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.
    Infant Joy

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

    William Blake
  • 3.
    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
  • 4.
    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
  • 5.
    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
  • 6.
    *** And You Will Shed Tears Of Joy ***

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

    ANJALI SINHA
  • 7.
    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
  • 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.
    My Dearest Frank, I Wish You Joy

    My dearest Frank, I wish you joy
    Of Mary's safety with a Boy,
    Whose birth has given little pain
    Compared with that of Mary Jane.-- read more »

    Jane Austen
  • 10.
    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
  • 11.
    Surprised By Joy

    Surprised by joy — impatient as the Wind
    I turned to share the transport--Oh! with whom
    But Thee, deep buried in the silent tomb,
    That spot which no vicissitude can find? read more »

    William Wordsworth
  • 12.
    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
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