Top 100 Poems About: JOY


In this page, poems on / about “joy” are listed.
  • 1.
    Joy And Sorrow Chapter Viii

    Then a woman said, "Speak to us of Joy and Sorrow."

    And he answered: read more »

    Khalil Gibran
  • 2.
    The Death Of Joy Gardner

    They put a leather belt around her
    13 feet of tape and bound her
    Handcuffs to secure her
    And only God knows what else, read more »

    Benjamin Zephaniah
  • 3.
    Infant Joy

    'I have no name;
    I am but two days old.'
    What shall I call thee? read more »

    William Blake
  • 4.
    Blank Joy

    She who did not come, wasn't she determined
    nonetheless to organize and decorate my heart?
    If we had to exist to become the one we love,
    what would the heart have to create? read more »

    Rainer Maria Rilke
  • 5.
    A Daily Joy To Be Alive

    No matter how serene things
    may be in my life,
    how well things are going,
    my body and soul read more »

    Jimmy Santiago Baca
  • 6.
    Joy And Pleasure

    Now, joy is born of parents poor,
    And pleasure of our richer kind;
    Though pleasure's free, she cannot sing
    As sweet a song as joy confined. read more »

    William Henry Davies
  • 7.
    *** And You Will Shed Tears Of Joy ***

    My love so intense
    like fragrant musk’s incense
    Would
    permeate you read more »

    ANJALI SINHA
  • 8.
    Joy

    Let a joy keep you.
    Reach out your hands
    And take it when it runs by,
    As the Apache dancer read more »

    Carl Sandburg
  • 9.
    Hymn To Joy

    Joy, thou goddess, fair, immortal,
    Offspring of Elysium,
    Mad with rapture, to the portal
    Of thy holy fame we come! read more »

    Friedrich Schiller
  • 10.
    Joy

    My heart is like a little bird
    That sits and sings for very gladness.
    Sorrow is some forgotten word,
    And so, except in rhyme, is sadness. read more »

    Ella Wheeler Wilcox
  • 11.
    Joy

    I am wild, I will sing to the trees,
    I will sing to the stars in the sky,
    I love, I am loved, he is mine,
    Now at last I can die! read more »

    Sara Teasdale
  • 12.
    The Joy Of Being

    Beyond the glass snowfall is luminous.
    Winter burns like a lamp upon the sill.
    The old house creaks in deference to the wind.
    Kind eyes affirm that cold cannot come in. read more »

    Sandra Fowler
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