
brilliantly, happiness rules
sadness and smiles replace
frowns, and logic controls
jealousy.
Peace again within the soul,
forget heart's foolish desire
lingering wondrously, in
the solitude of your mind.
Romance can be held close in
heart, people never meet to
love, words pour blissfully
adorned with admiration and
passion, eyes meet one more
time.
Loneliness is only a state
of mind, a friend needs not
don't except it, unless that is
what you want within your
peaceful serenade.
Mind conditioning control
ways of thinking light low
setting the mood, for loves
sweet embrace. lingering among
your temptations, of fate and
dangerous desires.
(Caution is the key to sad expressions))
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Trying to hide myself
In a cage likes a bird
Having all the beautiful things
With no risks and worries
At the cost of my happyness
And for the happiness of my loved ones
Like the bird
Which want to fly in the sky
But don't want to leave loved ones behind
Who is unable to choose between them
Seeing the sky with big smile
With spark of dreams in eyes .
In the beginning
Was the word..
Beginning the dream
Of separation..
And the birth of
Other words
Attempting to
Explain that first
Inexplainable word...
What is the ultimate life
All about?
It is about being holy
It is about being healthy
It is about being happy
It is about making things happen
With tremendous magnitude
And flowing smoothly
In the right direction
It is all about being effective
And efficient in life
A LITTLE LAYER
OF HAPPINESS
IT'S SOMETIMES LIKE
A CAKE WITHIN
IT ALWAYS BEARS
A MOLD
WITHOUT IT LEAVES
YOU QUIET
WITH WISHES
FROM CARES
YOU HOLD
A LAYER
OF FROSTING
OF LIFE
A SLICE OF LOVE
AND CHEER
A HEART THAT KNOWS
EACH DAY TO TRUST
AWAY FROM THE
KNIVES OF FEAR
A LITTLE LAYER
OF HAPPINESS
IT'S LIKE A MOUTH
THAT FEEDS
AND WITH EACH
OPENING
A TRUE REPOSE
IT MEETS US
IN OUR NEEDS
A LITTLE LAYER
OF HAPPINESS
OF A HEART
THAT HOLDS
IT'S OWN
SO LIKE A CAKE
THAT WE CAN
TAKE
IT NEEDS A HEART
A HAPPY HOME
A LITTLE LAYER
OF HAPPINESS
LIKE A CAKE
FROM THE MOLD I
IT STANDS
NOT TO BE MISSED
IT CAN BE KISSED
WITH HEARTS
AND HELPING
HANDs
SO BE A
HEALTHY EATER
OF DREAMS
OF HOPES
WITH PLANS
LET A LITTLE LAYER
OF HAPPINESS
BE THE RECIPE
OF 'HOWS' AND
'CANS'
AND SET ASIDE
THE MYSTERY
OF MIXES
THE MAKERS
CHOOSE
JUST TAKE
A BITE OF
HAPPINESS
THAT YOU
NEVER
COULD
OR
SHOULD
REFUSE
ALEX E. NELSON
FOR B-
JANUARY
2015
All I can distinguish from this tapestry of a world
are the different hues of blue within the little threads
The rain that falls when the tears of little neptunes
cleanse the world from any form of optimism
The ocean where all that sadness is drained towards
that many find themselves drowning in
No matter how many lenses of yellow
I tether to my eyes
The life from the green is incapable to satisfy
as there is simply no life or happiness to be found,
even within the baby blades of grass
Life never lasts anyway
it always seems to die
And unfortunately, death is the foundation of the floods
from little neptunes
Tread lightly on my badly wounded soul
Lest it return in spectral manner borne,
Time will atone for the happiness you stole.
Ponder the ways you can make it whole
The one you purposely caused to mourn
Tread lightly on my badly wounded soul.
All deeds are written on memory’s scroll
Some like the rose; some like the thorn
Time will atone for the happiness you stole.
Do not consider your bullying a mere stroll
In your wilted gardens of sarcasm and scorn
Tread lightly on my badly wounded soul.
Your hurtful ways will surely take a toll
For eternal recompense has been sworn
Time will atone for the happiness you stole.
You will experience payback, like the troll,
Who thrives on bullying, I must forewarn,
Tread lightly on my badly wounded soul,
Time will atone for the happiness you stole.