nothing
Sometimes yes it is hard to deal
With things you have
Absolutely no control Over But
It will get over Nothing lasts forever
Nor us
Nor happiness
Nor pain
Poems on the topic: happiness
Poems on the topic “happiness” on Poets.by.
HAPPINESS:
Give me forever for a while
Give me happiness
At least give me a smile
And take away my bitterness
I found you at midnight
Only with a telescope
My mind blown with hope
Enlightened by your light
Explanations and Expectations fade away
Taken by Transformation and Sensation
realisation
I am both the happiest and saddest person you will ever meet.
Happy Days
There was a time when I was happy.
Although it happened only once,
T'was enough.
Never shall I forget
I was innocent till then
Gone are the happy days
He's not to blame, obviously.
Thanks brain.
* * *
you made me feel
ten thousand emotions
through one text
I hope you're happy.
* * *
and in the end
none of us achieve happiness
we just become content.
* * *
I like being happy
Its the total opposite
Of what I was with you
* * *
and for once in my life
I decided I deserve to be happy
and you aren't going to weigh me down.
Thanksgiving Day Montreal 1
I could do handstands
I’m so happy to be near you.
I’d hate to
.... couldn’t cope with
a broken arm
if the handstand botched.
Fifty-Eight
Why, then,
was I troubled
when you talked
of happiness?
Was it because
the chrysanthemums
eavesdropped?
Avenue in October
The deities of dream
Take their afternoon stroll down this street
Leading to the sea.
This avenue is neither
Broad nor beautiful,
But the African-born wind rises
And leaves something here
Akin to the warm
And domestic happiness
Of those who don’t ask why.
The clouds sketch
The outline of the travelers
Who discover the waves and pray
For their dead children,
Or for the ones that never arrived,
Like this treeless street
On the Sussex Downs
Over the downs there were birds flying,
Far off glittered the sea,
And toward the north the weald of Sussex
Lay like a kingdom under me.
I was happier than the larks
That nest on the downs and sing to the sky,
Over the downs the birds flying
Were not so happy as I.
It was not you, though you were near,
Though you were good to hear and see,
It was not earth, it was not heaven
It was myself that sang in me.
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