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- What's The Reason? Poet: Catherine Pulsifer. What's the reason you were born, To grow, and love, not to scorn? You're here to make a difference, There is a reason for your existence.
- God's Kin. Poet: Ella Wheeler Wilcox. There is no summit you may not attain, No purpose which you may not yet achieve, If you will wait serenely, and believe,
- Purpose Of Life, The Base? Poet: Catherine Pulsifer. Purpose of life is never found in worldly things. It's not about gold, wealth, or what status brings. It's not about the power to make our mark.
- Live With Purpose. Poet: Catherine Pulsifer. Though life can take many turns, Our paths are predetermined. No matter what people tell us, Our lives do really matter.
- "Risk", by Anaïs Nin
- "Stopping by Woods on A Snowy Evening", by Robert Frost
- “Hope Is The Thing with Feathers", by Emily Dickinson
- "The Peace of Wild Things", by Wendell Berry
- "The Summer Day", by Mary Oliver
- "The Guest House", by Rumi
- "From Milk and Honey", by Rupi Kaur
- "Sonnet 29", by William Shakespeare
- "I Took My Power in My Hand", by Emily Dickinson
- "O Me! O Life!", by Walt Whitman
And then the day came, when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom. A single sentence broken up into 8 small lines, Anaïs Nin’s “Risk” uses a flower as a metaphor, to remind us that there will come a day when the pain of complacency will exceed the pain of actually daring to make a change. The poem serve...
The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep. Reading out like a heartbeat, Frost's most famous work draws from nature to explore the human conflict of being torn between life’s beauty and its responsibilities. With the repetition of ‘and miles to go before I sleep’...
I’ve heard it in the chillest land - And on the strangest Sea - Yet - never - in Extremity, It asked a crumb - of me. The evocative extended metaphor at the heart of this work has helped to cement "Hope is a thing with feathers" as perhaps the best-loved of Dickinson's 1,800 poems. In the last stanza, Dickinson beautifully captures the ever-giving,...
I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief. I come into the presence of still water. And I feel above me the day-blind stars waiting with their light. For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free. Written in free verse, "The Peace of Wild Things” intentionally slips the shackles of a standa...
Tell me, what else should I have done? Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon? Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life? Reflecting on the futility of life, Oliver’s “The Summer Day” shakes the reader by the shoulder, offering a jolt of inspiration. As everything dies ‘at last’ and ‘too soon’, the poem encourage...
The dark thought, the shame, the malice, meet them at the door laughing, and invite them in. Be grateful for whoever comes, because each has been sent as a guide from beyond. Written by the great 13th-century Persian poet, "The Guest House" is a call for acceptance — one that is, unsurprisingly, often invoked in mindfulness circles. Rumi uses the m...
what is stronger than the human heart which shatters over and over and still lives Inward-looking in style, Rupi Kaur’s collection of poems, from Milk and Honey, centers around the theme of self-love (which is also a form of introspection). Kaur’s poems ironically remind us that the emotional attention and love that we crave and desire is not somet...
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth sings hymns at heaven’s gate; For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings "Sonnet 29" is a single sentence, divided into two: a conditional clause an...
I aimed by Pebble—but Myself Was all the one that fell— Was it Goliath—was too large— Or was myself—too small Whilst not particularly uplifting, Dickinson’s “I took my power in my hand” brings out a harsh reality many of us struggle with — accepting failure. The poem is populated with unorthodox punctuation (particularly a liberal use of dashes) an...
O Me! O life! of the questions of these recurring, Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill’d with the foolish, Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?) Of eyes that vainly crave the light, of the objects mean, of the struggle ever renew’d, Of the poor results of all, of the plodding...
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- Life Will Yield. Poet: Unknown. We must not hope to be mowers, And to gather the ripe, golden ears, Unless we have first been sowers, And watered the flowers with tears.
- This Life Is What We Make It. Poet: Maria Frink. Let's oftener talk of noble deeds, And rarer of the bad ones, And sing about our happy days, And not about the sad ones.
- Life. Poet: Bernhart Paul Holst. My life is a beautiful song, The days pass swiftly away, The years speed so quickly along — It seems like the dream of a day.
- What Is This Life. Poet: W. H. Davies. What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare?— No time to stand beneath the boughs, And stare as long as sheep and cows
Apr 30, 2023 · Great poems about life not only give us a window into the heart of the poet, but they also compel us to explore our own inner worlds and longings. Poetry can trigger profound moments of self-awareness or take you to another place and time, expanding your view of the world around you.
- Excerpt from The Hill We Climb, Amanda Gorman. So let us leave behind a country. better than the one we were left with. Every breath from my bronze-pounded chest,
- I Promise Myself, Christian D. Larson. To be so strong that nothing can disturb my peace of mind. To talk health, happiness, and prosperity to every person I meet.
- Never Let Go of Hope, Jancarl Campi. One day. you will see. that it all. has finally come together. What you have. always wished for. has finally come to be. You will look back.
- A Center, Ha Jin. You must hold your quiet center, where you do what only you can do. If others call you a maniac or a fool, just let them wag their tongues.
Aug 16, 2016 · What if we receive a comfortable, healthy life but no one to love us truly? Will we be happy will such a life? Many rich people fall in this category and keep wanting more fame, name, stuff etc. wondering how to get real happiness.
What need requireth thee: So free and liberal as thy bounty flows, Some necessary cause must surely be: But disappointments, pains, and every woe. Devoted wretches feel, The universal plagues of life below, Are mysteries still 'neath Fate's unbroken seal.
