Poems about joy

Joy that brings the men on earth, joy that made the wise men of the east run from east to west, joy that the angel didn't motivate wise mens to be the silly mens and direct the evil to the world light.

He was not just an angel but son of men that brings joy to the world people don't have him and so they don't have joy but if you ask him to rule your life you invite joy.

So let's have joy to be extended in joyful.

And if was a glorious rumpus
Of which we made merry,
Stowing each cherry pit of joy between our cheeks,
Hearing them rattle and click against our teeth;
Colliding with our violent fits of laughter.

I sang that song to him, and he smiled a waterfall of cherry seeds.

You are my sunshine
My only light
You make me smile
When I lose sight
You'll never know
How much I owe you
So please don't go
Or at least
Stay tonight

Fluffy snow was drifting late at night,
And the light pollution in the parking lot
Captured each snowflake's descent.

"Locate your flake"
Said the boy, whose name
Rhymes with teal
And is also a sitting postion in the catholic church

The one as high up as you can see
The one that speaks to you.

Watch that one until it hits your tongue.
And you will be blessed.

Four life-size lipsticks jive, they
Groove in tune with costumed comrades:
The monstrous tapeworm, unfitting for even
A family of whales, head held high like
Homemade dragons on Chinese New Year, or
The bald man decked out in navy felt, garb
Saturated with plastic spoons he
Needs to get laid.

But the lipsticks in their red, red heels, with
Human eyeholes hidden behind fabric, which
Shows the blend of castor & chemicals, what hue:
Dark crimson or barracuda berry?

They wear but a fraction of the common ingredients
Used for dressing up,
Makeup as the encore.
It stains the lips,
The coffee rims around the country,
The chests of restricted lovers.
Let us celebrate the metaphor of makeup
On this festus day--where it's excusable to act out
The fantasies of being not
Ourselves.

Our story begins with a girl. She was beautiful, but not in the way you might expect. Her hair did not drip with gold; her eyes were not the color of the summer sky. Her smile was crooked and broken, and the bags under her eyes, omnipresent. Her hair did not shine, nor did her eyes, and her laugh was tired, as was her smile. And yet, she was beautiful. She was beautiful in the way the ocean kisses the shore, in the way poetic words flow from broken hearts. Mostly she was beautiful because she refused to taste defeat, even when it was all there was to eat. Her name was Joy, though she never felt any.

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ВЂ™Tis so much joy! 'Tis so much joy!
If I should fail, what poverty!
And yet, as poor as I,
Have ventured all upon a throw!
Have gained! Yes! Hesitated so—
This side the Victory!

Life is but Life! And Death, but Death!
Bliss is, but Bliss, and Breath but Breath!
And if indeed I fail,
At least, to know the worst, is sweet!
Defeat means nothing but Defeat,
No drearier, can befall!

And if I gain! Oh Gun at Sea!
Oh Bells, that in the Steeples be!
At first, repeat it slow!
For Heaven is a different thing,
Conjectured, and waked sudden in—
And might extinguish me!

They say your heart skips a beat when you see the one you love, but did you know mine only beats when you are near?
It's not your beauty that captures my heart, but the glow of your soul that calls to me.
When you are with me, my heart takes flight, unfurling wings of brilliant light.
I take you with me where ever I go, even if it's just your smile, it keeps me whole.
Life is whatever we make it, be it good or be it bad, but my life is always perfect when where you stand is by my side.
You make me brave, you make me strong, for you I will dawn armor and a sword and destroy anything that wishes to harm you.
My love, my life, know that you are my world. With you my life is complete. No matter what this world will bring you are my angel that brings me life.