Poems About Happiness Seeking Honest Critique
#happiness
Poems about happiness seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
Today 5:19am
Today 5:19am
Suburban Huck Finn -1
Three blocks from my childhood home
runs Los Alamitos Creek
a sylvatic, kids paradise
the shoreline choked
with stands of twenty-five foot bamboo.
punctuated by large sycamores
one with a tire swing attached
wearing cut-off jeans
we'd sail over the seven-foot, ice cold swim'n hole
with a woooo hooo we'd let go.
along the shallows
crawdad and minnow fishing
was the sport of choice
strictly catch and release
the water was tainted with quicksilver, mercury
so what we caught we couldn't eat.
runs Los Alamitos Creek
a sylvatic, kids paradise
the shoreline choked
with stands of twenty-five foot bamboo.
punctuated by large sycamores
one with a tire swing attached
wearing cut-off jeans
we'd sail over the seven-foot, ice cold swim'n hole
with a woooo hooo we'd let go.
along the shallows
crawdad and minnow fishing
was the sport of choice
strictly catch and release
the water was tainted with quicksilver, mercury
so what we caught we couldn't eat.
#childhood
#happiness
#nature
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Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
9th Apr 2025 5:31am
9th Apr 2025 5:31am
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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Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
9th Apr 2025 00:02am
9th Apr 2025 00:02am
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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Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
8th Apr 2025 5:13pm
8th Apr 2025 5:13pm
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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PAR
Poem Published
5th Apr 2025 9:10pm
5th Apr 2025 9:10pm
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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Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
4th Apr 2025 3:53am
4th Apr 2025 3:53am
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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Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
4th Apr 2025 3:40am
4th Apr 2025 3:40am
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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Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2025 11:05am
3rd Apr 2025 11:05am
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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Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
1st Apr 2025 8:23pm
1st Apr 2025 8:23pm
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
70 reads
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Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
30th Mar 2025 11:56am
30th Mar 2025 11:56am
Unspoken words spoken
What would you give to be able to share your thoughts, and prayers and hugs and kisses of inspiring words.✍️ TO speak with your truth and trust and honesty in your beliefs in GOD ALMIGHTY. As with our own insight and our spiritual subconsciousness, of our own life stories. Told from 🖊️ pen to paper of our own, UNSPOKEN WORDS. For sure what story will you and I write, ✍️ about of our own journeys and travels and walks. For will you and I speak as true surviver of our own perseverance and beliefs, with our determination and strength to overcome. The odds...
#admiration
#gratitude
#happiness
#love
#respect
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Wordsmith
Poem Published
30th Mar 2025 7:25am
30th Mar 2025 7:25am
Eid of Light and Longing
The crescent rose; the night stood still
A whispered joy; a sacred thrill
Though hunger knocked and pockets sighed
Still we prayed; still we tried
Eid has come; the air is bright
A morning bathed in golden light
Children race with laughter free
In clothes that dance like poetry
The markets roared; the butchers grinned
The scent of spice and meat within
Some feast with plenty; some with few
Yet hearts are full where faith is true
Oh Allah; let this joy remain
Let ease be poured where once was pain
Let every...
A whispered joy; a sacred thrill
Though hunger knocked and pockets sighed
Still we prayed; still we tried
Eid has come; the air is bright
A morning bathed in golden light
Children race with laughter free
In clothes that dance like poetry
The markets roared; the butchers grinned
The scent of spice and meat within
Some feast with plenty; some with few
Yet hearts are full where faith is true
Oh Allah; let this joy remain
Let ease be poured where once was pain
Let every...
#God
#happiness
#religion #spiritual
#religion #spiritual
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Sage_6_paths_light
Poem Published
29th Mar 2025 7:29pm
29th Mar 2025 7:29pm
Eternal Love
Some people call it fate and some would call it destiny.
But what we have has much more depth I have searched eternity.
Each lifetime that we meet we have been threw heartache and deceat.
But this bond we hold is are love untold let's make a foundation that's concrete. Our eternal love will always hold my heart .
Just like davinci's life work our passion and love is like art.
I know you have doubts I had them too.
But A life with out you is not a life I wish to see threw.
No matter what we do our love is beyond...
But what we have has much more depth I have searched eternity.
Each lifetime that we meet we have been threw heartache and deceat.
But this bond we hold is are love untold let's make a foundation that's concrete. Our eternal love will always hold my heart .
Just like davinci's life work our passion and love is like art.
I know you have doubts I had them too.
But A life with out you is not a life I wish to see threw.
No matter what we do our love is beyond...
#emotions
#gratitude
#happiness
#love
#motivational
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