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The scent of the garden, Left its traces on my hands, As I danced around pulling weeds and disposing of them in bands.
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Dec 8, 2024
Dec 8, 2024 at 8:31 PM UTC
The Scent of the Garden
set a scene to visit when you're alone lets call it your happy place it is waiting somewhere in the trees among the rushes by a stream in flowering meadows evergreen permanent summer caught in warm breeze where you can rest your ill at ease visit as often as you can feel it, taste it, soak it in it is your freedom beyond locked doors isolation the hatred of man
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Jul 26, 2021
Jul 26, 2021 at 1:32 PM UTC
captive
A palace by the sea for you and me. a palace by the sea where mermaids swim free. a palace by the sea where I wrap my arms around you tight as we get lost in a beautiful sunset every night. What's your happy place?
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Feb 9, 2020
Feb 9, 2020 at 7:50 PM UTC
Happy place
I'm so submissive when it comes to only only her. -Swoo
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Mar 9, 2020
Mar 9, 2020 at 6:09 PM UTC
The Maker Of Clouds
I'm only happy Cuz I'm with you. You're my happy place. When I think of it, I find you, and all my sadness ends.
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Dec 5, 2019
Dec 5, 2019 at 8:52 PM UTC
Because I'm With You
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
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Jun 11, 2019
Jun 11, 2019 at 10:21 AM UTC
A place I know
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
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May 17, 2019
May 17, 2019 at 5:08 PM UTC
My Happy Place
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
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Mar 29, 2019
Mar 29, 2019 at 3:11 PM UTC
Escape
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.
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Jul 15, 2018
Jul 15, 2018 at 2:34 PM UTC
Mining into my happy place
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 Isolation Pain Frustration Fear 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
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May 26, 2018
May 26, 2018 at 11:58 PM UTC
Happy Place
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   memory to paint.
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Mar 22, 2018
Mar 22, 2018 at 8:45 AM UTC
The Things I Dream Of
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.
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Feb 28, 2018
Feb 28, 2018 at 2:20 PM UTC
Happy Place
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, ....no worries, no fears that blur our eyes........ ...like that easy morning...with blue animated skies ........the smell of rice, ready for reaping, filled the air ....it 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 ............like discordant tunes of a broken chime... In our minds, that Happy Place with kites......resides Sometimes, it stays behind, refusing light...it  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. ::::::::::::::: Sally Copyright October 5, 2016 Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
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Oct 5, 2016
Oct 5, 2016 at 11:30 PM UTC
KITES
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, ....no worries, no fears that blur our eyes........ ...like that easy morning...with blue animated skies ........the smell of rice, ready for reaping, filled the air ....it 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 ............like discordant tunes of a broken chime... In our minds, that Happy Place with kites......resides Sometimes, it stays behind, refusing light...it  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. ::::::::::::::: Sally Copyright October 5, 2016 Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
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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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Feb 20, 2016
Feb 20, 2016 at 4:46 AM UTC
Happy Place
*summer heat like a rifles barrel, swelters through me, i see her with wandering eyes, shots fired, oh im alive! pulse quickens in an agonizing heart beat, shes two steps too close, arms around my neck like satin and smelling of rose... the world.. stops   the clock ticks, it tocks. lips lock I measure time in the burgundy red marks on my neck... one hour...two hours three hours four.. how in gods name did i end up on the floor? cheeky smiles wripple through ghostly sheets reverberating into giggles expelled through the air around me I swear im in heaven....no,just my bedroom floor, but ive not had enough!, i climb up the bed sheets challenging as the steepest mountain.. colapsing upon the summit, flag in hand the curves of her hip...pouts can be heard...solved with loving kiss...moments of bliss turned sour to sweet...* L.G
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Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 9:49 PM UTC
Looking down the barrel
I close my eyes. I am there, when my body is not. My surroundings are quite different, But my mind leads me somewhere else. Memories flood and my heart picks up pace. I am on my way to my happy place. A fan blowing icy air fills the room, And it chills me, But tight arms around me spills warmth into my body. This feels right and perfect, Nothing could ruin this moment. Thunder booms in the rooms around us. The arms pull me closer, Threatening to pull me into his heart, Completely engulfing me. Sweet humming and a perfect heartbeat makes me want to cry, I ask myself, Why does this perfect being have to be put through so much pain? But the night continues with inviting kisses and screaming whispers, Hushing from a friend while happiness engulfs us. The first “I love you.” Is received and responded. “Be mine.” Is asked and answered with a kiss and a yes. Drowsiness swallows us together, waking up to check on each other and pull closer. Falling asleep in each other’s dreams, we beg not to have this end. Then I snap back to reality and smile while my heart flutters, Needing to go back to this or recreate. Only one person can relate, I go and talk to him and walk with him, Fall again. I’m his and always shall be. Can’t he see? He means the world to me. He is my happy place. His face, And his voice. I have no other choice. His eyes are the prize, My heart’s my disguise. So to be apart would be bonkers, He is the holder of my heart, He is my happy place.
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May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 9:50 AM UTC
my happy place
I close my eyes. I am there, when my body is not. My surroundings are quite different, But my mind leads me somewhere else. Memories flood and my heart picks up pace. I am on my way to my happy place. A fan blowing icy air fills the room, And it chills me, But tight arms around me spills warmth into my body. This feels right and perfect, Nothing could ruin this moment. Thunder booms in the rooms around us. The arms pull me closer, Threatening to pull me into his heart, Completely engulfing me. Sweet humming and a perfect heartbeat makes me want to cry, I ask myself, Why does this perfect being have to be put through so much pain? But the night continues with inviting kisses and screaming whispers, Hushing from a friend while happiness engulfs us. The first “I love you.” Is received and responded. “Be mine.” Is asked and answered with a kiss and a yes. Drowsiness swallows us together, waking up to check on each other and pull closer. Falling asleep in each other’s dreams, we beg not to have this end. Then I snap back to reality and smile while my heart flutters, Needing to go back to this or recreate. Only one person can relate, I go and talk to him and walk with him, Fall again. I’m his and always shall be. Can’t he see? He means the world to me. He is my happy place. His face, And his voice. I have no other choice. His eyes are the prize, My heart’s my disguise. So to be apart would be bonkers, He is the holder of my heart, He is my happy place.
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As it runs through my veins Rearranging thoughts in my brain Things I cannot contain Reasons that will remain Unknown & nameless Like a one hit wonder, who thought he was famous It's an amazing feeling That leaves me tingly from floor to ceiling Puts me in such a happy place That a permanent smile stays on my face Peace is a sensation so amazing & sweet That I'm lifted right off my feet & everything is always kept so neat No one will ever tell why Hehehe....I feel like a secret spy The truth will not be exposed Because that's how it goes Kept so deep inside From the world it will hide It's safe there, with no judgment Roaming in solitary confinement The day it's set free Will be the time it says goodbye to me But that day is far away So until it comes, we'll continue to play!!!
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May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 3:28 PM UTC
In My Veins
The library is a quiet, empty cave where voices echo like ghosts in a gymnasium. Laughter. You can feel the history here, both in the dusty tomes and the architectural nod to the Roman coliseum. Strange visitors of which I am numbered as I stand here spouting poor poetry on my phone. Enough.
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Apr 10, 2014
Apr 10, 2014 at 12:12 PM UTC
The Library is a Quiet Empty Cave
Close your eyes, and now you're here The world I build around me It exists when I am not And I create my surroundings. The sky is blue and sparrows sing The sun never sets to darkness No matter the weather without my world Within the sunlight sparkles. Whether a lie or fairytale My world keeps me alive So whenever you feel you need a break Step on in, just close your eyes.
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Mar 30, 2014
Mar 30, 2014 at 11:00 PM UTC
My Place