Let this collection of easy poems, while they are short and simple you will find them inspiring and encouraging.
They all contain wisdom of life and
some may bring a smile to your face.
We hope you enjoy this collection and find inspiration from the Poet's words.
That Word Cheerfulness
by William Makepeace Thackeray
What indeed does not that word cheerfulness imply?
It means a contented spirit;
it means a pure heart;
it means a kind, loving disposition;
it means humility and charity;
it means a generous appreciation of others,
and a modest opinion of self.
When the road seems long
And you don't feel so strong
Don't be overwhelmed,
focus on the good
and you will see that you could
achieve your goal, finish the journey
by taking one step after another
And many a failure 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.
For you, this day,
A rainbow 'cross the sky,
A safe, clear way
Without the asking: "Why?"
Just simple beauty
There for all to see,
A gift of gentle love
To you, from me!
I found the task that I had dreaded so
Was not so difficult when once begun;
It was the dread itself that was the foe,
And dread once conquered means a victory won.
Genius I met the other day
He looked at me and walked away
What did he see, thought I with frown,
Fellow genius or happy clown?
I laughed, then, at my own self-folly
(And safe beneath my humour's brolly)
I walked with lightsome feet grown free
By the happy clown I strive to be!
Wouldst shape a noble life? Then cast
No backward glances toward the past,
And though somewhat be lost and gone,
Yet do thou act as one new-born;
What each day needs, that shalt thou ask,
Each day will set its proper task.
How sweet to hear in evening's hush
A song-thrush caroling its joy,
When sunset paints its carmine blush
And day's dull straws no more employ
The mind, and as one's rest draws near
A few quiet moments linger yet
To count rich memories so dear . . .
The love of Life one can't forget!
The Power Of Little Things
Poet: Francis Ridley Havergal
The memory of a kindly word for long gone by,
The fragrance of a fading flower sent lovingly,
The gleaming of a sudden smile or sudden tear.
The warm pressure of the hand. the tone of cheer.
The note that only bears a verse from God’s own Word: —
Such tiny things we hardly count as ministry.
The givers deeming they have shown scant sympathy;
But when the heart is overwrought. oh, who can tell
One can make a poem out of anything,
Once when I was little (before I was big that is),
(Well I really wasn't that little, - but what I
mean is, before I really was as big as I am now)...
Well anyway, before I was big
I wrote a little poem about what it would be like
To be big.
As it turned out the little poem became a very big poem
Just like this one!
The truer life draws nigher
Every year.
And its morning star climbs higher
Every year.
Earth's hold on us grows slighter,
And the heavy burdens lighter,
And the dawn immortal brighter
Every year.
A bell is not a bell until you ring it.
A song is not a song until you sing it.
Love is your heart is not put there to stay.
Love is not love until you give it way.