Top 100 Poems About: HAPPINESS

In this page, poems on / about “happiness” are listed.
  • 1.
    'Tis So Much Joy!


    'Tis so much joy! 'Tis so much joy!
    If I should fail, what poverty! read more »

    Emily Dickinson
  • 2.

    There's just no accounting for happiness,
    or the way it turns up like a prodigal
    who comes back to the dust at your feet
    having squandered a fortune far away. read more »

    Jane Kenyon
  • 3.
    Thyrsis A Monody

    How changed is here each spot man makes or fills!
    In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same;
    The village street its haunted mansion lacks,
    And from the sign is gone Sibylla's name, read more »

    Matthew Arnold
  • 4.
    A Song Of Joys

    O to make the most jubilant song!
    Full of music-full of manhood, womanhood, infancy!
    Full of common employments-full of grain and trees. read more »

    Walt Whitman
  • 5.

    I asked the professors who teach the meaning of life to tell
    me what is happiness.
    And I went to famous executives who boss the work of
    thousands of men. read more »

    Carl Sandburg
  • 6.
    A Month Of Happiness

    A blind horse stands among cherry trees.
    And bones shine from cool earth.
    The heart leaps
    Almost up to the sky! But laments read more »

    Robert Bly
  • 7.
    Afternoon On A Hill

    I will be the gladdest thing
       Under the sun!
    I will touch a hundred flowers
       And not pick one. read more »

    Edna St. Vincent Millay
  • 8.
    Character Of The Happy Warrior

    . Who is the happy Warrior? Who is he
    That every man in arms should wish to be?
    --It is the generous Spirit, who, when brought
    Among the tasks of real life, hath wrought read more »

    William Wordsworth
  • 9.
    A Japanese Wood-Carving

    High up above the open, welcoming door
    It hangs, a piece of wood with colours dim.
    Once, long ago, it was a waving tree
    And knew the sun and shadow through the leaves read more »

    Amy Lowell
  • 10.
    The Joy Of Little Things

    It's good the great green earth to roam,
    Where sights of awe the soul inspire;
    But oh, it's best, the coming home,
    The crackle of one's own hearth-fire! read more »

    Robert William Service
  • 11.

    This is what I most want
    unpursued, alone
    to reach beyond the light
    that I am furthest from. read more »

    Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
  • 12.
    How Still, How Happy!

    How still, how happy! Those are words
    That once would scarce agree together;
    I loved the plashing of the surge -
    The changing heaven the breezy weather, read more »

    Emily Jane Brontë
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