Joy Poems
No Bother
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Betty Botter had a bewitching smile, like the brief, rainbow, sparkling;
And she was barely twelve years old, at the twilight of blue starlings.
She was a ray of gleaming sunshine, to those fortunate to know her,
All giggles and little girl charm, like today, evoking how once we were.
Betty lived in a pretty, quiet town, with her parents and three siblings;
Where redbird everyday had his say, on a street of fine, old dwellings.
Fuchsia dawn was so fresh and forward, eyelashes still fringed in night,
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A Daily Joy To Be Alive
by Jimmy Santiago Baca
No matter how serene things
may be in my life,
how well things are going,
my body and soul
are two cliff peaks
from which a dream of who I can be
falls, and I must learn
to fly again each day,
or die.
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'Tis Good—The Looking Back On Grief
by Emily Dickinson
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'Tis good—the looking back on Grief—
To re-endure a Day—
We thought the Mighty Funeral—
Of All Conceived Joy—
To recollect how Busy Grass
Did meddle—one by one—
Till all the Grief with Summer—waved
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To My Sister
by William Wordsworth
It is the first mild day of March:
Each minute sweeter than before
The redbreast sings from the tall larch
That stands beside our door.
There is a blessing in the air,
Which seems a sense of joy to yield
To the bare trees, and mountains bare,
And grass in the green field.
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Captured Sunshine
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Blooms
yellow
and golden
with streaks of red
savor the warmth spell.
Scents like peaches
trail afar
bliss nears
buds.
No Bother
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Betty Botter had a bewitching smile, like the brief, rainbow, sparkling;
And she was barely twelve years old, at the twilight of blue starlings.
She was a ray of gleaming sunshine, to those fortunate to know her,
All giggles and little girl charm, like today, evoking how once we were.
Betty lived in a pretty, quiet town, with her parents and three siblings;
Where redbird everyday had his say, on a street of fine, old dwellings.
Fuchsia dawn was so fresh and forward, eyelashes still fringed in night,
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Another Shore
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Abstract art reveals the broad, mauve doorway,
To the beautiful world of bold, magical colors,
Of mahogany sunset, with orange, striated display;
Or skewed, vivid homes. Of gem weeping lovers!
The pretty wave of multicolored droplets comes,
And elongated, green flowers wait at sandy shore.
Trees of bicolored blooms, rapturize in two suns.
As ladies walk calico cats. Particolors evermore!
Happy Children
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Mrs. MacArthur was an elderly widow, like moonlight is mourning missing noon;
Or red sunset's vibrant heart is breaking, at saying goodbye to pink, oriole's tune.
Active in the area church was she, and had many friends, visiting in her gardens;
And basking in gold-apricot sun's finest hours, in the presence of purple martins.
A retired, fine school teacher she was, leaving memory on the hearts of children;
Some of which would last a lifetime, like pretty, age old, mountains of vermilion.
Finches in their fine coats of many hues, flew on fair, azure skies of anticipation;
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Captured Sunshine
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Blooms
yellow
and golden
with streaks of red
savor the warmth spell.
Scents like peaches
trail afar
bliss nears
buds.
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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Ella Wheeler Wilcox (51 poems about Joy)
5 November 1850 - 30 October 1919 / Johnstown Center / Rock County / Wisconsin -
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Anne Brontë (33 poems about Joy)
7 January 1820 – 28 May 1849 / Thornton, West Riding of Yorkshire, England -
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James Macpherson (27 poems about Joy)
27 October 1736 – 17 February 1796 / Ruthven, Kingussie, Badenoch, Inverness-Shire, Scotland