Poems About Joy

Poems About Joy (Expressing Happiness Through Poetry)

These poems about joy should inspire you to spread your joy and happiness to others by being kind, paying attention, and lending a hand.

Poems About Joy

Poems About Joy

Everybody is looking for happiness. We want to embrace each day with a grin and take advantage of our time here on earth. How then do we locate it?

These Poems About Joy emphasize the pursuit of pleasure and reveal the methods humans have developed for actually leading joyful lives.

What could be more energizing than reading Poems About Joy? From the very first line to the very last, these poems will give you an exhilaration that is difficult to describe. Enjoy some poetry on some of the best things in life while you unwind by doing so.

1. Eternity Poem by William Blake

He who binds to himself a joy

Does the winged life destroy;

But he who kisses the joy as it flies

Lives in eternity’s sun rise.

2. Joy And Sorrow Chapter Viii Poem by Kahlil Gibran

Then a woman said, ‘Speak to us of Joy and Sorrow.’

And he answered:

Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.

And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.

And how else can it be?

The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.

Is not the cup that hold your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter’s oven?

And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?

When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is

giving you joy.

When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has

been your delight.

Some of you say, ‘Joy is greater than sorrow,’ and others say, ‘Nay, sorrow is the greater.’

But I say unto you, they are inseparable.

Together they come, and when one sits alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your


Verily you are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy.

Only when you are empty are you at standstill and balanced.

When the treasure-keeper lifts you to weigh his gold and his silver, needs must your joy or your sorrow rise or fall.

3. Infant Joy Poem by William Blake

‘I have no name;
I am but two days old.’
What shall I call thee?
‘I happy am,
Joy is my name.’
Sweet joy befall thee!

Pretty joy!
Sweet joy, but two days old.
Sweet Joy I call thee:
Thou dost smile,
I sing the while;
Sweet joy befall thee!


4. The Schoolboy Poem by William Blake

I love to rise in a summer morn
When the birds sing on every tree;
The distant huntsman winds his horn,
And the skylark sings with me.
O! what sweet company!

But to go to school on a summer morn,
O! it drives all joy away;
Under a cruel eye outworn,
The little ones spend the day
In sighing and dismay.

Ah! then at times I drooping sit,
And spend many an anxious hour,
Nor in my book can I take delight,
Nor sit in learning’s bower,
Worn thro’ with the dreary shower.

How can the bird that is born for joy
Sit in a cage and sing?
How can a child, when fears annoy,
But droop his tender wing,
And forget his youthful spring?

O! father and mother, if buds are nipped
And blossoms blown away,
And if the tender plants are stripped
Of their joy in the springing day,
By sorrow and care’s dismay,

How shall the summer arise in joy,
Or the summer’s fruits appear?
Or how shall we gather what griefs destroy,
Or bless the mellowing year,
When the blasts of winter appear?

5. Oh! Flower, I Feel Sorry For You! ! ! Poem by AISWARYA T ANISH

I saw a nice little flower…

Enjoying herself in the nice warm fields…

The place felt fine, what a beautiful sight! !

Why didn’t it come yesterday? !

But the joy didn’t last long enough…what a pity!

‘Cause the flower was plucked away! ! !

It was no longer there

So was the beauty

How gloomy the place felt now for sight! !

Why do flowers bloom, if it has to be murdered this way? ?

Still, they bloom, though they die so prematurely…

But to beautify the Earth! !

Why do we hurt these little things, who give us joy? ?

They are the ones who blooms happiness to the world

Aren’t we too bound to be blossomed into flowers of happiness? ? ?

Oh Flower! ! I feel sorry for you! !

Can you be born again? ?

If I could, I would’ve fixed you into yourself again

But powerless I am…powerless except for eyes that are blind, but see evil thoughts

Why doesn’t man think before his acts? ?

Why doesn’t he care about his fellow creatures? ? ?


6. Sonnet 54 Poem by Edmund Spenser

Of this worlds theatre in which we stay,

My love like the spectator ydly sits

Beholding me that all the pageants play,

Disguysing diversly my troubled wits.

Sometimes I joy when glad occasion fits,

And mask in myrth lyke to a comedy:

Soone after when my joy to sorrow flits,

I waile and make my woes a tragedy.

Yet she, beholding me with constant eye,

Delights not in my merth nor rues my smart:

But when I laugh she mocks, and when I cry

She laughs and hardens evermore her heart.

What then can move her? if nor merth nor mone,

She is no woman, but a senceless stone.

7. From Blossoms Poem by Li-Young Lee

From blossoms comes
this brown paper bag of peaches
we bought from the joy
at the bend in the road where we turned toward
signs painted Peaches.

From laden boughs, from hands,
from sweet fellowship in the bins,
comes nectar at the roadside, succulent
peaches we devour, dusty skin and all,
comes the familiar dust of summer, dust we eat.

O, to take what we love inside,
to carry within us an orchard, to eat
not only the skin, but the shade,
not only the sugar, but the days, to hold
the fruit in our hands, adore it, then bite into
the round jubilance of peach.

There are days we live
as if death were nowhere
in the background; from joy
to joy to joy, from wing to wing,
from blossom to blossom to
impossible blossom, to sweet impossible blossom.


8. Life Is A Tall, Tender Tree Poem by Dr. Debasish Mridha

For if life is a tall tender tree,
For then, life is joy, life is free.
The tree is dancing in the air, sunny or showers,
With his joy, with his love, with his flowers.

For if life is a tall tender tree,
There is no pain or gain, she or he.
No complaining, only serving and caring.
Creating life for joy of sharing.

For if life is a tall tender tree,
For then, there are no you and me.
We are nature; we are love; we are beauty.
Giving and loving is our eternal duty.

We occasionally experience joy as a result of our generosity. It is a triumphant and joyful sensation. It is a disposition of joy and contentment. To make someone smile and think positively, share these poems with them.

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