Poems that reflect the thought that life is good. What makes life good for you? Consider the poems below and see if you are
in agreement with the Poet's words.
In the end, life is good because life is what you make it. It all boils down to our attitude and how we view the world around us. There is always
negative to be found in every situation, but there is always the positive, the good, which are you seeing? Be encouraged and inspired by the poems. Share these with others!
Make your life to shine in doing good deeds,
You'll find plenty of work, plenty that needs,
The good you may do in the young part of life,
Will help you to conquer your trials and strife.
I refuse to see life through dreary eyes;
The power of positivity I cannot deny.
When feeling low, I look for ways to rise,
Force my spirits to climb high up in the sky.
No matter how hard things seem to get,
I hold my head up high, never fail to forget
The truth is better revealed with an act of good faith;
As if my life is truly filled with joy and grace.
A good life for me is clear and plain,
Friends who will support me with no strain,
Good food to fill the belly and heart,
And a good song to set us apart.
We’ll laugh and joke and reminisce some;
Living life and having fun.
For on the days when we face life issues
Friends, food, and song come to the rescue.
When life's troubles gather darkly
Round the way we follow here,
When no hope the sad heart lightens,
No voice speaks a word of cheer;
Then the thought the shadow scatters,
Giving us a cheering ray,
When the night appears the darkest,
Morning is not far away.
When adversity surrounds us,
And our sunshine friends pass by,
And the dreams so fondly cherished
With our shattered treasures lie;
Then amid such gloomy seasons
This sweet thought can yet be drawn,
When the darkest hour is present,
It is always near the dawn.
When the spirit fluttering lingers
On the confines of this life,
Parting from all joyful memories,
And from every scene of strife,
Though the scene is sad and gloomy,
And the body shrinks in fear,
These dark hours will soon be vanished,
And the glorious morn be here.
Pain cannot affect us always,
Brighter days will soon be here;
Sorrow may oppress us often,
Yet a happier time is near;
All along our earthly journey
This reflection lights the way,
Nature's darkest hour is always
Just before the break of day.
Our lives are songs;
God writes the words,
And we set them to music at leisure:
And the song is sad, or the song is glad
As we choose to fashion the measure.
We must write the song,
Whatever the words,
Whatever its rhyme, or meter;
And if it is sad, we must make it glad,
And if sweet, we must make it sweeter.