Poems about Happiness
#happiness
Enchanting and exuberant poetry about happiness. To know joy, we must first experience darkness, but these happy poems shine a light on the world during the good times.
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Pontiac Safari: Second Owner
Summoned by Grandma
to her Redding, CA home
for a visit and heartbreaking task
asked to assume ownership
of Grandpa's prized possession
his precious ‘72 Pontiac
though I needed the ride
the sad circumstances
wounded Grandad's pride
and truly tore me up inside
feeling like his jailer
Imprisoning him
in his double wide trailer.
I drove that beautiful, twenty foot,
golden, barge-like wagon
for at least five years.
with it's space age, curved rear window
seating capacity
for a maximum of 10 friends ...
to her Redding, CA home
for a visit and heartbreaking task
asked to assume ownership
of Grandpa's prized possession
his precious ‘72 Pontiac
though I needed the ride
the sad circumstances
wounded Grandad's pride
and truly tore me up inside
feeling like his jailer
Imprisoning him
in his double wide trailer.
I drove that beautiful, twenty foot,
golden, barge-like wagon
for at least five years.
with it's space age, curved rear window
seating capacity
for a maximum of 10 friends ...
#aging
#family
#happiness
#memories
#sadness
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The flight of love
They say that we all will have to learn how much our love truly matters, to us in ways that will shake us to very core of our soul. But yet it's important to remember that it's hard enough, to find that someone who gets us in ways that we can never, forget about the real deepness of the truth of our life and love. For sure we will have some disagreements and agreements, as this is life only to test your strength and perseverance. To the truth of how much you and I need and want, each other to inspire us and complete, us as one flame 🔥 that was meant to be together. as a flight...
#admiration
#happiness
#kindness
#love
#respect
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Treasured Scents
Lit match ignites incense stick
sandalwood aroma
wafts over my face
fond and mysterious
childhood memory incites
What was the prevalent fragrance
In my grandparents' home?
In the sacred smoke
a mystery made known
when mixed with the scent-remembrance
of coffee percolating in a pot
inviting boyish morning glee
contemplating what days adventure might be
Or paired with ginger snaps
baking in the oven
I remember grandma’s smile
as I bit into the warm, spicy cookie
secret ingredient, lots of love’n ...
sandalwood aroma
wafts over my face
fond and mysterious
childhood memory incites
What was the prevalent fragrance
In my grandparents' home?
In the sacred smoke
a mystery made known
when mixed with the scent-remembrance
of coffee percolating in a pot
inviting boyish morning glee
contemplating what days adventure might be
Or paired with ginger snaps
baking in the oven
I remember grandma’s smile
as I bit into the warm, spicy cookie
secret ingredient, lots of love’n ...
#childhood
#family
#happiness #memories
#happiness #memories
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A Samurai's Garden…
🐝………My thoughts are starting to sizzle can I cook please, words coming out so fast you would’ve thought I knock down at swarm of honey bees, 🐝
Shouldn’t I get the options to choose, if that’s something from you that I want……..swoosh.
I met you wounded, your spirit cut, I asked god to heal with honey,
now you’re healed, badder than ever, ex’s want you back n I find that mess kinda funny.
do not tell me something sweet, than something sour at the end,...
Shouldn’t I get the options to choose, if that’s something from you that I want……..swoosh.
I met you wounded, your spirit cut, I asked god to heal with honey,
now you’re healed, badder than ever, ex’s want you back n I find that mess kinda funny.
do not tell me something sweet, than something sour at the end,...
#happiness
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Final minutes of gig day
This here is a makeshift poem –
I’ll grab me some words and I’ll throw ‘em
on a page just to say that I did it.
Before midnight I have to submit it.
I’m exhausted, this day was so busy;
spent hours of it in a tizzy
preparing my rock ‘n roll show
and getting myself in the flow.
What a joy! My kids came along,
and they danced to so many songs.
Now I feel that my life is complete:
I’m a mom AND a rock star – how sweet!
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I’ll grab me some words and I’ll throw ‘em
on a page just to say that I did it.
Before midnight I have to submit it.
I’m exhausted, this day was so busy;
spent hours of it in a tizzy
preparing my rock ‘n roll show
and getting myself in the flow.
What a joy! My kids came along,
and they danced to so many songs.
Now I feel that my life is complete:
I’m a mom AND a rock star – how sweet!
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#happiness
#music
#WritingPoetry
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Damian asking me...
Damian, you're a fantastic interviewer.
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/538989-spotlight---par/
Inviting everyone to read us in SpotLight.
Big hugs to you all.
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/538989-spotlight---par/
Inviting everyone to read us in SpotLight.
Big hugs to you all.
#confessional
#dialogue
#happiness
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Challenges with love
They say that through this cycle of life 🙏 we will have to go through so much sometimes with things that will even change our own lives. Down to the way of how deep does the hurt and pain, goes deeper than deep, into the subconscious of our deepest thoughts. Yes the truth is that what we have to do for thyself, is to analyze our own chains of thoughts. 🤔 telling ourselves we have to learn how to navigate, through times like these and have a different kind of perception. For sure there will be real challenges, with love and honor and respect. For each other as one. But yet we...
#admiration
#FallingInLove
#happiness
#LifeCycle
#LookingForLove
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Will He? Won't He
A frequent question by me primarily posed
“Why can’t you take better care of yourself?”
It just takes a bit of willpower.”
in me, there is no scarcity of willpower
a will bent on my destruction
a powerful desires to surrender to failure
nefarious captor of my spirit
that would rather see me dead
than change for the better
I pause to consider,
What would I lose with my demise?
the chance to see my daughter as a mother
to cradle new life in my grandfatherly arms
the privilege to have stimulating conversation;
to...
“Why can’t you take better care of yourself?”
It just takes a bit of willpower.”
in me, there is no scarcity of willpower
a will bent on my destruction
a powerful desires to surrender to failure
nefarious captor of my spirit
that would rather see me dead
than change for the better
I pause to consider,
What would I lose with my demise?
the chance to see my daughter as a mother
to cradle new life in my grandfatherly arms
the privilege to have stimulating conversation;
to...
#depression
#happiness
#SelfHarm #SelfReflection
#SelfHarm #SelfReflection
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Me, Part Two: Melville Street
memories
pinned loosely to
a place
and therefore to
a time
nestled briefly between
first sentience and the meddling of adults
Random still frames:
feral preschoolers
grass stains, sidewalk scrapes
raw hotdog snack on the tire swing
wood bugs under rocks
the soft lap of Mrs. Cookie
Joey on his trike mostly naked
Best friend Rowan, my hero
wilder than her fiery hair
she spat at my mother!
She confided that she was a boy
and I nodded
yeah, of course
And that boy
with the...
pinned loosely to
a place
and therefore to
a time
nestled briefly between
first sentience and the meddling of adults
Random still frames:
feral preschoolers
grass stains, sidewalk scrapes
raw hotdog snack on the tire swing
wood bugs under rocks
the soft lap of Mrs. Cookie
Joey on his trike mostly naked
Best friend Rowan, my hero
wilder than her fiery hair
she spat at my mother!
She confided that she was a boy
and I nodded
yeah, of course
And that boy
with the...
#childhood
#friendship
#happiness
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Playing The Piano
The piano's keys made a noise.
That sounded like a lullaby,a voice.
As the hand went through the piano.
And it played their own song.
The melody was serene.
Peaceful,and very long.
Everyone clapped as they began to play.
Everybody listened and began to sway.
May I play with you,if I may?
Or hear your song someday?
Figures began to dance in your mind.
Your stress disappear as you unwind.
And the music became images,illusions.
Real,or in your head.
They become stories,that people will tell when you are...
That sounded like a lullaby,a voice.
As the hand went through the piano.
And it played their own song.
The melody was serene.
Peaceful,and very long.
Everyone clapped as they began to play.
Everybody listened and began to sway.
May I play with you,if I may?
Or hear your song someday?
Figures began to dance in your mind.
Your stress disappear as you unwind.
And the music became images,illusions.
Real,or in your head.
They become stories,that people will tell when you are...
#dance
#happiness
#hope
#music
#uplifting
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This poem is called A PLACE OF ONLY SMILES......
in our world there is....
light and darkness.....
smiles and tears
......joys and pain.....
and....
......fears and peace......
............
but there is another world......
.....a world.....that is different....
from this one.....
for in this world......
there is.....
....
only Light....
and
......only Smiles.....
.......
there is no pain....
........and no fears.......and no darkness.....
just Peace
........everywhere.....😊😊😊😊😊
....
and...
light and darkness.....
smiles and tears
......joys and pain.....
and....
......fears and peace......
............
but there is another world......
.....a world.....that is different....
from this one.....
for in this world......
there is.....
....
only Light....
and
......only Smiles.....
.......
there is no pain....
........and no fears.......and no darkness.....
just Peace
........everywhere.....😊😊😊😊😊
....
and...
#Christian
#God
#happiness
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Celestial Navigation
Driving aimlessly down Shame Street
sipping on my 32-ounce cup of depression, no ice.
suddenly, my too often neglected HP GPS,
speaks in a calm, commanding tone
“Pass Easy Street and at the next intersection,
turn right onto Hope Drive."
Noticing I’m out of gas;
I stop at the OA service station,
on the corner of Hope and Not Good Enough Avenue,
after filling my tank with encouragement,
I choose to continue my journey on Hope.
HP’s voice sounds again.
“Travel 12 miles,
turn right onto the on-ramp...
sipping on my 32-ounce cup of depression, no ice.
suddenly, my too often neglected HP GPS,
speaks in a calm, commanding tone
“Pass Easy Street and at the next intersection,
turn right onto Hope Drive."
Noticing I’m out of gas;
I stop at the OA service station,
on the corner of Hope and Not Good Enough Avenue,
after filling my tank with encouragement,
I choose to continue my journey on Hope.
HP’s voice sounds again.
“Travel 12 miles,
turn right onto the on-ramp...
#addiction
#food
#happiness
#hope
#peace
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DU Poetry : Poems about Happiness