#happypoem
The bright moments of the past do not die
They do not lie idly in the earth, buried beneath unpassable tombs
Their beauty does not fester or languish
Their times come again
They are reborn, are the bright things that come
Those jewels dug up by autonomous spades
They do not die, they are reborn
Our excitement like an old friend reunited
Do not mourn the past, it did not fall
Left to rot, mummified in worms
As a child when we picked it up, as an adult when we carry it
Those moments live on with us
Again
Oct 25, 2021
Oct 25, 2021 at 2:21 PM UTC
I am a princess
With a dress made of flowers
I'm going to dance in the rain till the whole world decays
And even after i'll dance for hours in my dress made of flowers
I am a princess
With a dress made from gold,
The women who melt at my touch have all their names in a jar
I sleep in the clouds and never have to awaken until my princess charming wakes me with a single honeydew kiss
I am a princess
With music in my dress
I hide from the king while making love with the jest
Thinking about pretty animals and love when i ride to the ball
To sing songs about the beginning and end of it all
I am a princess
With a dress made with love
With my steed rushing past lighting warm fires in the grass
Hooves click clacking on the ground that we run
Oh being a princess is such fun
So yes, I am a princess drinking lovely gold flowers in my room, cleopatra and i will be together again soon.
Dec 2, 2020
Dec 2, 2020 at 12:12 AM UTC
To November,
Thanks a bunch
for reminding us,
that the letting go
is the only way to make roads
for new blooms!
Every November I felt something new. November is full of change, nothing remains the same as before!
Acceptance: Somewhere in the month of November, I met a new person who changed me inside out..!! Embraced me with love, gave the warmth in those chilly days. We spent moments with happiness and shared our fears in the night sky, witnessing clouds uncovering the moon. Dreamt of good things, peace, and a bucket full of love. And November turned out as a happy month to me! No matter how much I tried but memories kept coming back, making me blush every single time..!!
Togetherness: Time passed really very fast, Again November came! I remember, spending days like never, contemplating each other’s hearts. Aimless drives, messed up schedules, movie marathons, street foods, and open bottles of beers. I found a home in him, a home of love with no limits and no worries. We promised to step together, holding hands in November, and to hang out till the November dissolves! And yesss we did...few Happy Novembers!
Separation: And then a few years later a day in November came with lots of new feelings..! Feeling of abandonment and betrayal just like dull and dark days. Crying in freezing night under that large yellow full moon but this time all alone! It felt cold, even the stars were extra cold to me; lights were so dim that paths were invisible. My heart was aching, and my trust was dissolved. I was miserable and pitiful! Always lost and struggling in the memories of past and present!
Learning: And now it’s again November I see blooming flowers and sometimes butterflies..! Red, Pale, Blue, Pink and White flowers. And it doesn’t feel like cold/dry or happy month to me! and as I see he got engaged so, probably a month for him too! Now I see November as the month of change and new hopes. This November taught me no matter how dry the weather is but you have to keep blooming, And I have realized that not everything is worthy of you! If something feels like a burden to you, just remove them and make some space for new dreams. And that’s the only way!!
Nov 19, 2020
Nov 19, 2020 at 12:36 AM UTC
it is sixty degrees
the sun on your skin
you have nowhere to be
and everywhere to go
not a cloud in the sky,
not a bump in the road
just this moment
just this sliver of heaven
just your feet on the pedals
your eyes on the horizon
unspoken joy, an effortless smile
wheels turning forward motion
Dec 16, 2019
Dec 16, 2019 at 11:00 PM UTC
If paradise had a name
A prism of the tongue
I would speak it to you, and hear
The tinkling laughter that bless'd the air
And clouds would hear my poem
And spread it through the rain
And eager faces turned to the spring
Would feel my words also
Chuckles showered 'cross the green
Sunny minds would face each other
And grinning, speak the words of meaning
What charmed thoughts would dot the village squares,
And sighing fields of this land
You'd bring that be
A conduit of mercy
A funnel of good will
What wonderful eyes you have that
Look into the skies with me
Feb 24, 2019
Feb 24, 2019 at 10:13 AM UTC
It could be the ***
or the sun
because it's hot
It could be the beer
or the wind
because it's loud in my ear
It could be the night
or the moon
because it's nature's right
That I feel this way
With you
everyday
and I don't care because
whatever we do
I'll be able to do whatever
with you
Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 10:01 AM UTC
You asked me why all my poems are sad
Why they can never be happy
And I looked at you and said I don't know
But you know what the day you left
You were getting your happy poem
I was in the middle of it
So to answer your question
Happy doesn't last long enough to get a poem
I get glimpses of happiness
But never enough to form words
You see a poem takes time
It has to brew inside of you for a long time
Now the happy poem is just
Broken pieces of something that could be
Now its words drips with sadness
Drip Drip Drip
Like the blood down my wrist
Drip
Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 11:55 PM UTC
The world is a dark
And dangerous place.
And it sometimes feels,
Like there is no escape.
You need a reason to smile,
Or put a grin on another's face.
So I challenge you,
To write a happy poem.
About your very best friend,
How life is worth living.
About hope and morning light,
Whatever makes you smile.
You need a reason to smile,
Or put a grin on another's face.
So I challenge you,
To write a happy poem,
Today.
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 10:19 AM UTC
As great as they were,
I am too.
You are. We are.
Realisation of truth.
Fore-fathers and great-mothers,
Lives infinite in pages,
parting for us their conquests,
from all historic ages.
Battles of brute, battles of soul.
Stories of warmth and stories of cold.
I see them now,
coming from the corners of every earthly crevesse,
they come in their millions,
where human life is bound perfectly
like the threads of a dress.
He who has devoted, he who has fought.
She who has mothered, she who has taught.
He who had not a roof, not an apple, not a home,
he sang music.
She who had comfort, had books, had health,
she rode horses.
They, who have left us their stories in billions,
their unimaginable challenges to their greatest triumphs,
I can feel them now.
As I meditate through clouds
of metamorphic memories of distant
and current lives alike,
I start to envisage an ocean of quests indicipherable in quantity.
So many things happen,
so many an absurdity.
But that which is the beauty of 'the absurd' ,
is also its curse.
Defining the roads of our lives,
as it plays with our fate.
The notion 'absurd' depicting the occurance of anything can happen to anyone,
at anytime,
regardless of what is on your plate.
Man, woman, adult, child, good, evil, all similar.
Breathing the same air,
Living under the same atmospheric roof,
Even after we are gone,
We are one.
Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 5:07 PM UTC
I was born into a nation,
therefore my nationality is theirs.
But my parents originate from across the world,
And so my origin is theirs.
More importantly though,
All of our souls have the same home,
Till death,
from birth,
We've resided on Earth.
Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 11:52 PM UTC
you find me
hauntingly beautiful
on the days
i feel the
worse
i wish i could
share the moments
you love me
the most
with
you
Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 7:38 AM UTC
Head of a bold pen
writing on a whim
with no deadline
Paper and lines
in front of your eyes
all of the time
Creating this life
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 10:55 AM UTC
Blessed that I received rest
that some do not acquire
My toes curling on each fuzzy stair step I make my way up
as my nose follows the familiar scent of coffee beans
I'm drowsy from the dawn sun playing coy
Snug as I could be from the burning wood
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 7:21 AM UTC
Welcome to Hello Poetry
and thanks for following me.
I know it can be tough when you start,
but your poems are always great if they are from the heart.
You'll stay up late awake at night
staring at your computer light
with no thoughts coming to your mind,
ticking your fingers on the keyboard while your teeth grind.
This poem is a thanks
for the times you deal with blanks.
The times you know are tough,
I, too, am familiar with how rough
that feels.
And I swear it never heals,
only goes away temporarily
just to smack you more disparagingly.
So, here's to the poets
who are so fixated on blemishes that they don't even know it.
Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 9:34 AM UTC
I need to get up, I need to get up!
Go upstairs and grab a cup.
Pour myself some coffee,
and listen to mom get bossy.
I will, I will!
Let me just take my pill.
Grab the adderall,
now I can do it all!
Eventually, Eventually!
I should probably mention something about me.
Sleep is my favorite thing to be,
but these drugs sure do get me glee.
I'm up, I'm up!
I'm washing the tub.
I'm getting the dirt out of every corner of my room,
and I have so much energy I could rush a flower to bloom.
Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 9:29 AM UTC
starry eyes with a bold stare
the universe isn't frightening to you
admirable because you are the one percent
the one percent who lives life to the fullest, one hundred percent
curls that your head weeps down
that resemble the salty ocean waves
skin as pale as a snow flake
with sun kissed spots on your crinkled button nose
translucent personality
angelic intentions
a golden silhouette of a heart on your wrist
a kiss that takes and gives air
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 7:58 AM UTC
I am slowly disintegrating out of the various lives I have been nesting in. I love the comfort of my lifestyles I build inside others until they become horrid and decrepit from abusing "the playground". I am quickly losing grip of my identity. I am changing ever-so quickly. How am I supposed to know the real me? Or are there multiple versions? I think I need an intervention for the succubus I have resurrected inside of me. I like who I am, yeah. Sometimes. It's confusing when you play both roles: day and night. I flip like a switch, yet I always feel turned on. Oh, so clever. Patterns are hard to break, guess that is why they call them patterns. I am drained from being both dissociated and overstimulated by life simultaneously.
Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 4:06 AM UTC
My happiness is not an object
You can not rob it
Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 2:14 PM UTC
Last night, I adventured up onto a mountain
Shady trees and familiar acquaintances who I like
Nobodies who enjoy crawling into cracks and crevices
Because the streets are unstimulating
We reach the edge of the world
Look down, must of been 2,000 feet
Kings and Queens
We owned the city, because we had their lights in our hands
That was a night I will relive
Over, and over, and over, and over
I feel alive, I feel aware when I am with you all
It doesn't matter if we had a past or not
You matter
And you made an impact
And you have an affect on my memories
And you made my night memorable
We rule
Because we think we rule
And that is all that matters
All that matters is what you think of yourself
Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 6:06 PM UTC
I am happy,
oh no, now I am sad
One day I am strong
Two later, I've gone mad
I try to take steps
But I'm always tripping on threads
The threads are your words
That won't leave my head
I miss you, but I don't
Because I think I know what's best
The best thing to do is
To never second guess
Onward and foward
My eyes obey, my heart tries to follow
My mind is concerned about my heart
Like an over-protective father
For all will be okay, I promise myself
Time has painted me a new portrait of I
That I can see I am not far from
And when I get there, that means I have moved on
Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 12:21 AM UTC
i love to write
and pour my soul
into all i know and all i feel
but the urge is diminished
when the pieces just fit
when the day is done
and the world just works
and i'm all gratitude
with not a burden to write of
it's strange
it's because i'm content
some semblance of happy
from the peace i found
from letting it go
letting bygones be bygones
letting others control themselves
letting things work out
letting things fall through the cracks
letting the space take its time
letting the moments go by
letting the world turn
letting the waves roll
letting the clouds float
letting the rain pour
letting the sun shine
letting me be me
in all my glories
and all my fails
it was time to be different
than all that wallowing and gloom
and i'm still trying to find
just what changed in me
to turn my life around
and right now i know
it's a beautiful day
to talk about beautiful things
through the words i create
in this beautiful sentiment
that i call my own poem
it's about time i wrote one
that has some uplifting
to remind myself
to keep this just for today
with promise for tomorrow
Sep 28, 2014
Sep 28, 2014 at 5:25 PM UTC
Don't promise me forever because forever never lasts.
Just hold me for the time being so I can cherish this moment.
My love, my forever is spent on your arms..
and in your smile.
But darling, I find that forever exists everytime you whisper
I love you.
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 11:14 AM UTC
I wonder when people will stop falling in love through Instagram and twitter dms.
Having a false sense of acceptance through likes and retweets has become a norm for our world and I'm wondering when it'll stop.
I wonder when boys will stop being so afraid to love and girls will believe that men actually aren't all the same...
And I wonder when gays will have the rights they deserve and I wonder when women will stop being looked at as the white mans inferior
And I wonder when more women will actually believe that we don't have to be the white mans inferior
And I wonder when men will learn its okay to be a little vulnerable
And I wonder when **** victims everywhere will get the justice they seem to neglect to serve
And I wonder when double standards will seize to exist
And I wonder when people will get off social networks and go for more walks
And I wonder when dates become more common and one night stands will become extinct
I wonder when men will stop disrespecting our women and women will respect themselves more.
I wonder when I'll stop dreaming about all of these things.
But most of all, I wonder when we will decide we are the ones who control our own happiness
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 12:04 AM UTC