Long Poems About Happiness
#happiness
Long poems about happiness. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
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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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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Crying During Crazy on You
There are a bunch of songs by Heart
I don't particularly like
How Can I Get You Alone
sounds like a bank commercial
The Dog and the Butterfly
is dopey and boring
Alone
is too repetitive for me
But the Heart songs I like...
Well, I really heart those Heart songs
I'm mad for Magic Man,
and crazy for Crazy on You
Our seats are super steep
in the basketball arena
Our backs are literally against the wall
in the very last row.
Looking down
makes me quietly queasy.
And it's a work night ...
I don't particularly like
How Can I Get You Alone
sounds like a bank commercial
The Dog and the Butterfly
is dopey and boring
Alone
is too repetitive for me
But the Heart songs I like...
Well, I really heart those Heart songs
I'm mad for Magic Man,
and crazy for Crazy on You
Our seats are super steep
in the basketball arena
Our backs are literally against the wall
in the very last row.
Looking down
makes me quietly queasy.
And it's a work night ...
#happiness
#music
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GARDEN OF EXCUSES
Place a fence around the Garden of Excuses for habits
To ward off the strays: dogs, foxes and rabbits
That nibble on our fruited seeds and vegetation
Ruining the livestock of our generation.
Don’t allow the rabbits near the carrots
Nor the little foxes near the parrots!
Shun them away from the garden
‘Lest they ruin the garden without pardon!
Your betrayal has no pardon
As you allowed my heart to harden
I created a comfortable cradle
Never knowing it would be fatal!
...
To ward off the strays: dogs, foxes and rabbits
That nibble on our fruited seeds and vegetation
Ruining the livestock of our generation.
Don’t allow the rabbits near the carrots
Nor the little foxes near the parrots!
Shun them away from the garden
‘Lest they ruin the garden without pardon!
Your betrayal has no pardon
As you allowed my heart to harden
I created a comfortable cradle
Never knowing it would be fatal!
...
#determination
#dreams
#escape
#happiness
#healing
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She Stands Alone, Yet Never Alone
Alone I stand in Miami,
One-bedroom dreams, a downsize from a life I once knew.
Four-bedroom echoes still whisper in my mind,
But here...here, I am free.
The ocean hums my name like it’s always known me,
Like it’s been waiting for me to wake up.
Sunrise kisses the waves like they belong together,
Like they’ve never known separation
And I wonder, is that what I’m learning?
To belong to myself, fully.
To trust that even when I feel alone,
I am exactly where I am meant to be.
Dreams I once scribbled in secret
Became my...
One-bedroom dreams, a downsize from a life I once knew.
Four-bedroom echoes still whisper in my mind,
But here...here, I am free.
The ocean hums my name like it’s always known me,
Like it’s been waiting for me to wake up.
Sunrise kisses the waves like they belong together,
Like they’ve never known separation
And I wonder, is that what I’m learning?
To belong to myself, fully.
To trust that even when I feel alone,
I am exactly where I am meant to be.
Dreams I once scribbled in secret
Became my...
#gratitude
#happiness
#hope
#memories
#SelfReflection
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We as one love
We as one love always and forever as we each change each others life and world. 🌍 For I knew that you were the one that was sent, from above to really brighten up my life and show me that love, does exist in some people's hearts and the minds of those who haven't given up, on finding that special one. For sure it was you and I together as one love, with honesty and truth and trust. FROM the very beginning of our paths crossing, like a shooting star shooting across the distance skies. For sure we both had our share of the make believe stories of lies, and false promises that required...
#determination
#happiness
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeGoals
#PersonalGrowth
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Without love
What is life without love, for is it still call life when we are alone in the dead of the night skies. THAT hangs upon our very words, like the silence of our night tears that seems, to be lost in the very mixture of unforgotten time. ⌚ For sure do we really know what is life without love, but yet we still crave that real feeling of love and affection, and support and understanding. Only to be denied that what we crave due to the point, that we start shifting our own personal thoughts, 🤔 to dive deeper than deep into the process of the way that, we think and believe in our heart...
#childhood
#fatherhood
#happiness
#LifeCycle
#motherhood
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Word Weevils
R'n'b hello!,
Little, Twinkle
Play your cello!
Pretty is your dimple
My bicycle bell jingles
Twinkle, little
If you keep swinging
I'll go on believing
If you will keep swinging
I'll go on trending
Even after we seize being living!
Non-stop! We will go on streaming
This is not fiction
It is called action
Chapter one..
Very cold out here living in this meadow
I cuddled in my pillow
Curtains down shut all the windows
We have...
Little, Twinkle
Play your cello!
Pretty is your dimple
My bicycle bell jingles
Twinkle, little
If you keep swinging
I'll go on believing
If you will keep swinging
I'll go on trending
Even after we seize being living!
Non-stop! We will go on streaming
This is not fiction
It is called action
Chapter one..
Very cold out here living in this meadow
I cuddled in my pillow
Curtains down shut all the windows
We have...
#courage
#happiness
#inspirational
#kindness
#respect
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Midnite's Scent
O Marri’onne, ethereal wraith,
whose name drifts soft upon my brine-kissed lips,
you linger yet in the twilight of my being,
an echo folded into the shroud of the waves.
I, Kai of the abyssal depths, born of the sea’s mournful hymn,
sing now to you, my love, my ruin,
to the memory that binds me still,
to the scent of midnight where you once walked the shores.
Beneath the obsidian dome of a moonless sky,
I dwell, a shade tethered to salt-stung tides.
The sea, my cradle, my captor, whispers your name,
a dirge woven in threads of foam...
whose name drifts soft upon my brine-kissed lips,
you linger yet in the twilight of my being,
an echo folded into the shroud of the waves.
I, Kai of the abyssal depths, born of the sea’s mournful hymn,
sing now to you, my love, my ruin,
to the memory that binds me still,
to the scent of midnight where you once walked the shores.
Beneath the obsidian dome of a moonless sky,
I dwell, a shade tethered to salt-stung tides.
The sea, my cradle, my captor, whispers your name,
a dirge woven in threads of foam...
#admiration
#gratitude
#happiness
#kindness
#love
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Forbidden Thoughts
As I sit at my window watching this winter storm, I am invaded by thoughts of my past and how things could have been. I think of a particular past lover, one who knew my body like it belonged to him. I used to write often of our trists, and naughty sessions. Looking back I'm thankful I never spoke of my feelings and played it cool. The more we met and talked, the more he had me falling for him. I, of course, never let him get even a clue. I didn't want to scare him, and I didn't want it to end.
I can tell you it's true, what they say about a Latino lover. You can't help but to...
I can tell you it's true, what they say about a Latino lover. You can't help but to...
#emotions
#gratitude
#happiness
#respect
#strength
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A Picture in Words
They say a picture’s worth a thousand tales,
But what if the brush in your hand fails?
If canvas stays blank, colors don’t appear,
Yet your mind holds visions, vivid and clear.
With words as your palette, you start to create,
Each phrase a stroke, shaping fate,
You paint with whispers, you draw with sound,
In the listener’s heart, your art is found.
A thousand words, they say, a picture might be,
But what if your words set the soul free?
Each sentence a color, each line a hue,
Crafting a masterpiece, unique...
But what if the brush in your hand fails?
If canvas stays blank, colors don’t appear,
Yet your mind holds visions, vivid and clear.
With words as your palette, you start to create,
Each phrase a stroke, shaping fate,
You paint with whispers, you draw with sound,
In the listener’s heart, your art is found.
A thousand words, they say, a picture might be,
But what if your words set the soul free?
Each sentence a color, each line a hue,
Crafting a masterpiece, unique...
#emotions
#happiness
#love
#passion
#WritingPoetry
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In foster care...
At thirteen, I was in foster care...
out in the country with a kind older couple
named Hank and Ellen who never abused me.
I was fed three times a day! I always finished my plate.
I had a room of my own...first time!
They bought me new clothes that fit me
and they were always clean and smelled outdoorsy.
Did I mention they never abused me?
I could run and play. Stare at clouds. I helped
collect eggs from the chicken coop. I had a kitten named Tiny and I even had a favorite tree!!! Nice!
NO ONE HIT ME OR TOUCHED ME THERE! Nicer! ...
out in the country with a kind older couple
named Hank and Ellen who never abused me.
I was fed three times a day! I always finished my plate.
I had a room of my own...first time!
They bought me new clothes that fit me
and they were always clean and smelled outdoorsy.
Did I mention they never abused me?
I could run and play. Stare at clouds. I helped
collect eggs from the chicken coop. I had a kitten named Tiny and I even had a favorite tree!!! Nice!
NO ONE HIT ME OR TOUCHED ME THERE! Nicer! ...
#happiness
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
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DU Poetry : Long Poems About Happiness