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Popular Joy Poems

Light

by Rabindranath Tagore

Light, my light, the world-filling light,
the eye-kissing light,
heart-sweetening light!

Ah, the light dances, my darling, at the center of my life;
the light strikes, my darling, the chords of my love;
the sky opens, the wind runs wild, laughter passes over the earth.

The butterflies spread their sails on the sea of light.
Lilies and jasmines surge up on the crest of the waves of light.

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Phenomenal Woman

by Maya Angelou

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman

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Courage

by Robert William Service

Today I opened wide my eyes,
And stared with wonder and surprise,
To see beneath November skies
An apple blossom peer;
Upon a branch as bleak as night
It gleamed exultant on my sight,
A fairy beacon burning bright
Of hope and cheer.

'Alas! ' said I, 'poor foolish thing,

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Poem In October

by Dylan Thomas

It was my thirtieth year to heaven
Woke to my hearing from harbour and neighbour wood
And the mussel pooled and the heron
Priested shore
The morning beckon
With water praying and call of seagull and rook
And the knock of sailing boats on the net webbed wall
Myself to set foot
That second
In the still sleeping town and set forth.

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The Schoolboy

by William Blake

I love to rise in a summer morn
When the birds sing on every tree;
The distant huntsman winds his horn,
And the skylark sings with me.
O! what sweet company!

But to go to school on a summer morn,
O! it drives all joy away;
Under a cruel eye outworn,
The little ones spend the day

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Recent Joy Poems

Mellow Paradise

by Margaret Chekh

Beneath the rays of the unmerciful sun
July sang its old drowsy tune,
Even the birds made no move to shun,
As they stood mesmerized by the croon.

In that hush of a golden disc,
I surrendered to stillness of grove;
Only thoughts were not silent and brisk,
Aching bitterly, longing to prove

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Chanting Spring

by Evelyn Judy Buehler

Sweet snowdrop bells ring!
The violets are coming
Days are chanting spring.
Crimson camelias call
from dreams near the garden wall.

Gold sun fields await
rich tulips of tomorrow!
Lily's never late.
Then pansies' pink faces greet

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The Gift

by Kevin Schroeder

The Gift

I woke—what a gift, this breath, this day,
The light, the dark, all come to stay.
Each moment, a thread in a tapestry spun,
Of sorrow and joy, of many and one.

Grief taught me how another might ache,
And in that knowing, a bond can wake.
For pain is a door, and love is the key—

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Ramblin' Rouge

by Evelyn Judy Buehler

The charming Miss Lola dwelt in the small town, at the edge of Red River,
With only her goose, 'Rouge.' She was named after her spot of wet vigor.

Rouge was the darling of Miss Lola, like precious spring, coming to visit;
And was forever roaming from river to house, like golden stars, in orbit.

Rouge frequented every room, as if aware that it was her dwelling, too;
Like the blue hours of glittering sun, when purple butterflies follow you.

Famished friends came to dinner, and ofttimes elderly neighbor, Franklin;

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