Poems what is life

However, most poetry about life has a universal quality to it. And then the day came, when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom. And sweetest — in the Gale — is heard — And sore must be the storm — That could abash the little Bird That kept so many warm —. 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. Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth;. Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same,.

And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. Who made the world? Who made the swan, and the black bear? Who made the grasshopper? Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.

Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away. I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass, how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields, which is what I have been doing all day. Tell me, what else should I have done? Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life? This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor.

Welcome and entertain them all! Even if they are a crowd of sorrows, who violently sweep your house empty of its furniture, still, treat each guest honorably. He may be clearing you out for some new delight. Sometimes I can't find the words That fill my messy head. Can't find the effort to smile Or get out of my silly old bed. Sometimes you just have to push yourself just to get out of bed.

You stay up 'til 2am just wishing you were dead. You ask yourself, "Why can't it be someone else instead? In all chaotic beauty lies a wounded work of art.

Beautiful but torn, wreaking havoc on my heart. Camouflaged by insecurities, blinded by it all. I love the way you sit there and barely notice me at all. With death being the only certainty of life, life is just a bit too short for regrets. Let's live while we're alive. Let's love while we're alive.

Let's live and not just survive. The wind whistles past my ears. Closing my eyes, I lose all my fears. The waves crash into the rocks. Out here there is no time on my clock. Life is full of loud shouts of distractions and contradictions while the sound of focus is but a whisper. Nature, fortunately sings this silent tune of focus to ears that would seek her.

Young, carefree, innocent, You sing, laugh and dance, Taking in all Gods' glory At every single chance. I see people laughing and joking all around, but on my face there is no smile; instead there is a frown.

I never laugh anymore; instead I cry,. Poem About: Living in the present and savoring each moment. Live in the moment, Just take it all in. Pay attention to everything, Right there and right then. Cherish this moment And give it your best. Laugh till it hurts, Let the tears drop. And once it ticks by, There is no going back.

In just 60 seconds, You may make a new friend. Find your true love, Or see a life start or end. You become who you are In those moments you live. Life is just moments, So precious and few. Poem About: How to face life with practicality and sobriety, regardless of its challenges and unpredictability. Not everything can beat you. Things are going to change you, But you get to choose which ones you let change you. Push the limits, Bend the rules, And enjoy every minute of it.

Laugh at everything. Live for as long as you can. Love all, But trust none. Believe in yourself, And never lose faith in others. Take risks, Live on the edge, Yet stay safe, And cherish every moment of it. Life is a gift. Appreciate all the rewards, And jump on every opportunity. Challenge everything, And fight for what you believe. Back down to nothing, But give in to the little things in life, After all, that is what makes you.

Forget the unnecessary, But remember everything. Bring it with you everywhere you go. Learn something new, And appreciate criticism.

Hate nothing, But dislike what you want. Never forget where you came from, And always remember where you are going. Find your purpose in life, And live it! Poem About: A subtle description of what life is. What is our life? Heaven the judicious sharp spectator is, That sits and marks still who doth act amiss. Our graves that hide us from the setting sun Are like drawn curtains when the play is done.

Life is a privilege. Its youthful days Shine with the radiance of continuous Mays. Like some rare rose The mysteries of the human mind unclose. What marvels lie in the earth, and air, and sea! What stores of knowledge wait our opening key! What sunny roads of happiness lead out Beyond the realms of indolence and doubt! And what large pleasures smile upon and bless The busy avenues of usefulness! Thought the noontide fades And shadows fall along the winding glades, Though joy-blooms wither in the autumn air, Yet the sweet scent of sympathy is there.

Pale sorrow leads us closer to our kind, And in the serious hours of life we find Depths in the souls of men which lend new worth And majesty to this brief span of earth. If some sad fate Sends us alone to seek the exit gate, If men forsake us and as shadows fall, Still does the supreme privilege of all Come in that reaching upward of the soul To find the welcoming Presence at the goal, And in the Knowledge that our feet have trod Paths that led from, and must wind back, to God.

Poem About: Letting the past go, letting the future wait, and engaging purely in the present. The past is the past for a reason. That is where it is supposed to stay, But some cannot let it go. In their heads it eats away Until all their focus becomes The person they used to be, The mistakes they made in their life. Oh, if only they could see That you cannot change what happened, No matter how hard you try, No matter how much you think about it, No matter how much you cry.

What happens in your lifetime Happens for reasons unknown, So you have to let the cards unfold. Let your story be shown. Be happy with what you have been given. Live for today not tomorrow. Get up, get out, and start living, Because the past is the past for a reason. Poem About: Being true to yourself in spite of the chaos and confusion that characterize your surroundings.

Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even the dull and the ignorant; they too have their story. Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit.

If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain and bitter; for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble ; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time. Exercise caution in your business affairs; for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals; and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself. Especially, do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is as perennial as the grass. Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.