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Somewhere beyond the hast of commerce,
where noises sing rather than shout.
I know of a place under a canopy of emerald leaves, haloed in the sun.
Creatures come to crawl and fly, soaking the bounty growing natural.

Moments of stillness blow soft, carrying stresses away.
It's a place owned by the trees, they bend to greet travelers weary of their cage.

A place I long to stroll,
where summer kisses all that lives
and wildness sprouts within
A happy place
Grace May 17
You bring me joy when all I knew was despair
You give me love and it made me so aware
You prove to me in every way that you care
You make me so desperately wish I was there

You are my life and make me feel bright
You are my calm throughout the night
You are my happiness, make me feel alright
You are my reason to give up my fright

You have me wrapped around your finger
You and your presence will have me linger
You make me excited and so eager
You never make me feel like I’m meager

You remind me that we always have a tomorrow
You reassure me love is exchanged and not borrowed
You have successfully ridden me of my sorrow
You make me feel the opposite of hollow

I will love you forever
I will always endeavor
I feel better than ever
I cannot wait to see you whenever
Angel'Lea Mar 29
Natural filters
Sunshine and heat waves
Sweat caressing my face
Body reposed upon the sand
Waves kissing my toes
Sun tickling my cheeks
Hugging the warmth of the sun
Birds whispering God’s graces
The wind carrying promises of his mercy
My hair free of gravity’s reign
My strands exchanging words with the breeze
My arms resting weightless
My eye lids submissive to the sun’s rays
My heart syncing to Earth’s rhythm
With every beat I become more connected
My ears deafened to the horrors of your attacks
Only nature’s symphonies whistle through
Forgive my ignorance of your position
I am no longer mentally bound to you
Forgive me for my numbness to your anger
I no longer relinquish energy in this space
I have escaped the torment of this chamber
I have nestled upon the peace in my happy place
People are here.
I reach out deep within
to the place of various hue and vibrancy
to paint it in the air and on me
but that place is empty.
Skylar Keith H May 2018
I'm where I want to be
The happy place
I've returned after two years
Much has changed
Many things have not

The sights of skyscrapers
The scent of green tea and fumes
All seems like home to me as I walk through the city

Yet I cry
Smiling comes from time to time
Fake it until you make it comes into play as I'm asked how I am
Silent screams of loneliness
Tears of yearning
For things just beyond my reach

I'm falling into the darkness while in my happy place
When I return 'home' it will be worse


All this fills my mind as I wave goodbye to Tokyo
Kyoto is to come
A spark of joy and excitement

Yet why am I dying when I'm in my happy place

Tokyo & Kyoto
Thoughts while on the Shikansen from Tokyo to Kyoto
Alexa Mar 2018
The sound of my fears,
choke out my dreams.
Throwing silence of the prism
in a burning city.
I want to stray
& uncover
the wrapped beauty of
the ocean.
And the garments of the moon
wearing silk roses.
& Capture
the soft, unfeathered sun
unchain orange butterflies,
and aqua sequins dancing
far out in the sea,
throwing rainbows
in the sky laid above me.

but for now,  
I will close my eyes
& pray for this  
to paint.
Frederica Ehimen Feb 2018
A happy place between the way life should be
If I had a choice it would be you and me until eternity. Do we exist... only to persist, seeking, hoping, wishing that life could be easier... less involved with the daily bustle of life. Just in time to make sacrifices for the love we strived so hard for.

Endearing hearts, and sweet dreams that make us proud of a love we never knew. Time ebbs and flows to a point we grew apart, some of the words you said were darts.

It seems like the best days were yesterdays, never to return to that Happy Place.
This poem, talks about the ups and downs of a relationship. Sometimes you are in a happy place, and sometimes you are not. It's a time to do soul search, yourselves and see if the relationship is something special to you both.
Sally A Bayan Oct 2016
In one's life,
A Happy Place, which we often recall...must have existed
....t'was where we felt at peace...and contented
None can  break the serenity
Of home...or church, or maybe a shady tree
...its proximity...offering safety, worries, no fears that blur our eyes........ that easy morning...with blue animated skies
........the smell of rice, ready for reaping, filled the air felt nice, to sit by the creek...wind, messing hair
..........while throwing stones, on the water flowing
.......having fun...watching people harvesting

One day, those rice fields
..............had no more rice to yield
....just wide open spaces left, where young boys
...surrendered to the winds, their artfully designed toys
...colorful, Japanese paper...smooth, with sheen
...framed by several bamboo sticks...long and thin
...big, colorful birds and butterflies, flying high
Naive, impermanent kites..... soaring to the skies

We can never be sure....some  kites fly straight away,
............while a few others....stray
...fading songbirds, losing their way........broken dreams,
Heading....towards distant, forgotten realms
.......they're like words that couldn't rhyme discordant tunes of a broken chime...

In our minds, that Happy Place with kites......resides
Sometimes, it stays behind, refusing  hides
......for some reasons, it goes further down...deep inside
Oftentimes, it inspires...and becomes our source of pride...
Life, after all, is a potpourri of lengthy, and ephemeral strides,
Proving further, black and white are two of life's many colors
Light, or dark shade shouldn't  matter.....
Because, in many ways...our cups always runneth over.


Copyright October 5, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
...when endowed with a brief respite...think of that one happy place, a happy moment...imagine yourself, sitting by that old creek, of your childhood days... don't have to be THERE, physically...
Ron Feb 2016
Take me away from this place
To a beach somewhere far from here
Take me away from this place
To a place with my favorite beer
It's a place I can go
To escape and be free
It's a place I can go
To relax and just be me
This place is my mind
It's my one true solace
This place is my mind
Sans hate and malice

I think I'll run away soon.
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