#happy poems

[itsbeyourselfuniverse]

My name means beautiful flower. Which means you should gawk at me like they do the Eiffel Tower. My name means beautiful flower but please, love don't take my body to devour. My name means beautiful flower, so when you give me love make it a shower. My name means beautiful flower, yes I'm delicate but I have power. My name means beautiful flower so indulge me and stay another hour. My name means beautiful flower so when you leave I shouldn't cower. My name means beautiful flower so I'm hoping my words empower. My name means beautiful flower therefore I know life isn't sour. My name means beautiful flower so I hope when they talk about me all they'll say is just allow her.

[mxmorbidmidnight]

An original poem about whimsical nonhuman activities.

[e-ski-mo]

The Day is Coming!

The day is coming!

The day that I have been awaiting for years now

The day I dreamt about a million times now

The day that I couldn't believe I would really live to see

The day I never in my wildest imaginations thought would happen to someone like me

The day I finally get to be myself

The day I will be free

The day that once looked so far away but now is closer than ever

The day that I can finally look at , just not in my imagination

The day when I can finally see myself happier

The day that only I will be responsible for myself and everything that I do

The day where I will not be reminded of the things that hurt me over and over

The day no one will tell me what to do

The day no one will ask me where I was or where I have been

The day I will not have to do every single thing at home and still get to hear 'Oh! you didn't do anything'

The day I'll eat when I want to eat and what I want to eat

The day I will not be woken up by anyone screaming at me

The day i won't ever have to deal with someone else's frustration

The day I so longed for

The day I really wished for

The day I will be allowed to express myself

The day I don't stress about

The day I'll not have to hide things so someone will not throw them away anymore

The day that I can't stop writing this poem about

The day of me moving out of my parents' place, once and for all

The day is coming!

- E

P.S. : I want to live through these days and see that day. Hence I ought to be extra cautious not to let that day go beyond my reach ever again.

[divyawritespoems]

I felt the ocean

I thought I was chaotic until I heard the howls of the ocean and felt the coldness of the sand through my feet.

I stood on a beach and felt the sand for the first time. It felt unreal!

The water took away all my worries and brought back some new memories that I thought I would never make. It took away the pain ten feet away and brought me smiles from its eternity. I felt the softness of its waves up to my knees and I saw I didn't run away from its wildness. It took a whole of the sun to glitter one-fourth of its surface and the rest was underneath the cosy clouds. Still, it didn't rain over me, I could still feel the warmth I was missing out on, even though I was standing far away from it. The boats floating distantly seemed to collect all of the terror and negatives to drown deep down in a cyclone that left my body and entered the vast ocean.

I could feel it wasn't pulling me inside and pushing me away on the shore instead. It took a whole of 70% of my body weight to stabilize with its turbulence. I realized how much of a negative I was holding in until I released it finally.

I felt alive, I felt strong, I felt calm and, I felt happy.

I stood in the ocean for the first time.

It was me and August 17 of the year 2023, just to remind the future me that a happy soul was writing this...

-Divya

[marojiyam]

"pressing on" (07/07/23)

my deaths have been momentous occasions

like hurricanes to an ocean

like birds to rain

I came out of an uncanny so bleak,

my body fused with its black & became bound by the ghouls found within it.

I no longer weep during my passings

as I have been made sword of, more times than I have been made person

& I have seen red more times than I have seen sky.

tell me, what use are tears to a knight?

in battle where bloodshed is inevitable,

& in life where suffering is as ritual as the dance between sun & moon.

I take my killings head first

& grin - starry eyed - as I hug the thorns,

which prick at my shell & tear at my performance

(The truth is)

I leave flowers at my tombstones while

sinning on wine & skipping circles on the dirt that holds my carcass

and I piss on my obituaries while setting ablaze to my zombie & the cemetery in which they grew from

because

what is left is as real as an infants first smile

because

swords do not come without the labour of muscle & sweat

(for this current me)

has only been able to take root through the dying it has done

and these petals were made through the kindness of other flowers’ passing over,

and our existence can only be attributed to the bursting of stars galaxies away.

who am I to quiver at death?

or to deny the mothering that she has done

as if she is wicked

or master of witchery

or Satan herself

instead

I thank her

for the life she has left me with

marojiyam

[hestiathefireflame]

Disco balls

I want to be a disco ball,

Shining like a star and

Making everyone dance.

-𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚙𝚘𝚎𝚝.

[scavenger-nightly]

I’m not religious but I’ll chant her name over and over again like a prayer or a hymn. In a funny way tho

[jolieslittleheart]

home isn’t one place

home is so many places

it’s the place i can breathe

the place i find mom and dad

the place my friends are closer than friends

the place i’ve cried the most

the place i’ve laughed the most

the place where my bed is, where i go back each night

the place i know better than the back of my hand

the place i can find my people

the place i feel safe

home is the place where i can find you, whoever you are, who will hold me tight and tell me it’s okay

[boxoflives]

our last summer on the river

The air smelled sweet, of growing green

And flowers bloomed, their beauty serene

Birds chirped, as if on cue

As we dived into waters blue

The water ran with ease and grace,

A world so still and full of place.

As we grew up, we came of age,

Our path ahead, a turning page.

Our hearts would race with each new thought,

The tides of life we'd brave and sought.

And as we witnessed the river flow,

We found ourselves with more to know.

Through twists and turns, our stories formed,

A tale of love and life adorned.

As dreams took shape and hearts were won,

The summer's light had just begun.

On that river's edge, we found our way,

Our lives transformed with each new day.

And though we'd soon be far apart,

The memories etched within our heart.

Our summer days, we'll treasure long,

For in its embrace, we grew strong,

And as we bid farewell to our youth,

We'll always know, our bond is the truth.

[pixieplush17]

From the Notebook- A Good Day

A dark corner and two wristfuls of bracelets

A good outfit and a wind from the east

New hair, good shoes, good day

Good day to you, and you, and you!

I hope my smile finds you well

The air is crisp and cold as it runs through my hair

Life is a walk down my street

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After the longest hiatus ever and serious writers slump, I'M BACK!!! With even more (and hopefully more consistent) poems!!!!

[insightfulcorner]

I fall for every beautiful stranger,

For the bitter sips of mystery and danger,

For the bursts of life and energy,

For all that’s peculiar and free.

I follow the lights of the shining stars,

And the great ones I see from afar,

Those who die without ever having a name,

But their greatness remains forever the same.

I love the little things in this life,

I seek both joy and painful strife.

My feet are on the ground but my head up above,

As I pursue the little things I love

[mellpoint]

Dear Daughter: You are everything I am and more. You have my smile and my fierceness. You are bright and secure. You are a beautiful flower that will never stop blooming. You are the best parts of me and all that I love.

Dear Son: You are everything I am not. You are strong and a leader. Born to move mountains. You are the light in dark nights and the wind in a hot desert. You are the power to change the world with just the sound of your voice and you have my eyes and how they look at the world.

Dear Children: You are the light in my life. You are the spark in my fire. You are the reason for waking up and fighting every day. You are my loves and my lives. For I love you both the same and no one could intervene in that connection.

-M

[pastturnedwriting]

Porch Sit

On a small porch in the backyard

Sits a lone dog waiting for me at the door

Wanting to sit and watch the world go by

Even though there's not much to see

Just a bit of the road and the neighbor's house

But he loves it none the less

Sitting with me and cuddling up

Ready to stay until night falls

~Soul

[boomerwrites]

A smile on my face I go about my day. "You're too nice" is what I hear everyone say. I know that they're right I'm as nice as they come. I will be the warrior fighting for someones good name, i'll run in with no armour, no experience, no sword, to prove I would do what it takes to make sure they're okay, with no worries about how many times I get hit by their own blade. With scars on my body, blood dripping down my face I'll smile and say "they're just having a bad day."

My blood will shed for everyone I meet, making sure they're great before taking care of me. Like a mother bird chews up food for her babies, I get a taste of the good before giving it away, then look in the mirror and say I'll be okay.

"No" isn't a word my vocabulary likes, it burns my mouth with a bad taste as it comes out because why should they like me if I can't like myself? So I will give and I'll give till I am all out of breath lying on the floor beaten, heart barely pounding in my chest.

I'll still have that smile though because I know I gave it my all for everyone to know I would never let them fall. I'd probably use my last breath to laugh because they were right. There are many instances I am in fact a little too nice.

[just-void64]

Think until you can recognize beauty in everything.

Even small things.

A cool leaf in the wind.

The way light reflects off your countertops.

The sound of bugs singing in the night.

Or cars growling on the roads.

Then, you will fully appreciate things that are truly, wholly beautiful.

You will be able to drown in a song,

soak up a view,

or breathe with a person,

and cry saltless tears on a burning smile.

[marojiyam]

"untitled 2" 05/08/23

I RAN as fast as I could slipping and sliding hickering and jiving

I cheetah so I'm a runner I'm a ranner so I run I'm breathing so I'm born and I'm teething till I'm corn till I'm dirt till I'm hurt I'm biting into flesh bringing oxygen to soul cutting corners round death

I'm alive! I'm alive! I am running. I am singing songs of orange and hymns of tide I beat like ocean by mountain side, crashed, grace filled - veins bulging

I am mountain tonight!

I ran I ran I am running! the way the wind goes with all that's here I could never be lone

held by rays & callings of love touched by heaven journeying home, like nest to dove

marojiyam