"cheeriness" poems
Can we have a little cheeriness.
Please.
Rosy cheeks and smiles.
Get those clouds of misery and blow them all away.
Let's throw away all the bad things, lock them in a box.
Maybe ,even lose the key.
Bury all the bad things in an undisclosed location.
Never unearth them.
Leave them shut away.
Let the happy lovely feelings come on out to play.
(C) Livvi
Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 3:28 AM UTC
So, let's see, cheeriness personified.
****** if I can think of anything depressing.
Again and again, my mind goes on ever and ever,
In search of that infernal lightening rod
To which the dark and dreary are attracted.
And yet, butterflies and billowing clouds,
erupt magnificently in full bloom.
Hiding in the nooks of my cranium
fluffy bunnies and poofy flowers.
Anything really to while away the hours.
And so I write about grand battles,
frogs on crack, and ladies in your lap.
Seems this perky cheeriness is infectious....
A wink and a nod to my friend Frank. ;)
Jul 10, 2011
Jul 10, 2011 at 7:32 PM UTC
That dusky face
Those dainty dark circles
That celestial mind
And that holy symmetrical, well formed smile can set everything straight and make me glow.
When we collide sparks fly which brings cheeriness and delectation.
And when I look into your bewitching and ravishing eyes that is when I feel forelsket, the beginning of love
Jan 1, 2016
Jan 1, 2016 at 4:49 AM UTC
Cheeriness left me Monday.
Emotionless, I staggered at the news that,
the self proclaimed "The People's Poet" was dead.
In a crashing flood of emotion the 80's flooded back,
"Post Punk" Rick was no more.
Lord Flashheart was no more.
Alan Beresford B'stard was no more.
Drop Dead Fred had died.
Rik Mayall the comedian, actor, genius was no more.
No more catchphrases such as 'Hoorah' or 'Neeeeeiiiiillll'
No more, smashing frying pans into people 's faces,
No more ***** margarine, no more 'Bottom'
No more British anarchic, anti-establishment, alternative comedy.
My youth had died.
Getting old is quite simply a *******
56 was too young.
But, never fear I do believe, that
"She has a tongue like an electric eel, and she likes the taste of a man's tonsils"
Will be engraved upon my heart, just for M'Lord! Woof!
Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 6:45 PM UTC
When winter wind begins to howl around
and murmurs through my sad and lengthy days
I will sit down and try to write a poem
and find my strength and solace in a phrase
When stand naked in the park are all the trees
and the plants in the garden stop to grow
I’ll write again another piece of poetry
and dream of cheeriness and love to flow
When sunrise seems scant, snow days aplenty
and dullness lingers long for months and end
I’ll write a verse to keep me company
and wish it be meaningful and well penned
The winter god will not dispirit me
when I send message with a poetry
Feb 8, 2019
Feb 8, 2019 at 4:37 PM UTC
i know you're depressed
know you just don't want to deal
with me
with anyone
don't feel like you can
don't feel like you can take anymore
don't feel like you can handle it all
it's just too much
all these people who Love you
who mean so well
who want to be the one to save you
to play the hero
be the one to make you smile again
they have no idea
can't feel what it's like
they don't understand that
for all their good intentions
their affections are just another burden
their attempts at Love and comfort just a
complicated social dance
they're forcing on you
i know you want to feel better
know you would if you could
but all their attempts to help you
just make you feel like a burden
to the people you Love
the ones you least want to burden
and why can't they see that only makes it worse
to have to choose between
disappointing them
when their attempts at cheeriness inevitably fail
or lying to them
and pretending to feel better
when you don't
not really
just to spare their feelings
can't they see that you don't have the energy
to even be responsible for your own feelings right now
much less anyone else's
why can't they just leave you alone
alone
isolated
simplified
reduced
quiet
numb
trying to let the pain fade
disappear into nothing at all
so in the blessed silence left behind
the spark may return
just maybe
to fan the flames again
to build the heat
and warm you back to life
but only if you can first get away
away from all of us
and all our Love and affections
and our mountains of best intentions
only if you can reduce all the noise
and complications
and lay still in your shallow depression
i know you're depressed
i know how you feel
i know i can't help
i know i'd only weigh you down further
and make it harder for you to get up again
but i also know
that I Love you
and that you are not alone
Nov 19, 2013
Nov 19, 2013 at 10:49 AM UTC
The smile on her face
Has been replaced with a frown
The cheeriness in her eyes
Has been replaced with emptiness
The laughter in her voice
Has been filled with sorrow
The blush on her cheeks
Has been stained with tears
The old scars on her skin
Have been renewed with a blade
The recovery she was so proud of
Has been taken away
Jul 22, 2013
Jul 22, 2013 at 12:09 AM UTC
Morning
The bird at the window is not there this morning.
I hope the storm did not scare it away.
I was going to wear my flannel but decide against it
Everyone in this town thinks they look original in it
My mother made oatmeal and I pick out the raisins, but add extra brown sugar
Afternoon
I meet my best friend at the junk yard
We have known each other since we were two
We are looking for an old bicycle so I do not have to pester my bother for rides anymore
She thinks I do not notice she has been crying that morning
We find a yellow one and she tells me the cheeriness of it matches my face
Evening
I say good bye to my best friend, I have learned not to ask about her tears anymore
I know why, but we do not discuss it
My dad is pulling out weeds that never seem to stop growing
I show him my new bicycle
I kneel next to him and help him with the stubborn plants
Night
It is not storming tonight
My sister comes into my room with a book she wants me to read to her
We start exploring far off lands
When it is finished I tell her goodnight
I settle deep within my covers and let the moonlight flood over my freckled face.
Jul 26, 2011
Jul 26, 2011 at 3:00 PM UTC
Like the rainbow..
you are colorful, bring cheeriness into my soul
Like the star..
your charm can be seen from a distance
Like the rain..
Each grain is your love it makes me overwhelmed
Like the moon..
Every time can be changed but you are still you with a pure heart
Like the sun..
You touching me with the warmth
Like the wind..
you whisper the sweet words about love every second
Sep 4, 2016
Sep 4, 2016 at 3:53 AM UTC
Staring at the mirror with lost thoughts
I realized cheeriness has gone
Smiles faded out
Hopes are drawn.
You knew
I look good when I wear your color
I taste better when I am seasoned with your odour
Oh yes, you knew
You were my better half
Did you forget the way you felt when I said you were all I have?
With you I could reach the peak of everest
Walk through the desert and fly high on the sky.
Oh stone-hearted girl!
Did u really forget those heavenly moment
When I slept on the pillow of your thigh?
Wondering on the land of nostalgia
Thinking of everything you said
Millions of memories plagued my head
Before you divert the path and turn me dead
Let me ask you,
Did you forget the way you felt in my bed?
Nov 23, 2015
Nov 23, 2015 at 11:43 AM UTC
i've hoped
i've lied
i've been made a clown
just to seem happy
happiness does not come easy
for me
i'm more comfortable in sadness
sadness i understand
sadness i cradle
hold close to my *****
cherish
i'll continue to project cheeriness
i'll continue to laugh
i'll continue to exclaim to the world
I ...AM...HAPPY!
just to be able to retire
unaccompanied
in the dismal comfort
of aloneness.
Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 2:50 PM UTC
An impassible insensibility
abyssal tones of sapphire
snap inevitably into place.
A forever fruitless entity,
constantly lugging this
burdensome bag of bones.
Plastic enthusiasm and
fabricated cheeriness conceal
everlasting overcast and
grey skies.
May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 8:07 PM UTC
well, sure, philosophers argue against the sophists,
or what they deem: the art of rhetoric,
the act of speaking persuasively -
and that's grand, it really is... but then
some sophist comes along, say antiphon,
and he says: i have an argument against
the anti-rhetoric of philosophers,
i have an answer against thinkers.
a sophist's argument against philosophers is tiny,
like an atom, it's tiny, because it's but a single word;
now words are atoms, and letters aren't,
in the same way that chemists see elements
as if atoms, and do not go beyond Fe (iron), Pb (lead),
Xe (xeron) N (nitrogen) -
because then their main endeavour is lost,
as would be the case in metallurgy -
i.e. there's nothing practical to do with the concept
atom in their field; given the chemical alphabet of
concerns and mandible parts is based on the system of
elements -
e.g. a + b + e + g + i = being
alt. c + h + o (quantity of each) = ethanol (2c, 6h, 1o);
oh i'm pretty sure sophists have an argument against
philosophers, because what that argument is?
a fucking thesaurus;
that's what i've noticed philosophers do,
they engage in applying thesaurus rex in their
rhetoric... a sophist would apply rhetoric to mean one
thing, but actually another, which is called subversion
rather than rhetoric...
he'll say one thing, but mean another, that's beyond
rhetoric, that's subversion -
that's how sophistry evolved over the years,
rhetoric (a), sure, but "rhetoric" (b)? that's the art of subverting
your eloquence at a persuasive argument;
which leads into: **** sapiens? really? such a thing exists?
i'm inclined into **** schizoi* - a split man,
a multiplication of gemini.
but why philosophers and a ****** thesaurus?
well, they're using a rhetorical approach based on that ****** book,
they're juggling their arguments via synonyms,
they're not exactly genius alchemists in that respect,
first they say concept, then they say idea, then they might
say inspiration, or they then might say idealisation,
and then they go bonkers and say talk about a chair,
and say: chairness or chairiness
they go beyond standard adjectives -
and given that, look at the close proximity of what they're
trying to say, and the nearest possible "puzzle", like the word:
cheeriness;
cheer, chair, cherry!
trying to expand on the word chair can be
rather misguiding, considering you can very literally have oak,
and that's it!
there really have to be literal cul de sac
moments in philosophy, where a proper use of coherent language
can become manifest; which alligns itself with the zeitgeist
debacle of "proper" pronoun usage.
May 5, 2017
May 5, 2017 at 11:32 AM UTC
writing about cheeriness
isn't as soul gripping
as writing about despair
is the contented mind
uncreative?
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 3:18 PM UTC