"joyfulness" poems
she stood there on the side
blond curls bouncing with pride
Get it! Get it!
arms flung about announcing
pink shoes and blue jeans worn
with attitude of a more senior form
Get it! Get it!
before it’s too late
Get it! Get it!
the tide won’t wait
orange ball floating
being drawn in and out
as she stood there ordering
and starting to shout
a small group are playing
and arranging their roles
for a future life being
determined by personalities bold
Get it! Get it!
as blue shoes are soaked
in salty water and laughter provoked
all ends in happy joyfulness neat
but some are more happy
with their dry feet
Sep 5, 2016
Sep 5, 2016 at 8:28 AM UTC
These miss you nights go on forever
Echoes from my mind, to my heart
Through my core ~
Yet they never
Whisper any notion of
When the waiting will be over
Misty coloured mornings
Gradually appease daylight hours
Into nights injuriously
Adept in loneliness.
You are not here
To wane these solitary nights
That go on endlessly
My security, is your love
A deep feeling of joyfulness
From the second
I looked in your eyes
When I saw my name
Written in your soul
On the nights - I miss you most
These are the moments I console myself with
Until the dream becomes a living reality
Apr 4, 2017
Apr 4, 2017 at 6:26 AM UTC
Oh this feeling, the way you make me feel
is naught but solid and true. Ever present,
and always makes me feel slightly delusional,
it sometimes falters, but is widely consistent.
Theres a shift in the weather, a difference in the air,
its something of a sweeter aroma, delightful to the senses.
Its calming, giving rise to these joyful fantasies, but they are
sometimes taken to far, so I keep them penned up behind fences.
There are adjectives plenty to describe you,
and many qualities can be ascribed to your name.
For your heart is golden, your words wise, your view
on life is positive and difficult to thoroughly maintain.
Your profound adoration for puppy, child, and rose
Is much to blame for my insane admiration of you.
Theres something about your personality that grows
increasingly in such favour of something within you thats true.
Ay, yes, Its true, theres something wonderful about you,
It sees me through the deepest swells when I am blue.
I could sit in your presence and be grieved by sorrowful news,
and still you'd bring me comfort, and remedy my bout of the blues.
Why do you hide away what beauty you possess,
don't flaunt it true, but please don't sequester it.
Make proud your heart in your beauty, as it pleases
the eye, and makes glad the soul who cherishes it.
I find myself laid low to the ground,
when your hand lowered extends out toward me.
I find myself happy and in the presence of love found
and in my arms, is the person who sees me free.
There is something in me that wants me to scream
nothing of pain and agony, but in joy and profound happiness.
For there is something in my life that whilst it may seem
temporary, is the permanent source of so much joyfulness.
Dec 11, 2012
Dec 11, 2012 at 7:58 AM UTC
Push another button
I dare you
I'll be gone before you can mock me
for leaving.
But I'll probably stay
long enough to make it harder to leave,
And still walk away,
Forgetting to breathe.
But I remember to keep
An easy stride
so easy your pride
might not survive.
I doubt you and I
don't trust you and I
don't think you are real.
You are crazier than me:
You soak in my zeal
Run your thumb along my greatest appeal
explore the cloaked
cliffs and plateaus, and yet
feel no love towards me.
I am too weak
To stand tall and reek
of eagerness to speak
with no constraints.
I bare my greatest pains
to enslaved brains
that manipulate to gain
something that flows freely
from me.
At the throw of a stone,
I'll walk alone.
I'll fall and crawl and bawl alone
But I refuse to throw another bone
your way.
I might confuse again your joyfulness
as mine
and accidentally stay.
Push another button
I dare you
But I know you won't
make it so simple.
You'll plead when I run but
Still bleed as I burn
everything on my shelf
to sterilize the needle
needed to sew your brittle ego.
I weave a steady thread
of lies and secrets and hope and dread
over and under.
You won't stop bleeding
As if to say " See? You can't help me, either!".
At least I tried.
You've clutched your lies and secrets
hope and dread.
Good for you, you have held onto
your head.
Mine flips 5 times a day.
Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 2:13 PM UTC
*Locked within expressions
In this little girl’s smile
Are nuances of wonderment
Destined to compile,
All the mystery of womanhood,
The guile of the breed,
The allure of her ***
And the promise of seed.
Her love for her mother,
Her joy for her dad,
Her path to tomorrow
Be it happy or sad,
The tears and the joyfulness
Stretched out before..
There’s the dog at the hearth
And the cat at the door.
And the beautiful sunsets
Those blue eyes will see
And the love of her life
Who’ll get down on his knee,
The scent of the lavender
Fresh from the fields
And the lakeside laburnum
Which subtly yields.
The colours of love
And the texture of fire
When the threads of her life
Turn to passion’s desire.
The moment of truth
When she turns to her mom
And her face wears the smile
And her arms bear….a son.
Oh the world turns in circles
Of shades of soft hue
And time waits for no soul,
Especially you,
And the babes of today
Become mothers of yore
And the great lesson learned
Is.... keep open the door.*
Uncle Marshal
With wonderment at the beauty in a little girl’s secret smile.
Auckland
12 October 2012
© 2012 Marshal Gebbie
Oct 11, 2012
Oct 11, 2012 at 10:31 PM UTC
Oh ROSE! How immeasurably I adore you!
So expressive, you are! Eloquent and evocative!
Robed in red, you say to the world, “I love you,”
And speak all about courage and respect.
In white, purity and innocence are your names;
Then you’re a bride, heavenly, and in silence;
You’re clothed in secret silence and youthfulness,
And humility that commands world’s reverence.
Your pink is happiness; dark pink says “thank you”;
In yellow, it brings joyfulness and friendship;
With red added, the world would fall in love;
And orange—it’s full of desire and enthusiasm.
Red-and- yellow is jovial; peach, modesty;
Coral is desire; and lavender, love at first sight.
But you’re never black, for you know, it is sad.
How gifted a poet you are! A great symbolist!
A bud in red is purity and loveliness coupled,
One in white, emerges elegantly as a girl in her teens;
And a bud, if thorn-less, calls for love at first sight.
Oh, your magic tricks! How great a conjurer you are!
If single, you’re devotion; twin says, Marry me;
Six, suggest need to be loved; eleven says, Truly loved;
While in thirteen, you say I’m your secret admirer.
Oh! It’s wizardry! So overwhelming! So breathtaking!
Dec 23, 2013
Dec 23, 2013 at 8:40 AM UTC
The sun is still up
Your time is almost up
Where have you been
Did you feel any rush
or do I have to hush
and put a lot of cream
Do I have to buy you a watch
Because you seem like you had a 7-hour flight
The sunset carves your silhouette
As if you were a part of the 7 greatest wonders
Your voice penetrates my ears
unexpectedly
it starts to damage its functions
Did you overhear my name
Or was it from your own private research
I've been seeing your face lately
Is it a mirage or are you next to me
You're with those other girls
While I'm foolishly occupied by you
Appearing randomly is a bad idea
I've waited for that adrenaline moment to come
Your motorcycle is a heavy attractive ride
Holding you tight was serenity
I'd probably miss my head on your shoulders
As the wind celebrate our joyfulness
Or was I alone in my own twisted, never-ending game
Aug 6, 2014
Aug 6, 2014 at 6:48 PM UTC
I have been so lucky to know a dog...
To know the enduring love of mud puddles and everything pure.
To know joyfulness in a greeting,
and the happiness of eating a stick.
To know gentleness and nuzzling,
and the softness of fur blowing in a breeze.
To know a wagging tail and the thumping of paws on the floor.
I have been so lucky to know a dog...
Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 9:15 PM UTC
We all human
We turn to nights for the answers
At night the setting is set
Like a rain storm
It falls
The drops of madness
Your eyes close
But are you really asleep
You see, your past, future highlights
You try to recreate and plot a differ
Outcome. Over and over
Flashes after flushes
The regrets and joyfulness soaks in.
Everything turns black and white
To what if. . .
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 9:49 PM UTC
Indescribable heat searing fresh skin;
your words mutilate my heart with a Masamune Katana.
Joyfulness your presence once gave - now tarnished- forever tainted.
Bountiful regret saturates your words- emitting rivers of apologies.
But beauty I often saw behind those eyes is replaced
with a distinct shimmer of a Masamune Katana lying just beneath.
May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 5:15 AM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
Out in a whisp, I call your name,
Sitting under it would make a change,
For the both of us,
Its you or none of us,
For the strong affection we have under it,
When I love it's like....
looking up to a sky once blue,
begging for the world to turn back,
treating the heavens to a gift of life,
crying a name when it's only just a face,
ruining the things that you love,
staying and participating in the fight,
no need to put to rest or be afraid,
happiness and joyfulness can be restored,
we cant afford to lose you in other words die.
This mistletoe predicts our future.
Dec 25, 2015
Dec 25, 2015 at 1:25 AM UTC
Dear Angry,
I know you're not happy,
but there's nothing I can do,
I can't help it you're upset,
how you feel is up to you
I know that hurting others,
is something you do for fun,
but right at this moment, Angry,
I've got to get this ironing done.
With you it's, let's take someones,
sunshine, and turn it into rain.
Let's take away lifes joyfulness,
and replace it with some pain.
You turn up at accidents,
just to add a bit of rage,
Look here, Angry, why don't you,
just go off and find another stage.
(c) 4th November 2010
Nov 3, 2010
Nov 3, 2010 at 4:59 PM UTC
A call changed my life.
I can hear her voice shaking, grumbling about the unfairness of life.
It has caught me in a daze of unexpected news, of an unexpected loss.
Life has cheated my faith once more, taking his soul to a restful haze.
But his journey just started, life is more than a physical presence.
He is now in a spiritual journey, in a mystical paradise of eternal happiness.
My tears are his new ways of caressing my cheeks.
My numbness his way of hugging my veins stopping with it all my blood flow.
The blood that carries his name and genes through rivers of crystallized waters.
Making each drop of blood a diamond of inherited richness.
He will now be my life companion.
My only confidant.
My only light.
My only serenity.
My only joyfulness.
My only guide to a peaceful life.
You are now the ink of these words I write, the message behind each line.
You are now my purpose for life, my biggest light of sunbeam that each morning shines.
You are now my ANGEL, embracing me, with each breeze mother nature gives me.
Making everything less painful.
My life will forever smile while looking up at the sky.
Just let me know how glorious your life is now, resting your head on clouds.
Our vows, will forever make me proud.
Making your memories into beautiful sounds.
And healing with it the wounds you left, when you decided to fly.
Just let me know how heaven feels.
Grandpa.
Dec 14, 2013
Dec 14, 2013 at 12:05 AM UTC
a dancer’s heart
can not be ripped apart
it moves to the sound of a saxophone
a lovely noise of jazzy notes
that warms you like a winter coat
it swings to the melodies
and receives all these remedies
it carries the passion in every step,
moves slowly and feels holy
a dancer’s heart can’t fall apart
it’s filled with peace and joyfulness
it carries love and is sweet like a ****
a dancer’s heart is a piece of art.
- gio
Jun 23, 2021
Jun 23, 2021 at 5:37 AM UTC
I've been fighting with temptation in everyday that I'm
faced with
Resetting my mind
all of my hopes and my dreams
onto the re--placement
Of every loss
And the suicidal thoughts of me
Losing / Control
Still engaged in my mind, I'm inclined
while
Maintaining the goal
of walking down that straight and
narrow road of Life
Because I have a date with Destiny in spite of what is ailing me
in-
Sight
While all the while?
Through the dark of night
I'm forced to fight with many
different things,
With no self-esteem trying to figure out
who to believe
And who to trust and on whom
can I call?
Soul is uncontent to balance the fence
Slowly committed to fall
All while seeing the steady fall
Of my many brethrens called
For the same purpose and the work that was meant for us all
But still my soul fell slowly down
De-pression's Well
Totally left to figure out how to
make it out
Wondering how I slipped and fell?
Fallen waist deep
Lost
within the clutches of grief
With seemingly no way of me finding
an answer,
And no way of me holding my Peace
So as a means of release?
I'm now speaking my Peace
Releasing for this reason having the means
of picking up the
Spiritual Pieces
And putting it all back together using it for what it's worth
Visualizing the Holy theme giving birth to revive my hopes and
Dreams
But these dreams are not seen through the eyes of surprise
But only seen through the joyfulness of watching our spirits
Rise
Riiising out of the ashes where the
fearfulness is cruel and savage,
Out of the madness where the hopelessness is the rule of sadness
Escaping the Pain
No longer bond under heavy
Locks and Chains
No more wounds to be healed
No wounds to seal
No bandages with
-Stains-
May 8, 2022
May 8, 2022 at 12:27 AM UTC
O Holy God , his love overwhelmed me with much joyfulness.
He has rescue me from a hopeless life of total self-destruction.
He whom love each of us in a awesome,and perfect way.
He whom went to the cross, to die a sinners death to save his people.
He whom bored our sins, so that we may have a second chance.
At living a life filled with his Mercy, love, and grace abound.
We are so unworthy of his great love, yet he freely give it away anyway.
Apr 11, 2014
Apr 11, 2014 at 1:21 PM UTC
Your body is the bearer of Holy Light
Remember that Demons roam at Night
Let your soul be satisfied with the Lord
Warriors of Light remember your at war
May you show lost souls the path to eternal life
Continue to have faith... Live with Christ
Remember we are not perfect
But we strive to have spiritual holiness
Stand for your beliefs fight for your salvation
Until God returns you will get your redemption
Do not give the world misconception
Pray for this evil and wicked generation
Give someone words of wisdom
Let the seed that you planted grow with freedom
For the Lord will be there to comfort you
Even if your soul is enveloped in darkness
He will heal it and it will shine with brightness
Live your days with spiritual happiness
Do not let the sadness overcome your joyfulness
He will fill your emptiness destroy your madness
For he is the Master of the universe
Just converse with him he knows your perverse ways and sadness
He knows your secrets he knows your heart
Familiar with your sins knows where your soul stands
Do not reject him he's whispering to your soul again
Accept him now he will bring you Light
Since your soul was dying influenced by smite
Lets fight this spiritual battle together am here for you
Just let God know you'll be loyal too.
©Franko the Christian Poet
Aug 6, 2016
Aug 6, 2016 at 8:01 PM UTC
Social media brings
sadness
loneliness
depression
anxiety
suicide
bullying
hurtful
angry
time wasted
social media brings
happiness
joyfulness
money
Fame
friends
followers
time to share
both spread news good or bad
brings families together
break up relationships
social media brings the good and the bad
be careful
Sep 10, 2025
Sep 10, 2025 at 11:22 AM UTC
Thee Woman
There is always a woman every man will ever come into contact with that no women after or before will ever come to level with. This woman could be an assortment of types. But in this case.. in 'my' case... this woman was 'Thee Woman'. She stood tall, strong, elegant, classified, grounded, intelligent, beautiful beyond comprehension. She stared with such force. Eyes piercing directly into my soul.. But she did not mean to frighten me.. but instead show me a certain kindness I had long forgotten. She fully understood her own passion and chaos. When she was weak she would not show it. When she felt Joy she would remind he who poured that joyfulness over her. She was exotic in her passion. The *** was not something of this world. It was like 2 universes entering a black hole, into oblivion.... She would moan and roar and scream and cry and she would rock the stars in the long, dark, frightful night.. The sheets of our bed would soak, the windows in our room would fog, Our bodies doused in exotic bliss and ****** *** We were drunk off one another... We held on tight to one another and made utter love.. Her juices oiling over my as if to loosen up my rusted body parts, to make me move again and have life... a new start. She was god like but demanded no worship. She is humble, she is creative. She is pure... Earnest. When she loves she gives it her all. She is so many things... so many good things... Completely and undoubtedly, the woman of my dreams.. in reality.
Jun 8, 2016
Jun 8, 2016 at 3:19 PM UTC
I want to be a princess
To walk in miles of silent gardens
Each flower blooming brilliance in my wake
Each bird screeching songs of joyfulness as I pass
Each forest creature following my path, nudging me with gentle noses and tails
I want to be swathed in the simplest of gowns
So simple, that each golden curve of design makes it more beautiful than any extravagant ball gown
The slope of the neck and the light pleats of the skirt
Trailing careful sparks of magic from the places the fabric and my skin brush
Everyone will gasp at my beauty
The soft glow of my skin so humble
Each curl of every golden lock catches the sunshine, even on cloudy days
And my eyes
They shall be the bluest in the land
But I keep the tips of my lashes lowered upon my blushed cheeks for anyone who gazes too long
Is entranced by the soft waves crashing on a white shore
I want to only be troubled by my mother's tightness and my father's naivety
I want to be stubborn, to turn away every suitor stumbling in my path
I want to lose my toys and such in the garden and upon looking for them
I want to come across a toad
And the toad will hold out my toy in the palm of his slimy hand
He will say Princess! In return for this act of kindness, I only ask you of one boon!
I will kneel in the softest, greenest of grasses and ask What boon may I grant you, dear toad?
The he shall ask for a kiss and in the glory of this act, his insignificant body shall be changed into a prince
I want to hesitate before I kiss the dripping lips of the toad
Because hesitation will turn to magnificence as Prince Charming appears and says
I told you so
Aug 26, 2011
Aug 26, 2011 at 2:25 AM UTC
I have been drowning in my stream.
Sinking deeper, descending to the bottom.
Fighting upstream all these years to find my happiness,
While realizing happiness does not exist in calm waters.
Chaos still persists in my tranquility of life.
Blissfullness only happens within myself.
Looking for the brightness inside my darkened childhood.
A pile up of abuse and sadness,
Is it possible for darkness and radiance to coexist?
As the stream ultimately drives me to its foundation.
Grounded in the dark chilled soil.
My roots live in this mud.
Established here, this is who I am.
Rising up above, as I feel my freedom of inner peace soar above the hardships of life.
Traveling to water's surface.
All this time struggling to swim against the currents.
Searching for a fictitious serene place that only existed in my imagination.
I am no longer swimming to obtain peace.
I am accepting my essence planted in this stream.
Centered and ingrained to the life I was chosen for.
Gazing up as I comfortably hover up to the sun rays.
Beams piercing underneath sensing the heat of happiness
Reaching the top, enlightened paradise waiting for me.
Opening my petals one by one; my process is slow and intricate.
The bright cloudless sky above me, soaking in the stillness.
Basking in this moment.
Until the dark sky falls upon me.
I restore myself below the surface, back to my roots.
Until a new day, a rejuvenated mind, another rise to the surface.
Experiencing joyfulness with each blossoming petal.
Embedded in my mud of life, finding delight regardless of where I am rooted.
Understanding that harmony is internally created by me.
Discovering my inner peace within the darkness I come from.
I am me, complicated yet simple.
Universal, yet rare
Fragile, yet strong
Broken, yet beautiful.
I am a lotus
© Jl 2015
Jan 23, 2016
Jan 23, 2016 at 10:19 AM UTC
As you descend from the clouds
Of Seventh Heaven,
As the Land of Escapism bids farewell,
As the portal closes
And the mythical joyfulness
Morphs
Into reality,
As memories begin to fade in,
Clumping its weight around your heartbeat,
You gasp in vain for a release
And wonder
How can something
so empty…
feel
so heavy?
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 11:59 AM UTC
*I sometimes wonder what would happen
If I took a box of colorful crayons
Out back into the garden
And into rows I plant them
Would some grow into rainbows
For all the unloved kids
Who have not had happiness
Shown unto their little eye lids
While others grow into colorful things
Of pinks and blues, yellows and greens
That fill those kids heads up with dreams
Like cotton candy, waterfalls, puppy dogs, and parties
But alas some kids will never know
Of brightly colored festive parades
Without their colorful seedling boxes
Being nourished in magical escapades
So I'll take from the crayons crop
Bring them into town and hand them out
To all the kids that have never known
The beauty that colorful crayons can grow
For in the rainbow's loving care
Kids everywhere will be happy to share
Crayon colors spread all about
A cavalcade of joyfulness that will forever ring out*
Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 7:08 AM UTC
A friend does not judge
Are around even when they don't want to hear it anymore
Provide a shoulder to cry on when one says they are not going to cry
Encourages you to get yourself together and stand strong
They do not tell you it will get better, hang in there, others have it rougher than you
There is no judgement ever on mistakes you continue to make
If you are getting down trodden they are there to pick you up
When you are being attacked a friend defends your honor
When the chips are down and all you do is cry
That friend doesn't care, but lifting your spirits becomes priority
If they are true they tell you what is so amazing about you
They respect boundaries and offlimit conversations
when you are about to truly mess up
It isn't told to the whole world
You receive a short note telling you to get your head out of your @##
Explaining why they say such a thing
A friend does not take advantage of your feelings
You do not have to worry about gossip because it won't show up
There is always a mass amount of comfort offered
Causing you to feel safe even when your world is imploding
Most of all they ask nothing in return
They give from their heart and soul to help you make it
Trying to teach you new ways to cope and that there is more to life than whatever is bringing you down
When doing all this they never make you feel like you are a charity case
In the end after building you up
They are still there
To lend an ear to your happiness, joyfulness, sadness and pain
Most of all to catch you if you fall
A friend doesn't leave you just because you are better
They are there for the long haul
They are there forever
Written by JH all rights reserved
Dec 19, 2010
Dec 19, 2010 at 11:16 AM UTC