Happpiness Poems

Happpiness poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of happpiness poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on happpiness are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

Road Ahead…

Road Ahead... short poem

Road ahead of us Cannot be assessed Mind of a woman Cannot be gauged Length of a Tunnel Cannot be measured Sayings of a Sage Cannot be understood The time when Earth Bounces Cannot be figured out While such is

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All Is Well, Says My Heart

All Is Well, Says My Heart short poem

Occasion was college annual function When you sang a sweet love song That touched the bottom of my heart My eyes wished to quench its thirst By plunging into depth of your heart But no favor from destiny My heart

The Socratic Existence

The Socratic Existence short poem

The evening wind tapped me on the shoulder gently and said: “Clouds will talk to you now” I turned around, looked up at the sky and drops filled my eyes. Daily I was drinking hemlock to understand my ignorance of

Beautiful Eyes

Beautiful Eyes long poem

Beautiful eyes Imagine falling in love with someone you have never seen. Would you give your heart away to a mystery? What if you could fall head over heels, do you think you would try? Or would you run away

The Loving Cobra

The Loving Cobra ode

The love scene of a cobra, I saw, It kisses all over the body of its Love-hit snake -girl, very carefully, Keeps close its mouth, not to Wound her, keeping its teeth in, Shut closed its venomous flows. The word

How Do I?

How Do I? ode

I see you dressed in green So vibrant and so lovely Fresh as an unfolding spring How do I touch your heart? I see you dressed in turquoise Strutting like a peacock So stately and proud How do I break

The Walls

The Walls short poem

A green smoke was rising to ferret out the elusive pain without body. I went in search of fidgety words to patch up the conflicts of flesh. Bold as Passiflora, Crucifixion was complete. Today a gift of obeyance will arrive.

How Could Things Have Turned Out Different?

How Could Things Have Turned Out Different? prose poem

How far back do you wish to go? Could the universe have failed to Big Bang? Could the galaxies have all failed to form? Could the sun have failed to be born? Could the moon have been to small? Or,

My Innocent Dove

My Innocent Dove ode

She came to visit me from America, Everybody shouted, she is my replica. She is very pretty, white and pink, She wore her jacket, made of mink. My little lady always looked very busy, Serving tea with her beautiful tea-cosy.

Paradise On Earth!

Paradise On Earth! short poem

The Sun shines as gold, down the west Full moon is on the move, to rise in the east When one gets to set, The other begins to get Birds are settling, into the nest Courteous caress of the breeze,

Flaws

Flaws short poem

I told her that I have my flaws and you do too but every morning my first thought is you. We’ve seen many storms and got through them together. No matter if I caused them or you did we always

Union With Infatuation

Union With Infatuation prose poem

Union with infatuation The very night is colorful in sweet company If contact would be, very grave, heart rejoices its fancy Now those eyes are composed and look drowsy The morning is restless for union is at climax This is

Unfelt

Unfelt short poem

Centre of the belly is the core, core of my life. vividly, vibrantly, courageously lashing out at all the fine points. Ripping through veins and scattering through wounds. slithering to clear. splurging out, splurging, splashing, splashing, splashing mess, mesh covered.

The Jealous Of A Water’s Love

The Jealous Of A Water’s Love prose poem

So colorless and filled with multiple colors So weak and venerable; but powerful and strong Harmless and friendly; yet dangerous in adversity It comes in drops but falls in torrent It rolls in drips; yet like an avalanche it rushes

Cycle

Cycle elegy

I opened my eyes upon the world My tiny fingers were tightly curled My eyes saw the brightness and quickly closed Sounds all around me filled my ears unopposed I opened my mouth and let out a cry As hands

Beauty

Beauty short poem

Lost in the world of fragrance I open my eyes and here i found myself in the garden Oh that’s the beauty of flowers in the garden. Lost in the world of happiness I open my eyes and here i

Torturous Spring

Torturous Spring short poem

You show your face, then run away, letting the cold win for another day, Reminding us of better times, of daffodils and starting vines, Teasing us with hopes of summer, knowing it could be an English bummer, I went out

Father To Son

Father To Son short poem

I touch your cheek I’m surprised, it’s cold I reach for your hand I need it to hold I look into eyes That once gleamed and sparkled As we loved and laughed And wrestled and tickled The eyes are now

Remember

Remember short poem

As my happy thoughts of past days suddenly appear, They seem to grow sad as they become clear. I recall my memories as a cheer, But now they seem to fog up like a tear. I want to go back,

Mirror Ravaged

Mirror Ravaged short poem

I was deeply annoyed. One by one they were falling, walking in quagmire. For duplicating rights? Dead pelicans, pouch empty. Somebody was picking ants from the air. Give me some cold pack, my head is throbbing hot, I am burning.

Gender Equality

Gender Equality short poem

I was scrolling through the comments of a YouTube video yesterday, when, A random insult thrown at the YouTuber caught my attention – Aimed at him, was the proverbial swear word, not so subtly cloaked in the sheath called “woman”,

He

He short poem

Walked into the sun, He. With weak flesh. A storm was raging on burning sands. In hollow of his knees gravel was hitting hard. He moved inwards in trance Visionary, homeless, life in open was blessing. A huge crowd followed

You

You short poem

What if I told you I think you’re perfect Beautiful forests in your eyes When I look at them I see where my dream hides And I have been hanging on every word you said to me I want to

Night Terror

Night Terror prose poem

The sky is deep and murky green, The white sun sinking over the horizon, Extended by junk and litter. This is the oxymoronic haven. A carnival of despair Filled with torturous laughter Distorted, slow, hurdy-gurdy whistles, And tinkling, unsettling music-boxes.

Here lies my hope

Here lies my hope short poem

Here Lies My Hope Where the dark turns to light Light turns to morning Morning turns to day Day turns to dusk Dusk turns to evening Here lies my hope Where man loves to live Live to be of good

Catalyst

Catalyst short poem

If not for that pitcher of ugly beer, We’d never have been in love. You for once would never have Made sense of my drunken chatter. Nor I found your stubble anything to Die for, considering how they prick My

Taunting Life

Taunting Life short poem

Oh my dear Life why do you change your colour so often ? Why do you ware the mask as often ? You shower once in a while a Little of happiness You rain Bountiful of sorrow most of the

Your Eyes…

Your Eyes... sonnet poems short poem

Your eyes on me! Yeah! That’s what I see.. It was way back when we were kids, that you fell in love with me; I was dancing away with my girlfriend, the music just seemed, to never end.. And then I

The Path You Choose

The Path You Choose short poem

But life isn’t perfect dude, At times, it hits hard on you. Because this roller coaster is crooked AF, And a ride of this kind you just can’t envisage! Nath less, you are the sailor of this very ship, And

December 1st 1957

December 1st 1957 prose poem

alternate title: debut of Amelie Beth Harris – McGeehan First borne progeny to the late Harriet and current octogenarian widower Boyce Harris her birth delivered more than the sum total of a healthy baby girl, she gurgled with contentment as

Three For Three

Three For Three short poem

off you go head held high bootstraps up eye to eye be yourself trudge along earn your keep hum a song listen close hit and miss you’re so cute gimme a kiss make them laugh hedge your bet yes you

Garden

Garden long poem

Sometimes we hide If you ask us where We go It is likely we will tell you In the summer it is a garden of hope It is a garden of blossoms It is a garden of light It is

Home

Home short poem

I know you not by colour of your skin shape of your face feel of your flesh our souls have made homes in one another across passages hidden from space older than time we meet and find harbourage

Dot The I

Dot The I short poem

It is your birthday. I wish you well. In my humble soul you will always dwell. I dried my memories, I answered my ”why” With my silence I dot the i. What is a birthday? Joy or a tear? A

From A Mother To Her Queens Of Hearts

From A Mother To Her Queens Of Hearts short poem

I didn’t know the meaning of life, For many many years. The sun rose and the routine began, Waking you, getting you ready, plaiting and ribboning, Packing tiffins, and putting you in a waiting bus. The hours that followed were

Purgatory

Purgatory short poem

I live in purgatory for my insignificant sins I could not have lived in this world without bondage and bindings This will last another lifetime it will seem but end within its own meanings Sometimes I think that purgatory is

The Tightrope And The Cage

The Tightrope And The Cage short poem

The words tumble within my head over and over and over and under one another they fight and reach; their footing, fate held in my hand; poised, tense in the world created by my pen I leave the safety of

Fragrance Of Love

Fragrance Of Love short poem

I will encounter all barriers I will cross all the horizons I don’t require any carriers For taking fire from the sun Love is that force which enforces All the time it reinforces When your lips just endorse Then opens

Flesh Against Spirit

Flesh Against Spirit short poem

This war between your flesh and spirit, When it begins you can really feel it. For your flesh wants to do the things that are wrong, But your spirit wants you to sing a victory song! Then you get caught

This is not a season of the expected

This is not a season of the expected prose poem

Those aerodynamic seconds when Tarzan catapults between climbers through wild greens A nose sprouted on my scalp steers my body into wheels of motion as the doormat whisked from under, flutters Into a maze of colour then of frolic and