Poems About Happiness Seeking Honest Critique
#happiness
Poems about happiness seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
buddhakitty
Poem Published
14th Apr 2024 4:01am
14th Apr 2024 4:01am
you never know when
lying down
relaxing in
a dimly lit
room
cigarette
in hand
smoke rising up
and fanning out
like a peacocks
tail
such little moments
in the quiet of the day
I smile
relaxing in
a dimly lit
room
cigarette
in hand
smoke rising up
and fanning out
like a peacocks
tail
such little moments
in the quiet of the day
I smile
#happiness
22 reads
6 Comments
poeticdelight
Poem Published
13th Apr 2024 2:29pm
13th Apr 2024 2:29pm
From Nature Into Eternity
Spring is here again, sending sunny shine, rainbowed with April's rains.Flowers and butterflies pirouette gaily in the field, and on the lea, there are as many poppies as the heart can host, and the eyes can fill the orb.
Everything is wildly wise, masterly conducted under heaven's orchestral wand,
Dare not just stain the primeval beauty of the creation, its fully complete, an idyllic Ambrosia and pastoral Arcadia, a stream of conscious Nature.......
It is wild as i watch, but my brain tells me this is the wisdom in its
natural notion i do not need to...
Everything is wildly wise, masterly conducted under heaven's orchestral wand,
Dare not just stain the primeval beauty of the creation, its fully complete, an idyllic Ambrosia and pastoral Arcadia, a stream of conscious Nature.......
It is wild as i watch, but my brain tells me this is the wisdom in its
natural notion i do not need to...
#happiness
#hope
#redemption
#admiration
#emotions
50 reads
6 Comments
Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
13th Apr 2024 11:43am
13th Apr 2024 11:43am
Best In Hue - Swatch 2
British racing green
was the color of dad's
beloved roadster
a 1950 MG TD
Recalling with what glee
he'd navigate our town.
Tweed racing cap worn
like a crown
the cars black top down
his crew of
pint-sized mechanics
perched on red
Upolstered rumble seat.
with wide grins
all the onlookers we'd greet.
The car long since
dismantled
and papa's recent demise.
forces me to see
through fond recollection's eyes.
Photo, by Georgi Petrov , found on Pexels
was the color of dad's
beloved roadster
a 1950 MG TD
Recalling with what glee
he'd navigate our town.
Tweed racing cap worn
like a crown
the cars black top down
his crew of
pint-sized mechanics
perched on red
Upolstered rumble seat.
with wide grins
all the onlookers we'd greet.
The car long since
dismantled
and papa's recent demise.
forces me to see
through fond recollection's eyes.
Photo, by Georgi Petrov , found on Pexels
#happiness
#love
#cars #memories
#cars #memories
23 reads
3 Comments
Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
12th Apr 2024 4:38am
12th Apr 2024 4:38am
Metrology Of Life
Why measure one's success
by their financial solvency?
As age overtakes me
I've had a profound epiphany
That true happiness
is not found
in things pecuniary
but free to everybody
The sky's not blue and sunny, and gentle breezes do not caress
only for those with money
A smile, a touch, a kiss, a hug, a tender word, a bedtime song
Are slices of joy everlasting
with love given gratis
to the poor, the rich, and those in between
In the end what really counts
Is what we've given
how we've got along
Not what's in ...
by their financial solvency?
As age overtakes me
I've had a profound epiphany
That true happiness
is not found
in things pecuniary
but free to everybody
The sky's not blue and sunny, and gentle breezes do not caress
only for those with money
A smile, a touch, a kiss, a hug, a tender word, a bedtime song
Are slices of joy everlasting
with love given gratis
to the poor, the rich, and those in between
In the end what really counts
Is what we've given
how we've got along
Not what's in ...
#happiness
#nature
#money #LifeGoals
#money #LifeGoals
50 reads
6 Comments
Michaelpoet
Poem Published
10th Apr 2024 5:03pm
10th Apr 2024 5:03pm
Twilight Passed
As I stand at the edge of a cliff I find myself terrified of an ugly truth staring me in the face.
To jump off this cliff would be a terrible disgrace.
Despite the pain that has claimed sanctuary in my brain I prefer to move forward.
Today, I am just as appreciative of this puzzle called life as the thought of it's climax to erase the strife.
I beg you to listen to what I have to say in the hope that it can help you no matter the way.
It's better to suffer with the hope of a reprieve then it would be to end early with an untimely leave.
Brain cancer was hard, OCD...
To jump off this cliff would be a terrible disgrace.
Despite the pain that has claimed sanctuary in my brain I prefer to move forward.
Today, I am just as appreciative of this puzzle called life as the thought of it's climax to erase the strife.
I beg you to listen to what I have to say in the hope that it can help you no matter the way.
It's better to suffer with the hope of a reprieve then it would be to end early with an untimely leave.
Brain cancer was hard, OCD...
#happiness
#strength
#hope
#courage
#gratitude
40 reads
2 Comments
Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
9th Apr 2024 4:26am
9th Apr 2024 4:26am
Embracing The Aquatic - Heat 4
Summer, Saturday morning
hundreds of swimsuited kids
descend on their neighborhood,
or foes,
cabana club
and thus begins
the weekly swim meet.
Commencing with
brief warm up practice
followed by a long, tedious wait
for one's racing heat.
When at our home pool competing,
We'd spread our beach towels
on the grassy hill
overlooking the contest.
Biding our time
sunbathing, clowning around, and eating.
Mom brought chocolate covered donut sticks and boxes of strawberry Jello…our fingers and lips dyed...
hundreds of swimsuited kids
descend on their neighborhood,
or foes,
cabana club
and thus begins
the weekly swim meet.
Commencing with
brief warm up practice
followed by a long, tedious wait
for one's racing heat.
When at our home pool competing,
We'd spread our beach towels
on the grassy hill
overlooking the contest.
Biding our time
sunbathing, clowning around, and eating.
Mom brought chocolate covered donut sticks and boxes of strawberry Jello…our fingers and lips dyed...
#happiness
#childhood
#summer
#memories
#sports
52 reads
2 Comments
Inside_Roare
Poem Published
8th Apr 2024 7:34pm
8th Apr 2024 7:34pm
BLUE GROVE
BLUE GROVE
INSIDE ROARE
My heart is small when the sun sets over the hillside.
uuuuuu
How is my mom? What does he even look like?
I know the region where bad luck smells, the region smells like May.
A larch grove hangs proudly over the valley.
I like the region where home smells.
How to caress.
I want to return there, I want to give life to it.
How many foals there were, how many girls passed by.
How much happiness, how much hatred was felt around.
I want to take the small warm mug in my hands again
and feel it...
INSIDE ROARE
My heart is small when the sun sets over the hillside.
uuuuuu
How is my mom? What does he even look like?
I know the region where bad luck smells, the region smells like May.
A larch grove hangs proudly over the valley.
I like the region where home smells.
How to caress.
I want to return there, I want to give life to it.
How many foals there were, how many girls passed by.
How much happiness, how much hatred was felt around.
I want to take the small warm mug in my hands again
and feel it...
#happiness
#love
#motivational
#inspirational
#emotions
76 reads
0 Comments
Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
7th Apr 2024 1:05pm
7th Apr 2024 1:05pm
Novella Chapter 1 The Longing
Chapter 1: The Longing
Brittney sat in her cozy living room, surrounded by the familiar trappings of home. Outside were the sounds of her two daughters playing after school. The sun was setting, casting a warm glow through the curtains, but inside, Brittney's heart felt cold and empty.
At thirty-two, Brittney had everything she had ever dreamed of—a loving husband, two beautiful children, a successful career, and a close-knit family. Those who knew her often commented on her beauty. She did work to take care of herself, but her attractiveness was the natural type,...
Brittney sat in her cozy living room, surrounded by the familiar trappings of home. Outside were the sounds of her two daughters playing after school. The sun was setting, casting a warm glow through the curtains, but inside, Brittney's heart felt cold and empty.
At thirty-two, Brittney had everything she had ever dreamed of—a loving husband, two beautiful children, a successful career, and a close-knit family. Those who knew her often commented on her beauty. She did work to take care of herself, but her attractiveness was the natural type,...
#happiness
#temptation
103 reads
1 Comment
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
5th Apr 2024 6:27pm
5th Apr 2024 6:27pm
Free Money
I found a wallet
I ignored all credentials
Up 300 bucks
Feeling good right now
Yeah I know I'm a scumbag
You would do the same
I ignored all credentials
Up 300 bucks
Feeling good right now
Yeah I know I'm a scumbag
You would do the same
#happiness
#money
#haiku
47 reads
4 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
5th Apr 2024 10:40am
5th Apr 2024 10:40am
Stress Free
As if I should care
The less I can understand
Laid-back happy man
The less I can understand
Laid-back happy man
#happiness
#anxiety
#haiku #ignorance
#haiku #ignorance
80 reads
16 Comments
monovox128
Poem Published
5th Apr 2024 2:50am
5th Apr 2024 2:50am
WHEN I THINK OF YOU
A moon rises within it's slow glowing surge;
the tide recedes from the wet sand’s glimmer.
The cares of the day have begun to simmer;
and my weary mind upon me begins to purge.
The morning trees dance in meadows with dew;
as the sun rays shines in eyes awoken blurred.
Life unfolds a new calendar page that's turned;
these and all other moments I'm thinking of you.
the tide recedes from the wet sand’s glimmer.
The cares of the day have begun to simmer;
and my weary mind upon me begins to purge.
The morning trees dance in meadows with dew;
as the sun rays shines in eyes awoken blurred.
Life unfolds a new calendar page that's turned;
these and all other moments I'm thinking of you.
#happiness
#love
#loneliness
#hope
#gratitude
74 reads
8 Comments
Sapphirewolf
Poem Published
4th Apr 2024 2:23am
4th Apr 2024 2:23am
No More Fears
All my fears are laid to rest....
When my head lays upon your chest....
When my head lays upon your chest....
#happiness
#love
#emotions
87 reads
4 Comments
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