"joyed" poems
I remember the day you told me your job.
I was over joyed at the fact that I can have pink grass,
A colour that represented me so perfectly.
I was a princess and that is the colour to represent me.
You laughed at the thought as I continued going on about glitter and lights in twined between each blade.
I smiled as I imaged you and your crew working on my yard and I lean against the house admiring the movement of the muscles on your back.
I remember the first time we called,
We had just met the day before as I was enthralled with your imagination and I wanted to play.
I was nervous but you didn't know.
I don't remember what we spoke, but I remember your laugh,
I remember the teasing and I remember your infatuation with my breast.
No, I wasn't offended.
I am a ***** and I appreciate the flattery,
Can you get in my pants?
Yes with a price of your daily attention.
It has been months since the mention of pink grass,
My grass welts now and dirt scatters my yard.
My skirt is pulled up and I stare at a screen,
Waiting... waiting...
How is your grass? How are your needs? How are you and me?
I never hear from you anymore and I come to my conclusion,
I will never get my pink grass.
Aug 8, 2016
Aug 8, 2016 at 12:01 AM UTC
Beneath the light of the starry sky
Embedded love fills my heart
Awaiting the journey pleasant and true
For the carousel of love to start.
Man of my dreams where for art thou
As I set with my thoughts of you
Magical moments entice my heart
Awaiting the carousel of love so true.
Moonlight takes over the light from the stars
In a distance I see the man of my dreams
Coming for me like a breeze in the night
The carousel of love starts to gleam.
The meeting of two hearts over joyed
By nights end they shall vanish as one
To eternity so fair and true
The carousel of love, just begun.
Jul 11, 2010
Jul 11, 2010 at 10:41 AM UTC
When you think of her
You think of her smile
She than had the same smile
Since she was a little child
You can ask her uncle, her aunty,
Even the lady who claims the last time she seen her
That should could barely crawl
They claim she was a happy baby
Instead of crying she would laugh when she'd fall
And ever since than she kept the same smile
The same smile she had since she was a little child
I met her when I was eight
She was my play mate
We use to play on the swings
Try to swing over the top
imagining we had wings
We use to play house,
I was Daddy
And She was Mommy
I would go to work,
When I got home she would console me
Her lil sister was only five
She was our daughter
All this was only imagination
But she wouldn't believe that
Even if you told her
Back than she would always smile
The same smile she had since she was a little child
See we was only eight
But ever since than,
I always dreamed about our fate
We was only 12 when I asked her to our first dance
I was scared to ask her of course
But I just couldn't miss the chance
To my surprise she said yes
And also blessed, me with her smile
The same smile she had since she was a little child
That night as I held her tight
I wanted to kiss her
But I didn't know if it would be alright
After the dance we walked home together
I was contemplating a kiss
So it seem like we walked forever
You can never understand,
How confused I was when we got there
She looked at me and said,
We gone be "Best Friends FOREVER"
And of course she added a smile
The same smile she had since she was a little child
So I couldn't get mad
I know it was wrong
But I actually was glad...
When her boyfriend dumped her
Right before prom
Because I always imagined
Us two being Prom King and Queen
And now that he ****** up
It could be a real thing
So when I seen her on the stairs crying
I wiped away her tears
And let her know that I was there for her
So I walked her home
So she wouldn't feel alone
As we walked we talked
And she told me I was her best friend
I told her that was cool,
But I think, Our friendship should end here
So something else could begin
Than she just smiled
The same smile she had since she was a little child
I was surprised when she said
"I was waiting for you to say something"
A month later she won prom Queen
And I won Prom King
As we stood in front of every body
She smiled
The same smile she had since she was a little child
We both graduated and went to the same college
I pledged Kappa, Her A.K.A.
We always got complimented on how good of a couple we was
Whole time we was only a good couple because we had love
As she walked across the stage
They cheered and serenade
She just smiled because she had reached the goal that she had made
The same smile she had since she was a little child
2 years later we were already married
And my baby she carried
When she told me the news that it was a girl
For a short instance I was a little let down
Because I wanted a boy
But than I was over joyed
She just sat there smiling
The same smile she had since she was a little child
There were problems with the delivery
Which left me standing in front of you all today
So when you look at her for the last time
If nothing else remember her smile
The same smile that I now see on the face of my little child...
Nov 11, 2012
Nov 11, 2012 at 8:01 PM UTC
In pressing times truth oft' lies so oppressed
And falsehoods rouse to speak in joyed debate
That burdens brought to bear upon the breast
Might anchor nought but will of one testate
What courage leant upon a graven guest
Not thrift of fear in bearing of his fate
But silent as all untruths so expressed,
Except to cry with cursed tongue, "More weight!"
Apr 17, 2016
Apr 17, 2016 at 10:11 PM UTC
Unmanned, like a bull bereft of all;
a flaccid decoration without use;
at least if thee had what I have
thou could be a woman; ******
hiding your treasure for marriage
and hypocrisy. And leave me
with empty decoration; rings
without sense, dresses without purpose.
Go about your business thou say
I want nothing to do with thee now;
yet not a month ago it was all Peggy this,
Peggy that; such are the changes
of the seasons. I do not want to give birth
to an empty ache; wet nurse it; teach it
its father's worth; I cannot tell the ache
how we loved, how we met, how we joyed.
I cannot sit round this mughouse days
and months I must out into the world
roll in the smell of Man again
with a jug of ale in one hand
and earning a stony crust
from some wight with a jangling purse.
And forget the bull that was castrated.
Apr 29, 2016
Apr 29, 2016 at 1:23 PM UTC
Out by the Strange Creek a little drunk,
I built a tower of stone, an imaginary throne,
I pondered of power and sat on a stump,
The moon hung like an old friend from up above,
There were many around, laughing and happy,
A few on the guitar sounded a little sappy,
Tents dotted the river, and I dipped my tows in the sand,
The stars up above illuminated the camp but not the bands,
Too many drugs made there way around,
back in the woods everyone gathered around a stage,
and jammed the music, they blazed,
for themselves, their future, but mostly the present,
Their bodies swayed, in a daze,
Acid, **** liquor and E
Oh boy, it was a party,
but the last bit of my sober self,
turned inwards and the whole of me felt,
the seven chakras flowing through me,
connecting me to infinity,
We partied for three days, acid babies littered the place,
We drank for our mistakes, and listened to The Machine,
The wall flowing through me,
We freed our bodies, and our souls to the void,
On the last night we were over joyed,
But now that I'm leaving I feel it slipping away
My crown chakra back into the haze,
My mind's eye back into a cage,
My throat chakra back underneath,
My heart chakra feels only grief,
My solar plexus can't handle a nexus,
My sacral is fine though, trust me,
But my roots,
They don't even trust me
Jan 5, 2017
Jan 5, 2017 at 12:58 AM UTC
Eyes red, face calm
Body lax, clenched palm.
Dollish smile, extends long
Anger right, owner wrong.
Frustration grows, sincerely yours
Practicing good, eroding shores.
Instigated ire, complicated time
Virtuously joyed, conditional chime.
Oct 7, 2012
Oct 7, 2012 at 11:54 PM UTC
Mr president
I have a conflict of interest
I am not keen on how you go about your business
I am saddened by your big banking boys with roles
I am not sure you can run the US like a business
I feel more empathy is required
Mr president
Am still conflicted with your reign
Not over joyed by your chosen minions rolling in billions
Having money don't mean you know how to govern
Mr president
For me too take you seriously I feel you should liquidate your assets
Invest in the bottom
So all can be on top
Be kind
Give it away
you have another holiday
Put kindness in charge
Make America kind again
Kindness rules
Nov 30, 2016
Nov 30, 2016 at 12:31 PM UTC
"where night is...the integrity
of the voyaging star..."
will flowers blossom soon in this
nearby petal-edged spring? the day
is full of buds, the night carries its ghosts,
the night-lily singing of magnolia and cloud.
in the sweet-breathed sky
the silver stars are like tiny pins,
my love is carved in their reflections,
i see his face in their waters,
our love still lasts, scented like the spring,
promising each other the ghosts of forever,
i could never let him go and now he says
he wants to die by the sea, in my arms,
and we create a new dream, out of night's
shadows, a new beginning before the new end
for all our love and all our hate.
i lie numbed or over-joyed seeking
his tenderness in every crevis waiting
for the kind word, the gentle kiss.
sometimes he gives me love, sometimes his hate -
how tired the world, its hidden ghosts
soaking in the rain, the clouds subdued,
the poem built of the night's sweet edge
enamel-glazed, hypnotic like the stars.
how tired the world- how empty-
and how the poetry spins like a top, full
of the dark sky, the sad farewell,
the pretty ghost.
Mar 8, 2022
Mar 8, 2022 at 2:14 PM UTC
Dogfish thunderheads whisper in Seagrove skies
after a dinner of Shiraz and shrimp with peppercorn skids
that filled me warm and these clouds echoing
in the water seem dark without the children
and their crab lights searching the shores
the foam crests roar upon day burnt toes
and I sit and I watch and I write
these words in a strained attempt to capture
Dads margarita redness and Moms new haven beauty.
Sister and I observe on this, mayhaps last trip
as a family lacking a bay, but we are full joyed:
we are contented in sandy sheets.
We are one, for this week, whole
and it is good.
Lord, it is good.
On Jordan's stormy banks we stand
Through the love of God our savior all will be well.
Aug 5, 2013
Aug 5, 2013 at 10:00 PM UTC
Contemplating commenting on Susan Jarvis' latest verbal bouquet inspired this. Oh my! I never thought I could write a tribute to PF!
(sonnet #MMCXCII)
Applause o'er, money pocketed, we'll miss
The souls who happ'ly joyed in telling oh
Just what they liked of what they read. Or no?
O yes. And where's the fun? Is fan mail bliss?
We want the fawning blather stooped to kiss
Our priceless feet, the limelight's tinsel show
Of glory what we truly seek? Think so.
But I will wager all such is remiss.
Your name and self in Poet's Corner yet
Enshrined seems consolation, true. But pay
Me e'en a fortune and what I'll regret
Is all the fun of playing with folk from day
To day as nobodies who in love's debt
Shared friendship o'er our musings, yea.
03Apr13f
[http://poetfreak.com/205509/id-miss-my-friends.html]
May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 10:29 PM UTC
*When she is
over joyed
by love-filled emotions,
her words delicately
dance upon the page,
When she is
brokenhearted,
disheartened,
and overwhelmed by darkness,
her words fall heavy
and splatter all over the stage.
When her wings
are raised in flight,
it is love,
singlehandedly,
lifting her up,
ever so gracefully,
When she is
spinning around,
out of control
with two left feet,
it is pain and anxiety
forsaking her--disappointingly.
Her poetic dances
are well known
for being freestyled,
erratic and spontaneous,
Be it a classical ballet,
or an explosive routine,
her artistic expression
is always crafted
and delivered
with style and finesse.
By Lady R.F. (C)2017*
Dec 11, 2017
Dec 11, 2017 at 1:38 AM UTC
Cold, bitter winter,
Alone at last,
until we meet.
Tall and handsome,
Maybe somebody new for the cast.
Smitten, over joyed and excited,
That’s how I felt when we first locked eyes.
In the lighting,
My heart yearns for something new but fighting the hue
Of the moonlight.
The energy exchange is something I can’t explain.
Metaphysical, spiritual and a little unpredictable.
Hastily destroying all boundaries like a hurricane.
Patience and take your time, but he leans in for a kiss
Our lips graze and and all I feel is bliss
Pulsating heart race and stars in my eyes,
I wish it’d last forever but I know,
You’re not the guy.
Aug 29, 2025
Aug 29, 2025 at 8:56 PM UTC
Dad
Helpful, Kind,
Yachting, Caring, Over Joyed,
Taken After His Father,
Daddy
Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 9:46 PM UTC
{Set I: Brandon}
Have you ever fell apart?
She told me that I wasn't enough
Then she left me with a broken heart
She fooled me twice and it was all my fault
She cut too deep and she left me scarred
There's too many thoughts skating across my brain
I used every kind of Bleach to get rid of your stain
Your actions drained my body and soul
Life is a drink that keeps pouring, so I'm not null
In my story, one person kill-joyed the streak
Crystalia breathed life into me
She opened my crusted eyes so I could see
She deserves the universe, but I am just a star
She's that Northern Star that can be way too far
I have never been so caught off guard
I have never caught feelings this hard
The collision is harder than a Fireball that I drunk
With its flames burning my sails as I sunk
She used Nature's heart to piece together my puzzle
We've swam through Hell and I need to hustle
Feb 17, 2017
Feb 17, 2017 at 12:57 AM UTC
Day unto Day, I track my prey
Night unto Night, I stalk my victim
My hunt is not one for satisfaction
It is not pleasure or fun
It is out of necessity.
I hunt because I must,
I live in the wilds because I must,
I bring home my finds because I must.
My hunt is what keeps my family fed,
My hunt is what keeps the tanner busy,
My hunt is what keeps the leather-worker stocked,
My hunt is what keeps the saddles fresh,
My hunt is what keeps the people warm,
My hunt is what keeps the trade flowing.
My tools are crafted by my friends;
Not necessarily friends by choice but by necessity.
Fellow townsfolk keep me content because they must,
Not because I am friendly to them.
Fellow townsfolk keep my family safe because they must,
Not because they are joyed by their presence.
If not for my skills,
I would be as distanced as the wild animals,
As shunned as the insanities of men,
As estranged as the drunks,
As feared and hated as the beasts that stalk in the night.
I am not like the others.
I may be an outsider here,
But without me, they would all be outsiders to the world beyond.
How can one man judge another when the other keeps the man alive?
Mar 19, 2013
Mar 19, 2013 at 11:16 PM UTC
I was a blind man, foreigner to light,
Whose days were draped in black, immortal night;
Trapped helplessly alone in the dark void,
Dull as Death, I never lived, never joyed.
But then your soft, enchanting voice I heard,
And Color quickly blossomed from your word,
Painting roses red and deep oceans blue:
Clear as pure air, I see because of you.
And upon seeing your bright, hazel eyes,
Streaks of vivid color burst from the skies,
Flaring fuchsia, emerald, indigo:
Swift as wind, I entered sweet vertigo.
As we met, the colors grew more intense;
Light swelled in my heart: a crystalline lens.
Gone am I from the dark void I once knew;
Know that I live, I see to witness you.
Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 7:54 AM UTC
A rush of blood to the head
And my friends, we take flight!
The key to life in our firm grasp
We ascend to the cosmos
Our eternal rest.
Joyed to find life from a cold, dead husk
Believed to be the end of reality.
This world may yet be celebrated.
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 11:29 PM UTC
Down on Tulsa Oklahoma,
A problem starts to rise.
The birdwatchers try to solve it
Thinking they'd stop demise.
She sits there in her throne in capsule
Gazing down on the blue.
She starts to notice quite a ruckus
And it affects her too.
"Oh god, please! Major, are you there?"
She doesn't hear a sound.
"Please at least give us some message,"
The watchers gather 'round.
Now over onto Jupiter,
The girls runs out of air.
A once-joyed planet below her
Has not one person stare.
She checks the speedometer
Traveling at great speeds.
Surprised before air ran out,
The red planet still bleeds.
Sep 3, 2014
Sep 3, 2014 at 9:00 PM UTC
*I've found a way to expensively sell my plight
easily throughout the day and night
by just packaging them in mystery
of sadly amazing yet charming poetry
a way to camouflage my history
through dropping in some verbal chemistry
which makes it touching and compelling
found a way to let the world know without telling
I've found means to undress without vulgarity
a way to be kind without doing charity
discovered a clear path to touching without hands
of performing healing magic without wands
with my confusing and jumbled rhyme
I've found a way to speak against crime
to speak for those who lie in the name of truth
and ones who lost their sweet tooth
a way to give courage to chickens afraid of the visible eagle*
**I've found a way to rescue those drowning in their ego
I've found a way to feed the hungry without food
to bare handedly clothe the homeless and ****
a way to condemn without sounding rude
a way to help rather than wishing I could
I've found a way to give and still keep
to smile with the joyed and with the grieved weep
I've found a way to carry burdens by casting them away
to help winds of change trees of the moment sway
I've found a way to tightly keep my anger at bay
a less tasking manner of living to die another day**
*I've found a way to my goals even if it's through imagination
to disguise my disappointments in sweet intonation
I've found a way to clear the conundrum onto pages
a reason to keep on living after lifeless ages
I've found a way to make peace, and duly atone
to find company even when the rest are gone
I've found flesh to shelter what's been a moving carcass
shook hands with destiny,I've finally known my purpose*
Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 5:33 PM UTC
Today
A child of nature walked out under the bare sky
for the first time since she broke
The Sky,
So joyed to be able to see her beauty,
began to weep a wondrous rain storm
But
The girl thought The Sky was upset
and hid back under car hoods and roofs once again
Its Tears
Flooded the world as The Sky wept harder,
wondering when its kin would return
The girl,
So beautiful that she was comparable to the sky,
would hide away until she would be fixed
Next spring,
She would try to be a part of nature again
but this spring she must heal before she can blossom
Mar 31, 2017
Mar 31, 2017 at 12:27 AM UTC
Wash the sleep from your eyes
Stretch your spine, breathe deep, and rise
I'll hold your warmth and soak in your spirit,
I'm inconsolable, yet you smile at me
I hold you tighter, yet still you resist me
To give the order, to end a life
A burden inhumane, yet our common strife
Sweet Luna my steady, my first and last of the day
It was not just your life I lost on this day
We are unfinished marble, chipped, warped, and parlayed
Joyed life and clean death, these are the sins that we pay
Sweet Luna, catch a mouse for me, obliterate your prey
Sweet Luna claim a chest for me, bring love where you stay
Luna Moonfang
2003-2015
Rest in Peace
Nov 28, 2015
Nov 28, 2015 at 6:20 AM UTC
youre right
maybe i didnt get enough
sleep last night
i couldnt possibly understand why
i could be tired
i fell asleep at 10
but i managed to wake up at two
i had to use the bathroom
i climbed back into bed
my stomach yelled at me,
screaming at me actually
i hadnt eaten in two days
i went back to the bathroom
i stepped on the scale
i lost two pounds
i smiled and it was 8 am
by that time
my day was about to start
i went to bed around 9 this time
i woke up at 1
went to use the bathroom
i fell on the way there,
accidentally of course
i broke my collar bone as a screamed in agony
i had not eaten in 5 months
i lost more than 70 pounds!
my stomach stopped screaming at me
i was over joyed
i didnt manage to break a rib
but i couldnt breathe
i was gasping for something to enter my lungs and nothing would
but ignored the mirage of pain
long enough for some
****** oxygen to enter my lungs
i went to bed at 8
i didnt wake up
at all
i hadnt eaten for 8 months
Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 9:52 AM UTC
Gone roundtrip to the end of the sky.
I must return to myself...
Failure in faith of the fact
that our two worlds will combine in this way come four weeks.
However,
If you choose to remain in this heaven with me,
I'll be over joyed.
I like you.
However,
A world without these moods changing like my crazy world,
Would indeed be a relief.
The sneaking sneaking in the barely substantial shadows,
The uncertainty.
I am meant to be in solitude.
I don't know if you're done with me or not,
That's the median in the road.
We've reached our limits I fear.
But I still think I can love you.
The fear of boredom is constantly in combat with that thought.
I truly tried just to make you happy.
That's all I want.
Part of me yearns to admit you're infatuated with me.
I'd say you're perfect for me,
but that phrase is overused.
People say that about someone who is leaving them.
If they're leaving,
how are they perfect for you?
I'd say it's me, not you,
But I don't even know.
I'd say I'll see you in four weeks,
but who knows.
You'll probably find someone else.
I'm going back to the way it's supposed to be.
Come with me, I implore of you.
I'd say please don't leave me.
But I know nothing can prevent that.
I won't shed a tear,
I'm a ******* robot.
I'll be over and beyond you.
I'll push out those thoughts.
Pull out the shrapnel of our feelings for each other.
But it will be a shame.
Because you sure are the ****** closest thing to perfect for me.
I will definitely miss you.
Don't get me wrong,
I never fell for you.
No, sir, I didn't.
I was always hesitant about you.
Past experiences provided the rope
that kept me out of that endless pit
Of insanity
Well,
I guess this is it.
Return the deeds to myself.
We had our fun.
I'll take these memories to the grave.
If your intentions are not what I thought,
I'll always be here.
I hope you understand...
Feb 2, 2011
Feb 2, 2011 at 10:57 AM UTC