Poems About: JOY

In this page, poems on / about “joy” are listed.

  • 325.
    the Gray Season

    Trees shed,
    Ostensible hairs,
    Actual tears,
    This season, read more »

    D.P. Lukich
  • 326.
    My Soul

    Tears flow from my eyes
    Words are useless now
    No more smiles
    No more joy read more »

    Frank Caldone
  • 327.
    The Valley

    At times, pain can overcome joy
    There's really nothing to be done
    Except to sit through the darkness
    And to wait for the rising sun read more »

    Danny Speicher
  • 328.
    Unimaginable Light

    Imagine the generation of darkness,
    imagine the view of light,
    imagine the joy that overflows the eyes that beholds brightness,
    Darkness cannot comprehend the beauty and role of such imagination, read more »

    Jackson Nyoho
  • 329.
    Love in my heart & joy in my sole.

    Today is the day
    A brand new day
    With love in my heart
    Joy in my sole read more »

    mariam khan Farah Abdulahi
  • 330.
    The art of creation, a higher pleasure

    To read a story, to listen a song,
    To stare at an art are the source of joy.
    To write a story, to compose a song,
    To carve an art are the peaks of joy joy. read more »

    Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.
  • 331.
    Two Ways of Life

    I don't know how to take this life
    Take is very serious or as a joke
    Make it just a fun or a strife read more »

    Naeem Jakhar
  • 332.
    Love and Tragedy

    Yes, I have loved with love
    that was more than love
    more than love,
    Drove myself mad with this love read more »

    Andy Greenwald
  • 333.
    Introit : VIII. The Golden Joy

    What has the poet but a glorious phrase
    And the heart's wisdom? -- Oh, a Joy of gold!
    A Joy to mint and squander on the Kind,-- read more »

    Thomas MacDonagh
  • 334.
    From Blossoms

    From blossoms comes
    this brown paper bag of peaches
    we bought from the joy
    at the bend in the road where we turned toward read more »

    Li-Young Lee
  • 335.
    Sadness and Joy

    I pray you, Sadness, leave me soon,
    In sweet invention thou art poor!
    Thy sister, Joy can make ten songs
    While thou art making four. read more »

    William Henry Davies
  • 336.
    The Best Friend

    Now shall I walk
    Or shall I ride?
    "Ride", Pleasure said;
    "Walk", Joy replied. read more »

    William Henry Davies
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