Life Poems
Life Is A Privilege
by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Life is a privilege. Its youthful days
Shine with the radiance of continuous Mays.
To live, to breathe, to wonder and desire,
To feed with dreams the heart’s perpetual fire,
To thrill with virtuous passions, and to glow
With great ambitions – in one hour to know
The depths and heights of feeling – God! in truth,
How beautiful, how beautiful is youth!
Life is a privilege. Like some rare rose
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My Inner Life
by Robert William Service
'Tis true my garments threadbare are,
And sorry poor I seem;
But inly I am richer far
Than any poet's dream.
For I've a hidden life no one
Can ever hope to see;
A sacred sanctuary none
May share with me.
Aloof I stand from out the strife,
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The Law
by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The sun may be clouded, yet ever the sun
Will sweep on its course till the cycle is run.
And when onto chaos the systems are hurled,
Again shall the Builder reshape a new world.
Your path may be clouded, uncertain your goal;
Move on, for the orbit is fixed for your soul.
And though it may lead into darkness of night,
The torch of the Builder shall give you new light.
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Small Pains
by Satish Verma
I want you to call
me, when my shirt was stainless
and sun was rising.
The monarch lands on
my book to read the verse―
meant for the moon.
The empty mind spins.
Script was totally burnt-out in
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An Olive Fire
by Robert William Service
An olive fire's a lovely thing;
Somehow it makes me think of Spring
As in my grate it over-spills
With dancing flames like daffodils.
They flirt and frolic, twist and twine,
The brassy fire-irons wink and shine. . . .
Leap gold, you flamelets! Laugh and sing:
An olive fire's a lovely thing.
An olive fire's a household shrine:
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The Death of a Man
by Ajay Tamla
It is not the body
that withers with time,
but the spirit within,
no longer stirred
by the simple joy of life.
Man dies not once,
but twice—
first in the body,
and then in memory,
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Levenstelsel
by Mario Odekerken
Het bestaan
sluipt als een schaduwgedachte
door de plooien van tijd.
We ademen
tussen toevalligheden,
wankelend op de rafelranden
van betekenis.
Geen richting,
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Through my soul
by Mario Odekerken
Through my soul
passes the weight of quiet things,
a glance,
a memory,
the ache of what was not said.
It stirs the stillness,
leaves no mark,
but I am not the same.
In Vogelvlucht
by Mario Odekerken
In vogelvlucht
de wereld klein,
velden als vlekken,
wegen zonder einde.
Een flard wind
draagt stilte mee
boven wat blijft
en wat verdwijnt.
MY MOM TOLD ME - ALEXIS KARPOUZOS
by alexis karpouzos
My mom told me:
the heart is not a fragile glass,
it is an ocean,
and every wave remembers.
She said:
when you walk through sorrow,
do not fear the shadows—
they are only the night’s way
of teaching you the stars.
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Ella Wheeler Wilcox (80 poems about Life)
5 November 1850 - 30 October 1919 / Johnstown Center / Rock County / Wisconsin -
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