Inspiration Poems
Don'T Quit
by Edgar Albert Guest
When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
when the road you're trudging seems all uphill,
when the funds are low and the debts are high,
and you want to smile but you have to sigh,
when care is pressing you down a bit - rest if you must, but don't you quit.
Life is queer with its twists and turns.
As everyone of us sometimes learns.
And many a fellow turns about when he might have won had he stuck it out.
Don't give up though the pace seems slow - you may succeed with another blow.
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Life Is Beautiful
by Punit Parikh
There was a faint whisper,
Just few paces behind him.
He struggled through the ruins,
a few paces towards the sound.
In search of life, Alas!
Silence was all he could find.
He stared towards the debris,
Which seemed never ending.
Beneath which was lying the entire city.
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The Haunted House
by Thomas Hood
Oh, very gloomy is the house of woe,
Where tears are falling while the bell is knelling,
With all the dark solemnities that show
That Death is in the dwelling!
Oh, very, very dreary is the room
Where Love, domestic Love, no longer nestles,
But smitten by the common stroke of doom,
The corpse lies on the trestles!
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Uncle Ananias
by Edwin Arlington Robinson
His words were magic and his heart was true,
And everywhere he wandered he was blessed.
Out of all ancient men my childhood knew
I choose him and I mark him for the best.
Of all authoritative liars, too,
I crown him loveliest.
How fondly I remember the delight
That always glorified him in the spring;
The glorious profusion and the benedight
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Eye of the Storm
by Joe Cyr
Within the fiercest tempests lie
a zone of quiet, called the eye.
Where sky is blue and breezes light;
a world of peace ‘mid storm of fright.
‘Tis enclosed by a solid wall
of deadly winds, and rain and squall.
But inside that savage devastation
lies peace and quiet and, yes, Salvation.
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I cried every day until i didn’t
by Tabitha Scott
dear friend
thank you for showing up
I cried every day
some days no idea why
just tears just the ache
just the silence
the tears never ran out
and neither did you
you didn’t ask me to stop
you didn’t look away but
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The Gift
by Kevin Schroeder
The Gift
I woke—what a gift, this breath, this day,
The light, the dark, all come to stay.
Each moment, a thread in a tapestry spun,
Of sorrow and joy, of many and one.
Grief taught me how another might ache,
And in that knowing, a bond can wake.
For pain is a door, and love is the key—
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We are the Sea
by Joe Cyr
( charge to cadets about to embark on a military career )
“We are the sea,” spectral voices said;
“We are the land,” spake voices dead.
“We are the air, and space as well,
and oceans’ depths where sailors fell.
We speak at the will of certain mortals;
poetic voices open our portals.”
“Remember well, you here in chosen glow
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Full and by
by Joe Cyr
Advice to youth
In sailing ships of yore, on deck,
when you glanced up toward the sky,
if the sails were full and ship close to the wind,
then she was “full and by.”
You will soon arrive at the moment
to decide future and vocation;
that point in life to chart your passage
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Eye of the Storm
by Joe Cyr
Within the fiercest tempests lie
a zone of quiet, called the eye.
Where sky is blue and breezes light;
a world of peace ‘mid storm of fright.
‘Tis enclosed by a solid wall
of deadly winds, and rain and squall.
But inside that savage devastation
lies peace and quiet and, yes, Salvation.
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