"joyment" poems
Tears are a colorful thing
They fall down the faces of all
They can come from over joyment
Flowing with your friends
Grabbing your side in pain
As laughing's growing louder
They can come in times of pain
From hardships that occur
They draw attention near
But sometimes not as needed
Tears are an outlet of emotion
Apr 4, 2014
Apr 4, 2014 at 12:51 PM UTC
I kissed my blonde princess
When we first met she smiled
And held my hands
Smiling together signs
Of utter love, love
Holding her in my arms
Her blonde hair blowing
In the cool breeze
Feeling our love entwined
By happiness joyment
I'm proudly in love my heart
Sings a romantic tune
Sweetness pride my darling love
Never feeling sad always apart
Of her touching heart
Always dreaming of us
But o baby o baby
I'm growing old with you
Tonight as my sweetheart
Kissed me and whispered
Together we will grow old
As one beating heart.
Oct 21, 2016
Oct 21, 2016 at 8:40 AM UTC