Poems About: JOY

Joy is in your heart
Not in the hand of another
Joy is in your heart
Not in the decision of others read more »

Bursting brightness inside,
A bright light I try to hide,
I hope no one is looking at me,
a good book a ice cream a found key, read more »

JOYS have three stages, Hoping, Having, and Had:
The hands of Hope are empty, and the heart of Having is sad;
For the joy we take, in the taking dies; and the joy we Had is its ghost.
Now, which is the better—the joy unknown or the joy we have clasped and lost? read more »

The mind is not the medium for joy
Each joy is the bell within the heart
Ringing like a wave-tossed power
Restless but content as polished art read more »

There's joy in the fleecy clouds 
There's joy in the sky. 
There's joy in a fishing trip
Even tho the babies cry. read more »

O joy, O joy
Why have you forsaken me?
Leave me dwelling with the past of sorrow and misery.
My life was made of joy but no longer can I see freely read more »

what are you going to do?
he might ask
are you going to wait read more »

A rose is a rose is a rose is a rose
Not only because of its colour
And not only because of it fragrance
A rose is a rose is a rose is a rose read more »

Tears of Joy!

Tears of joy I will cry for you, let my love flow eyes for all to see!
Tears of joy I will be your happiness, I will be there to erase them for you! read more »

You bring peace and serenity into my life.
Joy to my entire existence. Joy is the light
That fills my heart with hope of the future,
Faith that we will be together forever. It’s read more »

One can hear the voice of sorrow sobbing, sobbing endlessly
Yet it hides in dark recesses sorrow you can never see
It's a black and brooding creature with a voice that aches of pain
And all of those who have met with it hope not to meet with it again. read more »

A long walk to the end of the earth, I took a sneak in to the cauldrons of time,
I saw there were a little joy, a little hope and a little sorrow and loads of tomorrow
I held my hand out in to the pot, to collect some joy,
I grabbed tinsels of joy that kept slipping away in shy read more »