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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In every moment...
I AM LOVE
I AM PEACE
I AM an ENDLESS STREAM OF FLOWING GRATITUDE...
JUST
WITH A BOSS ATTITUDE
I AM PEACE
I AM an ENDLESS STREAM OF FLOWING GRATITUDE...
JUST
WITH A BOSS ATTITUDE
#happiness
#strength
#inspirational
#gratitude
#respect
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In a sense
There are two senses to my life
And when I act consciously
When I am in the moment
And choose rather than be chosen by my fears
Then both are fulfilled
For in a sense everything I do is for you
And in another sense everything I do is for me
For when I truly take care of myself
Then I create the energy I need to take care of you
And with every concrete act that helps another
I bring joy to my own heart
For this is true, above all:
We want to be happy and help others be happy
Everything that deviates from...
And when I act consciously
When I am in the moment
And choose rather than be chosen by my fears
Then both are fulfilled
For in a sense everything I do is for you
And in another sense everything I do is for me
For when I truly take care of myself
Then I create the energy I need to take care of you
And with every concrete act that helps another
I bring joy to my own heart
For this is true, above all:
We want to be happy and help others be happy
Everything that deviates from...
#happiness
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All because of you
You are my favorite song played in the morning
My heartfelt prayers heard by God at night
The index finger that softly dries away my misguided tears
You are the ceilings that talks me calmly through my harrowing fears
The mirror that looks back at me to tell me how much I slay
Even when my mind plays vicious tricks on me, telling me I do not
You are the detox that rids my body of all things that are not good for me
You are important to me like the strings of a guitar
For without those strings
I will cease to hear the beautiful masterpiece...
My heartfelt prayers heard by God at night
The index finger that softly dries away my misguided tears
You are the ceilings that talks me calmly through my harrowing fears
The mirror that looks back at me to tell me how much I slay
Even when my mind plays vicious tricks on me, telling me I do not
You are the detox that rids my body of all things that are not good for me
You are important to me like the strings of a guitar
For without those strings
I will cease to hear the beautiful masterpiece...
#happiness
#love
#lover
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a far away place
A faraway place
I lived in the interior of the Algarve for many years
in a converted stable made into a cottage that
was smelling of mules when it rained.
After the heat of summers, winters were, if not
Welcome, but accepted as good for the land
Rain and damp, how great to have a wood burner
and a gas stove for cooking when electricity
broke down as it often did.
International problems of the time had a feel
of distance, nothing to with us away from the
braying crowd and the insanity of pop- culture
Walking in the woods...
I lived in the interior of the Algarve for many years
in a converted stable made into a cottage that
was smelling of mules when it rained.
After the heat of summers, winters were, if not
Welcome, but accepted as good for the land
Rain and damp, how great to have a wood burner
and a gas stove for cooking when electricity
broke down as it often did.
International problems of the time had a feel
of distance, nothing to with us away from the
braying crowd and the insanity of pop- culture
Walking in the woods...
#happiness
#love
#hope #inspirational
#hope #inspirational
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Ghost Gone
Joan was on her way to Marysville in gorgeous Montana on this superb November day.
That was her destination but a dozen miles before the famed ghostown she noticed a small wooden sign indicating Dead Man's Creek ten miles to the left. Intrigued because no such was indicated on her maps. She decided to go have a look.
It was getting quite dark as she parked her Acura RDX by the side of what looked like a dilapidated rooming house next to the equally sad looking remains of a saloon.
Equipped with her Paranormal 4K Camcorder proceeded up the few steps to the house....
That was her destination but a dozen miles before the famed ghostown she noticed a small wooden sign indicating Dead Man's Creek ten miles to the left. Intrigued because no such was indicated on her maps. She decided to go have a look.
It was getting quite dark as she parked her Acura RDX by the side of what looked like a dilapidated rooming house next to the equally sad looking remains of a saloon.
Equipped with her Paranormal 4K Camcorder proceeded up the few steps to the house....
#happiness
#hope
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Sycophancy is the egregious evil that likes to masquerade as tenable commonsense!
By Stanley Collymore
I really do not understand how
in this internet age there are
still essentially significant
numbers of pathetically very stupid
people, that evidently rather like to
pretend, that one quite discernibly
basically effectively dysfunctional
family of crucially, very mediocre
at best, human beings are clearly
in some way, deservingly special
and consequently, automatically
literally deserving, of unlimited
deference; cravingly unstinting
and effectively unquestionably
likewise...
I really do not understand how
in this internet age there are
still essentially significant
numbers of pathetically very stupid
people, that evidently rather like to
pretend, that one quite discernibly
basically effectively dysfunctional
family of crucially, very mediocre
at best, human beings are clearly
in some way, deservingly special
and consequently, automatically
literally deserving, of unlimited
deference; cravingly unstinting
and effectively unquestionably
likewise...
#happiness
#motivational
#inspirational
#redemption
#admiration
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In love for a day
Love last for a day
By chance to linger on
Never to wander again
Forever in love for a day
Our love glistend and bloomed
Like the moist morning dew
Love at first sight
One glance and we knew
Our love was the fire
Of a noon day sun
Secret desires melting
Till we became one
Then on came the night
And the frozen bitter winds
Somehow we both knew
Our love was to end
In love with a day
That became forever
Ceaselessly wandering
Bound and tethered
In some other time ...
By chance to linger on
Never to wander again
Forever in love for a day
Our love glistend and bloomed
Like the moist morning dew
Love at first sight
One glance and we knew
Our love was the fire
Of a noon day sun
Secret desires melting
Till we became one
Then on came the night
And the frozen bitter winds
Somehow we both knew
Our love was to end
In love with a day
That became forever
Ceaselessly wandering
Bound and tethered
In some other time ...
#happiness
#love
#regret
#heartbroken
#bittersweet
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"What would your superpower be?“
One morning,
while sitting crossed legged,
on second floor carpeted space.
I said
"I want to eat all the plastic
and turn it to fresh energy.
That would be my superpower."
And you said,
"I'd like to never die."
and he said
"I'd like to shoot electric fire beams,"
and another wanted gills,
and one wanted to control air,
and one wanted to be able to fly in it,
and one said their only power
would maybe be to be green
or perhaps to be invisible all together.
She and I smiled at each other, ...
while sitting crossed legged,
on second floor carpeted space.
I said
"I want to eat all the plastic
and turn it to fresh energy.
That would be my superpower."
And you said,
"I'd like to never die."
and he said
"I'd like to shoot electric fire beams,"
and another wanted gills,
and one wanted to control air,
and one wanted to be able to fly in it,
and one said their only power
would maybe be to be green
or perhaps to be invisible all together.
She and I smiled at each other, ...
#happiness
#hope
#uplifting #gratitude
#uplifting #gratitude
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My Sunny Day
A sea of frostbitten faces
bundled up, walking in
undulating waves along sidewalks;
angry whitecaps and
swirling eddies
moving every which way
under an overcast sky
with an icy wind howling,
dictating their course.
I sit and watch
in t-shirt and shorts,
in a beach chair under
an umbrella,
cold beer in hand,
touched by a warm breeze,
enjoying sunny and 70.
bundled up, walking in
undulating waves along sidewalks;
angry whitecaps and
swirling eddies
moving every which way
under an overcast sky
with an icy wind howling,
dictating their course.
I sit and watch
in t-shirt and shorts,
in a beach chair under
an umbrella,
cold beer in hand,
touched by a warm breeze,
enjoying sunny and 70.
#happiness
#humankind
#gratitude
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it is always you
and i love
to call your name
out loud, to the wind,
let your name drift
comfortably, treating
all that listen.
and my thoughts
of you, described
within my mind,
such beauty
overwhelming me,
surely a joy for those
that see you.
and to be with you,
those wonderful feelings
you provoke, i am emotional,
thoughts of you gentle
gathered within me,
feelings more wonderful
than poets conceive.
your name, i can share,
your beauty, it's a gift ...
to call your name
out loud, to the wind,
let your name drift
comfortably, treating
all that listen.
and my thoughts
of you, described
within my mind,
such beauty
overwhelming me,
surely a joy for those
that see you.
and to be with you,
those wonderful feelings
you provoke, i am emotional,
thoughts of you gentle
gathered within me,
feelings more wonderful
than poets conceive.
your name, i can share,
your beauty, it's a gift ...
#happiness
#love
#kindness
#inspirational
#admiration
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a brief memory
A brief memory
He sat alone under a wooden bridge over a small stream
that (for him) looked deep; usually, a little girl sat the too
but he had banned her and the straw doll she carried
She treated him like a child holding his hand when they
crossed the road.
She had refused to marry him, asking where his dad was
he told her his father lived far away in aficanmission
land, she also asked him what his father was doing
thinking about it, he said, a driver, thinking of the German
a soldier who lived on the farm.
Her mother had said...
He sat alone under a wooden bridge over a small stream
that (for him) looked deep; usually, a little girl sat the too
but he had banned her and the straw doll she carried
She treated him like a child holding his hand when they
crossed the road.
She had refused to marry him, asking where his dad was
he told her his father lived far away in aficanmission
land, she also asked him what his father was doing
thinking about it, he said, a driver, thinking of the German
a soldier who lived on the farm.
Her mother had said...
#happiness
#love
#kindness
#hope
#inspirational
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I Have Already...

#happiness
#love
#sexy
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