Overjoyed Poems

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

His Charisma

His Charisma short poem

I am over joyed at his accepting me as worthy of his Love Oh my heart beat, please stop for a while as I have to reconcile to the fact that I have found my dream Life partner I am

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Thankful

Thankful long poem

They called me a lunatic They told that my ideas were unrealistic They concluded that my opinions were inappropriate They condemned me that I was doomed to hell I knew that I was sane I told myself that my ideas

An Open Letter To A Father (for Jade)

An Open Letter To A Father (for Jade) prose poem

Dear father, Have you seen your daughter lately? You are missing a lot. You have missed a gamut of Her cuteness. I see her daily in my classroom, And she is growing into A wonderful young lady. She is smart.

Lost In The Light

Lost In The Light short poem

I am self destructive. I am corrupted. The thoughts in my head are disruptive. My heart is in void. I was toyed and destroyed. This love was overjoyed. You left me torn. The only thing you left for me to

Be Calm Be Quiet

Be Calm Be Quiet short poem

I came home happy, very delight and much overjoyed, With true hopes that might come true but before shattered. For one I was so excited but I went on path God led, My dreams were like clothes when dried in

And She Was Lost..

And She Was Lost.. short poem

She did know what she felt in a moment She was overjoyed and heartsick at the same time She would never tell how she perceived She would stay quiet, calm and decided to keep it to herself She had lost

Parting Away

Parting Away short poem

I could see him leave, leaving me alone. I weep and cry, not showing it at all. I think about him, every minute, every second, every moment. Where is he now? I wonder… Has he found someone better, than me?

If I Were A Book

If I Were A Book short poem

If I were a Book, On the shelf, I would be overjoyed to meet new people everyday. Some would flip through, Some would read through. The fact that I would enter a reader’s mind, brings thrills. The thought that one

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Drifting

Drifting short poem

Do you ever feel like your drifting alone in an empty place not really moving towards any goal or any place. It pulls on your soul and is always on your mind it prevents you from moving forward and slowly

Dying Beautifully

Dying Beautifully short poem

I stay connected out of the body, with fireworks, to widen the relativity, to read the language of fear. Death of a tree was mourned by leaves in shadow. The dew lies awake crying. The town was disappearing without a

Living On The Other Side Of The World

Living On The Other Side Of The World short poem

Have you met that little girl? That little girl who lives on the dark side of the world. That little girl who has not eaten for days. That little girl who doesn’t a have place to call home. I am

Time To Depart

Time To Depart long poem

Routine activities seldom add pages to the life’s file while human sentimental values take back stage When my daughter decided to re-settle abroad I felt happy for her taking the path of prosperity As the D-day of her departure neared

White House

White House short poem

It was a rape of a city. Go ahead. I still speak the old phrases with back pain. And let fly the silence in beautiful emptiness of a swollen heart. On pain of anonymity I wanted to clear my name

What A Dish Is A Man!

What A Dish Is A Man! short poem

Take fifty quarts of water (no mention of beer), three pounds of calcium (well that’s what I hear). Four ounces of sugar – that’s sweet enough 24 pounds of carbon – an estimate, rough. Season with salt: two ounces will

The Poet And The King

The Poet And The King short poem

There once was a King, who lived in a castle, in a Kingdom of his own. He had everything, royalty could bring, except; he was alone. Since love wasn’t there, his castle was bare, just a building made out of

Our Last Chance

Our Last Chance short poem

Fortunately, it’s still reminiscent, that night, of shimmering moonlight, stars so bright, The strums of a guitar creating music divine, While we hummed as one and had some wine It brings alive pleasant memories of yore Fresh and redolent, enticing

The Pressing Redux

The Pressing Redux long poem

“HMS Trincomalee, a British Corvette, sixth rate warship of 28 guns, Five hundred gross tons was she. The King’s Pressman am I, handling a pressgang of five, My firm service of country and King. Her ships bell marking time; bosun

Cloud

Cloud short poem

Clear Blue sky is Beauty Clear night sky is romantic Sunny day brightens the mind Full moon day enthrals the Eye Scorching Sun swets body and mind Dark night bring fear to mind and soul Summer heat and swet make

Season’s Change

Season’s Change short poem

When the debate between temple versus state was heating up, death was passing through a green field. A nervous embrace of solatium was unstable. A heap of flip-flops could not hold steady, little poems fluttering in the heart. Was it

The ghost train

The ghost train short poem

On the train that rides alone along this track of skin and bone, find locations to us unknown – the Ghost Train comes. Sitting, staring, watching paths of lives unfolding, to me just laughs – the Ghost Train comes. Darker

Train of Conscience

Train of Conscience short poem

My conscience , it travels through the sky , to the music of life. Where dolphins swim in the sands of time, My risk floats, my desires fly high , as I sit on the clouds of my dreams, and

My Loving Partner

My Loving Partner short poem

When I bid Farewell My eyes were not wet, My cheeks were not red, And my lips were not trembled- But my heart was broken. I was shattered like anything. You are going away for ever. We will never meet

Undeserving Love

Undeserving Love short poem

shed not tears in my memory and burn not thyself thinking about me but burn me away from your heart Think the bygone days spent with me as mere sweet dream and nothing else I could not reach my destination

Come to me – ever known..

Come to me   ever known.. short poem

Come to me softly, whispering my name among leaves, along streams, flowing, flowing, singing with great tenderness, oh! if only you would call for me softly, softly, from the moon, from the foam of the sea, from the palm of

Freedom

Freedom short poem

Never sell your freedom.. Freedom does not have price… It is necessary as you breath.. It has no worth in return.. It is the charm of life.. It is the smile of eyes.. It is the voice of your inner

Concerned

Concerned short poem

Mosquito jazz! Begun, it has. Would you pass on please, the frightening disease. Apologies given as favors. Edible insects in delicious flavors. Counting sheep, they are black as coal. Counting crows, they are white as snow. Let’s make a fortune;

Life

Life short poem

Sorrow & comfort, Opposite extremes. Wisdom invites each soul to those scenes. Terms of life are never all kind, riddled with strife, leave achieves behind. Highest expressions Can make one so tall, But unbridled grief will cause one to fall.

Step By Step

Step By Step short poem

In this life, sometimes we face, Steps we have to take, that brings disgrace. Those around you, will point and judge, But if those steps for you, are good, I say, do not budge. For what steps we take, that

I Will Write a Poem

I Will Write a Poem short poem

I will write a poem, Of you and me … Someday, I promise. I will write how we met; On a rainy night. I will write a poem, about how you held me – as the lightning struck And, I

Two Little Frogs (part 1).

Two Little Frogs (part 1). short poem

Just after brunch two little frogs climbed up a tree onto a leafless branch to view what they could see They saw the sky in azure blue Clouds dotted here and there They saw the river running though they didn’t

Ziplocked

Ziplocked short poem

Fear grips a family of words. You are going to where you do not want to go. I remain worried about the unknown. The inevitable was flowering on dead palms. Would you exhume the past to find out, what the

Unknown Journey

Unknown Journey short poem

Oh traveller , beware you are moving in darkness light your mind’s light to tread along the path You be aware that you encounter mostly darkness in your life’s journey, the fear of going astray is sure to engulf your

Death And Vision

Death And Vision short poem

The doubters will cross the coals after the raid. Apology will not be in attendance. Sitting on the throne of cold blooded assassination, do you think justice demands the revenge? Whom you are killing, the body or the spirit? Heads

Democracy

Democracy short poem

To slice a hope in stark terror he thought to bid holy goodbye to destiny, and let himself go in the shadow of weeping deads. The orange moon looked mutilated. Quietly stood a suicide bomber, ready to get killed for

India And I

India And I long poem

I come from a country called India The women here are known for the Bindiya Here there’s lot do with name Khan And the yummy banarasi Paan the land of Bollywood where rice is the staple food Ever increasing rate

Sky Is The Limit

Sky Is The Limit prose poem

We have heard many say Sky is the limit What is this Sky about For doing so many things Helping the needy Achieving a goal Setting great targets To become “somebody” To scale a mountain To cross a big river

The Ballad Of The Cosmic Caterpillar

The Ballad Of The Cosmic Caterpillar ballad

Carlton the caterpillar loved to explore the branches of the trees, way up high, his days full of joy but like many a boy he dreamed of the clouds in the sky. But unlike his friends, his dreams knew no

Find Happiness

Find Happiness short poem

Find happiness in nature, in the beauty of mountains and scenic stature, in the serenity of the sea, in the rustle of the tree! Find happiness in friendship, in the fun of doing silly things, in crazy partnership. Find happiness

Drowning

Drowning short poem

Some days, I drown like a piece of paper to the bottom of the valley that has stains of my fear. Some days are harder than the rest and floating becomes my only quest, brewing has no reason and I