Happiness Poems
Ode To A Nightingale
by John Keats
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,
Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains
One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:
'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot,
But being too happy in thy happiness,---
That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees,
In some melodious plot
Of beechen green, and shadows numberless,
Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
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London, 1802
by William Wordsworth
Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour;
England hath need of thee: she is a fen
Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen,
Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower,
Have forfeited their ancient English dower
Of inward happiness. We are selfish men;
Oh! raise us up, return to us again;
And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart;
Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea:
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Thoughts In A Garden
by Andrew Marvell
HOW vainly men themselves amaze
To win the palm, the oak, or bays,
And their uncessant labours see
Crown'd from some single herb or tree,
Whose short and narrow-verged shade
Does prudently their toils upbraid;
While all the flowers and trees do close
To weave the garlands of repose!
Fair Quiet, have I found thee here,
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Songs Paused in the Tree
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Since the elderly king greatly loved music, his court esteemed it, too;
As sun and moon smile on myriad colors, during the butterfly revue.
The king was well loved and jolly, with the queen, always by his side.
He ruled with caring. Like rainbow hued peaks, where indifference died.
His glorious reign had been lengthy, and the vast kingdom prospered;
Like the kingdom of regal, red lilies, blooming regularly as clockwork.
Fabled, flighty, fall days brought friends, on the spur of rare moment,
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Let It Enfold You
by Charles Bukowski
Either peace or happiness,
let it enfold you
when I was a young man
I felt these things were
dumb, unsophisticated.
I had bad blood, a twisted
mind, a precarious
upbringing.
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Szene aus meinen Kinderjahren
by Mario Odekerken
Ein staubiger Sonnenstrahl
fällt schräg auf den Küchenboden.
Draußen kräht ein Hahn,
drinnen summt das Radio leise,
irgendwo ein Lied,
das keiner mehr ganz kennt.
Meine kleinen Hände
greifen nach dem Brot,
noch warm,
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Songs Paused in the Tree
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Since the elderly king greatly loved music, his court esteemed it, too;
As sun and moon smile on myriad colors, during the butterfly revue.
The king was well loved and jolly, with the queen, always by his side.
He ruled with caring. Like rainbow hued peaks, where indifference died.
His glorious reign had been lengthy, and the vast kingdom prospered;
Like the kingdom of regal, red lilies, blooming regularly as clockwork.
Fabled, flighty, fall days brought friends, on the spur of rare moment,
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In the smallness of now
by Mario Odekerken
There is no thunder here,
no revelation wrapped in lightning.
Only the sound
of a spoon tapping the side of a cup,
and the way light slips
through the curtain's edge
like it forgot to knock.
Life does not always ask for attention.
Sometimes it waits,
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Nachtwandel zum Glück
by Mario Odekerken
Die Straßen sind leer,
doch die Dunkelheit spricht.
Ein Flüstern im Wind,
ein Schatten,der folgt,
nicht bedrohlich-nur da.
Schritte hallen
wie Gedanken,
die sich nicht bändigen lassen.
Die Fenster schweigen,
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Armoedige Dichter
by Mario Odekerken
Ik ben maar een armoedige dichter,
geen goud siert mijn handen,
geen paleis draagt mijn naam.
Mijn rijkdom bestaat enkel
uit letters,woorden en zinnen-
strohalmen van betekenis,
in de storm van het bestaan.
Ik bouw geen huizen,
ik bouw gedachten.
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