Poetry of happiness has the power to lift your spirits after a stressful day. It is a chance to connect with the poet because the written words seem to be a direct reflection of your experiences. Sharing that moment, even if you’re alone, can be an excellent reminder that there is good in the world. 

Happiness poems don’t need to be filled with bubbly goodness or unrealistic expectations. Many poets focus on quiet contentment and celebrations of life. It can be a lot of fun to play with the language, and you might even want to compose your own verse one day.

If you are feeling low right now, then read this poetry of happiness. It will change your life.

Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou

“Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.

I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size.

But when I start to tell them, they think I’m telling lies.” 

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Strawberries by Edwin Morgan

“There were never strawberries like the ones we had that sultry afternoon,

Sitting on the step of the open French window facing each other,

Your knees held in mine, the blue plates in our laps, the strawberries glistening.”

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Ah, Ah by Joy Harjo

“Ah, ah cries the crow, arching toward the heavy sky over the marina.

Lands on the crown of the palm tree.

Ah, ah slaps the urgent cove of ocean swimming through the slips.

We carry canoes to the edge of the salt.”

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Happiness Reconsidered by Judith Viorst

“Happiness is a clean bill of health from the doctor,

And the kids shouldn’t move back home for more than a year,

And not being audited, overdrawn, in Wilkes-Barre, in a lawsuit or in traction.”

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Sometimes by Sheenagh Pugh

“Sometimes things don’t go after all, from bad to worse.

Some years, muscadel faces down frost, green thrives, the crops don’t fail.

Sometimes a man aims high, and all goes well.”

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How Happy is the Little Stone by Emily Dickinson

“How happy is the little stone that rambles in the road alone,

And doesn’t care about careers and exigencies never fears –

Whose coat of elemental brown a passing universe put on.” 
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