The sun's rays warm my face
as they rush to meet the ground,
silhouetting half tone hues.
The birds can not contain their joy
as they loudly extol the new day,
shaping phantom refrains.
As I breathe in the beauty
my somber guise melts.
Bursts of colors bombarde my senses
tingling down to my toes.
You stand at the gate
arms braced and waiting,
and when I stumble
around that bend
it feels like
I am finally
coming home.
Author notes
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I just thought I'd let you know this is the first happy poem I have EVER written. I personally think it's trash. lol
Thanks for the prompt!
-K
A contest entry
- Kinkade Inspired. by Poetryintheblood.
450 points, ended October 12, 2008, 7 entries
Bronze trophy winner
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Thank you for your beautiful entry, good luck in my contest, Josie
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If this is trash, then it's covered in Elmer's glue and silver glitter. I personally can't write happy poems, but you did a fine job. At least it doesn't sing the praises of this jesus fellow as the only reason for happiness like so many others! No offense to Jesus, but he's prolly tired of the bum-snogging too...
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I can applaud to that. Thanks. I generally don't write the happy snoz because the moments are too fleeting to grab onto. Honestly it was inspired by the host herself. Her life doesn't seem tragic but most definitely harder than mine from what I read anyways.
Yink
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excellent! and it wasn't overly gay
I think your added adjustments gave the perfect tone.
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Don't make me throw up. lol
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if I wanted to do that I would just buy you some icecream from Wyoming
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lol That's not safe.
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you know I love ya
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Love me in a bronze sort of way!?
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hmm in some sorta metallic way...although congrats on a rusty
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