Life Poems
Gone Fishin'
by Delmar Pepper
I've finished life's chores assigned to me,
So put me on a boat headed out to sea.
Please send along my fishing pole
For I've been invited to the fishin' hole.
Where every day is a day to fish,
To fill your heart with every wish.
Don't worry, or feel sad for me,
I'm fishin' with the Master of the sea.
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I Am
by John Clare
I am: yet what I am none cares or knows,
My friends forsake me like a memory lost;
I am the self-consumer of my woes,
They rise and vanish in oblivious host,
Like shades in love and death's oblivion lost;
And yet I am! and live with shadows tost
Into the nothingness of scorn and noise,
Into the living sea of waking dreams,
Where there is neither sense of life nor joys,
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Poem
by Elizabeth Bishop
About the size of an old-style dollar bill,
American or Canadian,
mostly the same whites, gray greens, and steel grays
-this little painting (a sketch for a larger one?)
has never earned any money in its life.
Useless and free., it has spent seventy years
as a minor family relic handed along collaterally to owners
who looked at it sometimes, or didn't bother to.
It must be Nova Scotia; only there
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Disabled
by Wilfred Owen
He sat in a wheeled chair, waiting for dark,
And shivered in his ghastly suit of grey,
Legless, sewn short at elbow. Through the park
Voices of boys rang saddening like a hymn,
Voices of play and pleasure after day,
Till gathering sleep had mothered them from him.
About this time Town used to swing so gay
When glow-lamps budded in the light blue trees,
And girls glanced lovelier as the air grew dim,-
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London, 1802
by William Wordsworth
Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour;
England hath need of thee: she is a fen
Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen,
Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower,
Have forfeited their ancient English dower
Of inward happiness. We are selfish men;
Oh! raise us up, return to us again;
And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart;
Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea:
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Kentia palms catch a breeze
by Amy Michelle Mosier
Kentia palms catch a breeze
And sway gently in their rows;
This verdant sanctuary
Comforts me like the psalms.
I amble slowly between them -
My head tapped by the fronds.
I feel the warmth of the sun;
The fresh air fills my lungs.
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A Sonnet of She Carries Life
by Ayatullah Nurjati
She carries life, a quiet bloom
The earth beneath her feels her grace
Within her heart, the sun finds room
A sacred hymn in time and space
Her steps, a rhythm, soft and kind
Through barren fields and shadows deep
The seeds of hope she leaves behind
She sows the dreams the world shall reap
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Love: Uniting Grace
by Ayatullah Nurjati
Love is the light of the Almighty,
Rising softly in the heart, greeting the soul,
Flowing like a river in the valley of life,
Bringing hope to life amidst despair.
It is present without form, but felt,
Erasing wounds, stringing together hopes,
Uniting souls that were once separated,
In the arms of love that never tires.
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Love Divine Grace
by Ayatullah Nurjati
Love is a sacred part of human life,
Not just a feeling, but the breath of the soul,
Flowing softly in the veins of life,
Weaving meaning into every breath.
An essential gift from the Most Loving God,
Illuminating a dim heart, guiding weary steps,
Uniting the different in perfect harmony,
Love, the sacred manifestation of His priceless grace.
When time runs out
by Mario Odekerken
The clock stares,
its hands frozen in their final reach,
a silence louder
than all the hours before.
Breath catches,
as if holding on could pull it back,
but the moment slips,
a thread unraveling into nothing.
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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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