Happiness Poems
Midnight Blooms
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I was a very enthusiastic gardener, who loved being surrounded by beauty,
Like the songbirds that visit cherry trees, with a taste for something fruity.
I adored the familiar blooms, but held a fascinated interest in the unusual,
And I engaged in interesting conversations, about each exotic rare jewel.
My emerald garden was a large one, and it was almost completely sunny,
Like pearly smiles that come so easily, whenever something seems funny.
My job allowed me to work from my home, and this granted flexible hours,
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On Raglan Road
by Patrick Kavanagh
On Raglan Road on an autumn day I met her first and knew
That her dark hair would weave a snare that I might one day rue;
I saw the danger, yet I walked along the enchanted way,
And I said, let grief be a fallen leaf at the dawning of the day.
On Grafton Street in November we tripped lightly along the ledge
Of the deep ravine where can be seen the worth of passion's pledge,
The Queen of Hearts still making tarts and I not making hay -
O I loved too much and by such and such is happiness thrown away.
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My Garret
by Robert William Service
Here is my Garret up five flights of stairs;
Here's where I deal in dreams and ply in fancies,
Here is the wonder-shop of all my wares,
My sounding sonnets and my red romances.
Here's where I challenge Fate and ring my rhymes,
And grope at glory -- aye, and starve at times.
Here is my Stronghold: stout of heart am I,
Greeting each dawn as songful as a linnet;
And when at night on yon poor bed I lie
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Distressful Homonyms
by Vikram Seth
Since for me now you have no warmth to spare
I sense I must adopt a sane and spare
Philosophy to ease a restless state
Fuelled by this uncaring. It will state
A very meagre truth: love like the rest
Of our emotions, sometimes needs a rest.
Happiness, too, no doubt; and so, why even
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Duino Elegies: The Tenth Elegy
by Rainer Maria Rilke
That some day, emerging at last from the terrifying vision
I may burst into jubilant praise to assenting angels!
That of the clear-struck keys of the heart not one may fail
to sound because of a loose, doubtful or broken string!
That my streaming countenance may make me more resplendent
That my humble weeping change into blossoms.
Oh, how will you then, nights of suffering, be remembered
with love. Why did I not kneel more fervently, disconsolate
sisters, more bendingly kneel to receive you, more loosely
surrender myself to your loosened hair? We, squanderers of
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Midnight Blooms
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I was a very enthusiastic gardener, who loved being surrounded by beauty,
Like the songbirds that visit cherry trees, with a taste for something fruity.
I adored the familiar blooms, but held a fascinated interest in the unusual,
And I engaged in interesting conversations, about each exotic rare jewel.
My emerald garden was a large one, and it was almost completely sunny,
Like pearly smiles that come so easily, whenever something seems funny.
My job allowed me to work from my home, and this granted flexible hours,
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Lavish Lilacs
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Deep purple passion, green garden glory, with a scent remarkably rich,
Like the haunting, full October moon, that hardly ever fails to bewitch!
Lilac lovely, violet and voluptuous, in gilt daytime, and evening's ease,
When soon cosmic skies are colored, like rubies, cardinals and cherries.
Admired like amethysts, or glistening grapes, or plump, plentiful plums,
Or like beauty marching down every lane, to a beating of festal drums!
Lilac like lavender, spreading redolent secrets, over scenic, sunlit miles,
Until sangria nights of fuchsia fervor, and fiery, shooting star projectiles.
The 10 Commandments of Detached Attachment
by airatmaninravi AiR
'How I wish I was free from attachments’
So often we hear people cry
To possessions and people, they cling to everything
And are miserable till they die
Nothing is ours, this truth don't we know?
We come with nothing and with nothing we go
Still out of ignorance we get attached
We foolishly think it is real, not a show
If we want to be happy, we must learn to let go
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The Golden Hours
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
sitting on the porch
surrounded by sun and blooms
watching life go by
lemonade and song
a concert in azure skies
the daily reprise
it's a perfect hour
as honeybees quest for gold
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Your Happiness Is Fire
by K B
When I'm with you
Your happiness is catching
Getting caught on my skin
spreading through me like wildfire
All over me
And into me
Deep into my soul
Until my heart is ablaze
A fire with everlasting radiant warmth
