Poems about happiness

Happiness is
Sunday afternoons on my couch
Walks and aimless moments of bliss
All gone now... Ouch

Happiness is
Late night video game campaigns
Reading in those tight arms of his
Worth all the pain

Happiness is
Daydreaming on a sunny day
Getting lost in a gentle kiss
Don't go away...

Happiness is
Your smile, your laughter, your soul
All the time you calle me your Miss
I want it all

Happiness is
To curl together in the shade
Every word that made me breathless
How could it fade...

Happiness was you and me

He penetrates stone walls,
And sees the truth,
Behind the lies,
And the empty smile,

There is something beyond,
Laughter,
Something dark,
Something hollow and broken,

Layered with dust,
Lies the grave,
Of what was once,
Happiness

I remember taking a happy pill
As expected it dissolved easily
Leaving the effect to last for few hours
And before I fully seize it
It was already gone

When you can stand I want you to fly
When you can whisper I want you to scream
When you can smile I want you to laugh
If there is something that you can be happy about be happy
Because if you don't smile when the great things happen how will you act when the bad things happen
You will brake and crumble with no where to turn
You will cry by yourself
Therefore when you are happy be the happiest you can be because you never know when that will happen again

Push
Pull
I can't tell
Undefined; that's what we are
Unsolved; that's what we are
And yet, despite all the confusion
Despite the obscurity of it all
We're happy as we are
Whatever it is that we are
We laugh until our stomachs hurt
We dance though we know we're not dancers
We share music, books, stories, dreams, secrets
I'll keep them all, they're safe with me
We sit together in comfortable silence
The way people like us do
Us; a word that's hard to define
Yet it brings me comfort, knowing it exists

When you are happy with someone, and I mean truly happy to the point where the stars in their eyes couldn't shine brighter or their scent couldn't be more intoxicating. You breathe in this happiness like a breath of fresh air. Dive deeper into unknown depths. Travel the world with no destination, climb higher mountains, seek the happiness it seems like no one could live without. You want to wrap them up with you like a warm blanket. You pray for colder nights so you could have an excuse to be consumed in their arms, wrapped up in them in their bed sheets. Their laughter seems contagious and you want to catch it like a cold. You want their light from their smile to be your sun and when you listen to their heartbeat its your melody, and you want to sing a song, you want to run up the street yelling, screaming their name. At this point their happiness is your cup of tea and it couldn't be any sweeter. This happiness soon goes away when you see their packing their bags, see they are running away from home and one day they just leave. They leave an mark on your heart that you can't scrub off. It feels permanent like its going to stay. Suddenly you feel like you are holding on to every breath, every tear, every little memory they left behind. You keep the things they left close to your bed. You hope that they come back and everyday seems to get harder. You feel like you can't live with out their touch. You would give everything up just to hear their laugh again. Until one day you don't spend nights drinking the whole bottle, You begin to breathe easier and your days spent thinking about their name on your tongue doesn't burn. Your shattered heart seems a little patched up like the teddy bear you had when you were four and your mouth seems to talk less and less about how they made you feel when they held your hand or touched your skin. They become a distant memory. Days seem like months, and it doesn't seem to hurt as much when you stop wondering, you stop searching for their face on a crowded street. Stop looking for every sign that's going to bring you back to them. You stop waiting for them to come back. You are able to close the curtain. You put this old love back on the shelf and you don't wait for them anymore, you don't wait for them to call your name. One day you forget it all and this is when you learn to be truly happy.

I feel as if happiness should come easier than this
So light, and welcoming
Not so tiring, and trying
Like having to train myself to accept the good thoughts
It shouldn't be this hard
I shouldn't have to swallow pills
To make all of the violence in my head stop
Happiness is a choice they say, well -
It has never felt like one to me
It's a chore, a task, one i am uncertain i will ever complete
It is so fleeting

Can you
Define happiness?
Monk replied,
First grandfather
Dies, followed by
Father and
By sons.
I asked, "How come
Order of death
Bring happiness?
Monk replied
Unhappines starts
If this order changes
He left...
Understood
If son dies when father
And grandfather alive and
If father dies when
Son and grandfather alive
Then
Family will sink in
Sorrow and unhappiness...