Poet: C.K. Smith
You live for self and nothing more,
You'll find yourself alone, before
You fairly realize the fact
That you are thus, by your own act.
We cannot live to ourselves alone,
This everyone will have to own ;
Independence is not for man,
Nor was it the Creator's plan.
Interdependence is the word,
By which the sluggish pulse is stirred ;
Selfishness the one-man power
Will thrive hereafter not one hour.
The Golden Rule at once forbids
The selfsame motive Nature aids,
A barren waste, no verdure green
By this lone wanderer is seen.
Build your mansions while here you stay,
By doing good as yet you may,
What you deserve you will receive,
Let not your works cause you to grieve.
But let the heart and hand employ
The things that will result in joy.
In life joy can be found by giving, as you will see in these poems:
Poems About Joy
Poems About Giving
Poet: Unknown
Remember the important things in life,
Love, happiness, and prayer.
Don't get caught up in the material things,
Without the important things, it wouldn't be fun to be a millionaire.
by Grace Gold
This life is so short, and time so precious,
I wish I could make you see and feel
The importance of improving each moment for securing
Some benefit either for yourselves or those around you.
So many have good resolutions
They intend to carry out
Sometime in the future,
But how few are doing their best today.
Many neglect present duties and spend their time
Building for the future castles without foundations.
Dear ones I entreat you to attend to the duties of today,
Which if faithfully performed will make a foundation
So strong no misfortune can sweep it away.
Self-sacrifice at first seems hard,
But becomes at last a pleasure by continued practice,
So then, "'weary not in noble doing."
Poet: Josephine Pollard
Over and over again,
No matter which way I turn,
I always find in the book of life
Some lesson I have to learn.
I must take my turn at the mill,
I must grind out the golden grain,
I must work at my task with a resolute will,
Over and over again.
We can not measure the need
Of even the tiniest flower,
Nor check the flow of the golden sands
That run through a single hour;
But the morning dews must fall,
And the sun and the summer rain
Must do their part, and perform it all
Over and over again.
Over and over again
The brook through the meadows flows,
Over and over again
The ponderous mill wheel goes;
Once doing will not suffice,
Though doing be not in vain;
And a blessing failing us twice
May come if we try again.
The path that has once been trod
Is never so rough to the feet,
And the lesson we once have learned
Is never so hard to repeat.
Though sorrowful tears must fall,
And the heart to its depths be driven
With storm and tempest we need them all
To render us meet for heaven.
Life is how we see it:
Positive Poems
Poems About Expectations
Poet: Unknown
Some people might think life is all about luck,
I surely disagree.
Life is filled with many choices to choose from,
Choose the right ones and you'll be free.
Poet: Daniel C. Colesworthy
And what is life, if we alone
Live to promote vile, selfish ends?
If our ambition is a throne,
Regardless of our foes or friends?
It is not worthy of the name,
And better that we perish now,
Than kindle Honor's lurid flame,
Or to the god of Passion bow.
'Tis only real life, when we
Fill up our days with noble deeds;
Pluck from the breast of Poverty
Dark Melancholy's fruitful seeds;
And, where the hand of Sorrow pressed,
Put efforts forth to cheer and heal,
And plant within the torpid breast
A lively faith a holy zeal.
They who the mandate of the great
Upon a trembling throne obey,
Who for his beck and nodding wait,
From fiery youth till life is gray,
Are abject slaves, and never know
The glories of a freeman's life;
The joy and peace and love that flow
In vales secure from pain and strife.
Oh! wouldst thou live, and living bless
The sons of woe? and pour within
The lonely heart of deep distress
The oil of joy? to virtue win
The men of crime? turn straight away
From gilded honors, worthless fame;
For these but crumble to decay
Before the light of Virtue's flame.
Quotes About Life Inspirational
Poet: Unknown
Here's to the one who smiles
When life rolls along like a song,
And here's to the one who can smile
When everything is going dead wrong.
by Charles Wagner
Let us sometime live - be it only for an hour,
And though we must lay all else aside -
To make others smile.
The sacrifice is only in appearance;
No one finds more pleasure for himself
Than he who knows how,
Without ostentation, to give himself that he may
Procure for those around him a
Moment of forgetfulness and happiness.
Happiness in life is found in many ways:
Happy Poems
Poems About Giving To Others
Poet: Unknown
Man comes into the world without his consent and leaves it against his will.
During his stay on earth his time is spent in one continuous round of contraries and misunderstandings.
In his infancy he is an angel.
In his boyhood he is a devil.
In his manhood he is everything from a lizard up.
In his duties he is a durned fool.
If he raises a family, he is a chump.
If he raises a check, he is a thief, and the law raises cain with him.
If he is a poor man, he is a poor manager and has no sense.
If he is a rich man, he is dishonest but smart.
If he is in politics, he is a grafter and a crook.
If he is out of politics, you can�t place him, and he is an "undesirable citizen."
If he goes to church, he is a hypocrite;
If he stays away from church, he is a sinner.
If he donates to foreign missions, he does it for show.
If he does not, he is stingy and a "tight wad."
When he first comes into the world everybody wants to kiss him;
Before he goes out they want to kick him.
If he dies young, there was a great future before him.
If he lives to a ripe old age, he is in the way, only living to save funeral expenses.
Life is a funny proposition after all.
Poet: Loretta F. Snyder
Sometimes I think that God in His love
Looks down from His throne in heaven above;
And if He weren�t so wise and so true
Would almost laugh at the things that we do -
Taking and giving with never a thought
Of a price we must pay for what we have bought;
How all our struggles for that thing and this
Could, at His summons be thrown amiss.
I�m certain, were He a less kindly Lord
Would long ages since, have grown very bored
And possibly could have set up a stand
And charge for a �peek� at this funny old land.
But, no, He just nods and says with a smile -
They�ll all stumble back here - after a while.
Poet: Unknown
Wouldn�t this old world he better,
If the folks we meet would say,
�I know something good about you,�
And then treat us just that way?
Wouldn�t it be fine and dandy,
If each handclasp was warm and true,
Carried with it this assurance,
�I know something good about you?�
Wouldn�t life be lots more happy
If the good that�s in us all
Were the only thing about us,
That folks bothered to recall?
Wouldn�t life be lots more happy
If we praised the good we see?
For there�s such a lot of goodness
In the worst of you and me.
Wouldn�t it be nice to practice
That fine way of thinking, too?
You know something good about me;
And I know something good about you.
Poet: Unknown
If none were sick and none were sad,
What service could we render?
I think if we were always glad
We scarcely could be tender.
Did our beloved never need
Our patient ministration,
Earth would grow cold and miss indeed
Its sweetest consolation.
If sorrow never claimed our heart,
And every wish were granted,
Patience would die and hope depart -
Life would be disenchanted.
May your wishes come true in life:
Wish Poems
Wisdom Poems
Poet: John Greenleaf Whittier
We shape ourselves the joy or fear
Of which the coming life is made,
And fill our future's atmosphere
With sunshine or with shade.
The tissue of the life to be
We weave with colors all our own,
And in the field of destiny
We reap as we have sown.
Poet: Mary D. Brine
If one looks upon the bright side
It is sure to be the right side;
At least, that's how I've found it as I've journeyed through each day;
And it's queer how shadows vanish.
And how easy 'tis to banish
From a bright-side sort of nature every doleful thing away.
Poet: Unknown
Over and over again,
No matter which way I turn,
I always find in the book of life
Some lesson I have to learn.
I must take my turn at the mill;
I must grind out the golden grain;
I must work at my task with a resolute will,
Over and over again.
Over and over again
The brook through the meadow flows,
And over and over again
The ponderous mill-wheel goes.
Once doing will not suffice.
Though doing be not in vain;
And a blessing failing us once or twice
May come if we try again.
Life is a journey of continous learning:
Poems About Learning
Poems About Education
Poet: William S. Shurtleff
Live your own life as conscience moves,
And heart and brain define you,
Resolved to fill alone the grooves
Your attributes assign you;
Not heeding much, if self approves,
That all the world malign you.
Be grand in purpose, brave in act
As you and truth decide it;
Swift in defence, slow in attack;
Then what the issue, bide it!
If opposition bar your track,
Don't turn, but override it.
Stand close to all, but lean on none,
And, if the crowd desert you,
Stand just as fearlessly alone
As if a throng begirt you.
And learn, what long the wise have known,
Self- flight alone can hurt you.
Poet: Julie Hebert
There are many different ways to live your life, and many will lead it in different ways.
This results in different paths taken, it also paints us with shades of gray.
There was a time when people chose, to follow good or to follow bad.
The in between was less likely taken, but now this world follows fads.
Being in the gray is considered cool, being mean is considered tough.
If you are kind, you are a softy, when did this world get so rough?
No matter the fad's of this world, some of us know a better path.
We will be considerate in all we do, and not hide our intentions in the aftermath.
We will show goodness to even the toughest, and show them a better way.
They don't need to follow the fads to be happy, and not everyone is there to betray.
They will see through our actions and words, that love is the way to go.
And if this world could turn from bad to good, we can live as we did long ago.
